Blind Rage (Clearnight Haven Book 3)

by Maggie Walsh

  Silas watched as his mate took a drink from the glass, then made a strange face as he put the glass back down on the bar. B.B. kept his gaze fixated on Cliff as he moved around getting drinks, but then B.B. swerved. He caught himself before he slipped off the stool, but it was apparent B.B. looked like he was totally drunk out of his mind.

  “What the hell did Cliff put in that drink? B.B. looks like he’s blitzed, but he only took one sip,” Fabian demanded, his voice low and deadly. The sound made shivers of fear run through even Silas’s body. When any of his brothers got mad, the world needed to run, or get the hell out of the way, but when Fabian was pissed, there wasn’t anywhere you could hide. Silas was never more grateful for his brothers than he was right now.

  “That’s the same bartender that helped me when I met Diego that night,” Atty said.

  Silas looked at his brother-in-law and saw Atty shaking, and Silas just wanted to ease the man's worries, but Fabian wrapped an arm around Atticus’s shoulders and pulled him close. “It’s okay, baby. He’ll never hurt you again,” Fabian said, in a soft, soothing voice.

  “Wait a minute, what’s this?” Kalen said, drawing their attention back to the screen.

  “Motherfucker! I will gut him!” Memphis’s voice came out enraged.

  Silas’s heart stopped beating as he watched one of the guys that worked at the club, named Brody, step up to B.B., then slide an arm around him and help B.B. from his seat. B.B. never fought back, only allowed Brody to direct him across the club to the rear door that led out to an ally.

  His fangs ripped from his gums and Silas’s vision turned red, as he was immediately filled with blind rage like he had never felt before. He would find them all and rip them apart. He would start with Brody as Cliff watched, then make the bastard eat Brody’s innards before he too would meet his maker.

  “Memphis, get me Brody’s address,” Fabian demanded.

  “On it.”

  “Kalen, get the men in here now,” Fabian ordered.

  They couldn’t go out during the day, which was really pissing Silas off right now, but the Sentinels that Raven had assigned to their coven could. Styx was a wolf shifter, Talon a dragon, Volaris a phoenix, JuJu a white lion and River a vampire. He might not be able to step out either right now, but the rest of them could. Silas suddenly felt a small amount of sorrow for Brody, but then he thought, why?

  The motherfucker was obviously in cahoots with Cliff, and the two of them were drugging innocent men and taking them away, probably to whoever had stepped into Viscardi’s shoes – if anyone had.

  Since rescuing Atty and a few others from the slave auction, they hadn’t heard anything else about the organization, and the website had been taken down. Kalen was working his ass off to find another lead to Diego, so that they could find Jasper.

  Five minutes later, the Sentinels, minus River walked in. “You called, Primus Valentine?” Talon, their dragon leader asked.

  “Kalen will text you the names, addresses, and pictures of two vampires. I want them picked up. Now. They can scream all they want from the sunburn, but I want them alive for questioning. They may be the key to finding Jasper and this trafficking ring.”

  Talon nodded. “It shall be done. Men, head out,” he ordered, and the Sentinels turned and disappeared.

  “What about Snow? You know he wants in on this?” Kalen asked, as his fingers danced over the keyboard in front of him.

  “I’ll call him. I’m sure he will appreciate this news coming directly from me,” Fabian replied. “Memphis, can you stay at the club for the day?”

  “Of course, Fabian.”

  “Good. Just in case one of those bastards is successful in making an escape, or slips by my Sentinels, they may run to somewhere familiar they think they are safe at. If they do, take care of them, but don’t kill them, then call me.”

  “Yes, Fabian,” Memphis replied.

  “The rest of us need some rest and nourishment while we wait. Silas, I know this won’t be easy, but you should try to get some rest, so your mind is clear enough to go after your mate.”

  “Easier said than done,” he grumbled.

  CHAPTER 9

  His head was fuzzy and B.B. couldn’t think clearly. There was this fog over everything. As he tried to remember where he was, there was nothing there. What lay beneath him pressed against the length of his body, was something cold and hard and was killing his hip. If he opened his eyes to see why, then maybe the memories would come back?

  B.B. shifted, rolling onto his back, trying to alleviate the pain in his hip, but when the cold hit his back a shiver raced through him, and a whole new pain raced up his spine. He fought against the lead weights that someone had obviously put on his lids, but B.B. still couldn’t see anything.

  Taking a deep breath, B.B. tried to center himself and relax. He needed to get his bearings. He attempted to swallow, but his throat was dry, so he stuck out his tongue to moisten his lips, hoping it would help a little, but still his mouth was like a freaking desert and there was this strange, almost chemical taste.

  Struggling to sit up, B.B. groaned when his back and hip protested the motion, but he fought against it and managed to lift his shoulders from the cold surface. Gritting his teeth, B.B. pushed harder and bent at the waist. Once in a seated position, B.B. bent his legs and pulled them close. He felt his eyelashes flutter and knew his eyes were open at least a little, but still he only saw darkness. Maybe he was in a really dark place and his eyes were actually open.

  Suddenly his head spun and his stomach rolled, making him nauseous and B.B. took a deep breath, trying to stave off the urge. He froze, allowing himself a moment as he breathed deeply, slowly. Raising a hand to his forehead to wipe away the sweat he felt lingering there, B.B. touched a piece of cloth and realized it was wrapped around his head. A blindfold? What the hell was he doing wearing a blindfold? Had Silas wanted to get frisky and put it on while he was sleeping?

  B.B. listened to the sounds around him trying to gage if he heard anything familiar, but the only sound was a strange hissing noise that lasted about a minute before being interrupted by a shallow chink sound, then back to the soft hissing.

  Taking a deep breath through his nose, B.B. then tried to see if he smelled anything familiar, but again, nothing. Wait, no, that wasn’t right. There was the familiar scent of saltwater, but that really was nothing new living in Clearnight Haven. The scent of saltwater wafted over the whole town, but there was something different about this. It was stronger, but more subtle at the same time, which made no goddamn sense.

  B.B. huffed out a breath of frustration as he grabbed the cloth covering his eyes and ripped it off. This was ridiculous. If he was ruining some sexy play with his mate, then to hell with it, they could always work their way back to it.

  Whiteness stung his eyes and immediately B.B. clenched them shut. “Damn it, that hurt,” he hissed. “Why is it so fucking bright in here?”

  As that thought hit him, suddenly a panic like he had never felt before engulfed him, and B.B.’s heart began to race and clench. Was his mate hurt? It was like someone had opened the drapes in their room at noon and the room was flooded with light. Had that been what happened and now his Silas was dead?

  Tears burned his eyes and B.B. rubbed them. His stomach felt sick and he wanted to throw up again. If anything happened to Silas and B.B. lost him, he didn’t know if he could go on living. Dread pressed down on him like a steel blanket and B.B. just wanted to cry.

  “Silas?”

  “Silas? Are you there?”

  No answer. Nothing. Just the soft hissing, then the shallow clank and more hissing.

  Rubbing his eyes again, B.B. forced them open to find everything blurry. He blinked a few more times, then rubbed again. The blurriness eased a little, but not enough to really make out where he was. All he did know was that there was no way he was in his and Silas’s room at home in the manor. It was too damn bright and even though he couldn’t see clearly, everything
around him was white and that’s why it was so bright.

  Silas’s suite was warm and comfortable and made B.B. feel like home. Full of rich chocolate and deep blue colors. Somewhere he could always be himself and relax, let down his guard, just like he could do with his Silas. A tear raced down his cheek from the thought and an image of his mate came to mind.

  Gods, he was such a lucky bitch to have a man as drop dead gorgeous as Silas, as funny, quirky, assholery – if that was even a word – sweet, considerate, understanding, patient, who wanted him, but also accepted B.B. for who he was. But, not only that, Silas seemed to be crazy about him. Silas was everything B.B. had ever dreamed of in a man and more, and he was the asshole for putting up walls and not giving his mate a reason.

  A loud thud came from above and B.B.’s body stiffened, his head jerked, and he looked up. B.B. could swear he could hear the lap of water against a dock, or side of a boat, but he was probably mistaken, just as he had been wrong about everything else since he woke up.

  There was a clank, then a whoosh, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on metal. Crapety fucktastic! Was he down in somewhere? Yeah, that makes sense, you brainiac. He chastised himself. Okay, relax and take a minute.

  “Well, well, well, our sweet little human is awake. Now I guess the fun can begin,” a nasally voice said from somewhere close by.

  “Who are you? Where am I? And what the hell did you do to me?” B.B. demanded.

  “Let’s see. Who I am? Your new trainer, your Master. Where are you? Somewhere you will never be found. And what did I do to you? Absolutely nothing. Yet.” The man's voice was close, but moving, like he was walking around B.B., circling.

  “Now as for that dipshit, Brody, that’s another story. He did some stuff to you, but I must say, it was out of self-defense. You are one wildcat, sweetheart, and I can’t wait to break you and make you submit.”

  B.B. wanted to laugh in the man’s face and come back with a smartass remark, but something deep inside him told him to keep his mouth shut. But, he would ask what this Brody had done to him.

  “Mmm, just slipping past the whole me breaking you comment. Okay, I’ll play. Brody helped you from the club after you made a fool of yourself and drank a little too much, but once you got outside, you surprised him with a jolt of strength and awareness and you attacked. Damn, hot stuff, you almost took that asshole’s eye out. The ugly bastard was bad enough before you got to him, but now, I doubt he’ll ever have even the most fugly man look in his direction. Those scratches you left across his face were pretty nice and deep and that shiner he has may take more than his preternatural abilities to heal. I think you broke his nose and his jaw. I’m not surprised he was forced to pepper spray you,” the guy explained joyfully.

  “He pepper sprayed me? What the hell did he do that for? If he’s a paranormal, then he shouldn’t have had a problem overpowering me. What is he, a twat?” B.B. argued.

  The guy burst out laughing. The sound irritating as fuck and B.B. just wanted to jump him and start scratching, but he had a feeling this one wouldn’t be as easy as that Brody dickhead.

  So, the pepper spray was what was wrong with his eyes. At least now he knew what he was dealing with. Although B.B. had no idea how long ago he was hit with it, or the length of time it took for the crap to wear off, he could only hope it would be soon.

  Obviously he had been taken and was in a strange place with some asshole who wanted to teach him how to submit, so that meant he was deeply and truly in the shit. This knowledge of his dilemma was bad enough. Realizing this guy would come after him in any capacity was scary, but when he couldn’t see the guy when he did, that was just terrifying. Although he wouldn’t let this fucktard know that.

  “Seeing as that moron used way too much of that shit on you for a human and left some burns around your eyes, it looks like we’ll have to give you another day to heal a little more before we start your training. And now that you’re up, I’ll have a bowl of food brought in for you. So, relax, sit back, and rest. Tomorrow we get to business and we don’t have much time for your training. Your ass has already been purchased for a very large amount, but your new Master wants you broken in first. Eat and get your rest. You’ll need it,” the man said and B.B. could hear in his voice that the guy had turned away.

  He listened to the footfalls as they got further away. He heard a door open, then closed and B.B. heard a lock engage.

  Crap, now what was he going to do?

  ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

  Something shook him, rocking his body back until B.B. fully rolled, his ass hitting against a hard surface.

  “What the hell?”

  B.B.’s eyes snapped open and this time he was thrilled that he could see. The light flooding the room was bright and hurt his eyes a bit, but it was nothing major. B.B. pushed himself up to sitting and leaned back against the cold wall. He rubbed his eyes, then ran his fingers through his hair as he sighed.

  Turning his head left then right B.B. was a bit surprised to see exactly where he was being held. The room was mostly white, with a tiled floor and a large motor off to the side. Looking around he could see that he was in the engine room of a boat. A rather large one at that. Like a private yacht.

  The floor below him rocked, his body swaying with it, which just proved to him he was definitely on a boat. Slowly standing, B.B. was happy to find that the pain in his head and face was almost completely gone. As another wave came and rocked the boat, B.B. placed a hand on the wall to steady himself.

  Once the rocking stopped, B.B. began to explore. First thing he did was to go to a porthole a few feet away on the port side toward the stern. B.B. gazed out the window but all he saw was water. Maybe the other side would show him more?

  B.B. went to the starboard side and peered out the porthole there and his heart sank. Water. Nothing else. No dock. No land. No other boats. Just water. Crap, that meant he could be anywhere. He had no idea how long he had been here, so there was no way of telling exactly where here was.

  Okay, so now what? The first thing he needed to do was to see if there was a way out of the engine room. B.B. was sure the dickhead he spoke to had locked the door. He looked around trying to get his bearings.

  So, there were twin diesel engines, very impressive. Must be a private yacht. “Okay, so what does that tell me?” he huffed.

  Looking around he spotted two doors. “So that means that door over there should lead to... damn what did they call it?”

  Who cared, it was where they stored the toys and not in the sense of teddy bears or race cars. Nope, not even a good old fashioned dildo there. That was where the jet skis and stuff should be stored, which meant that door would lead to the outside. So, the other door would lead into the ship where the cabins should be. At least some of them. Maybe one of those was open?

  B.B. first tried the door in the stern that led to the toys, but of course that was locked, then the same with the other door. So, now what were his options?

  He turned back and stood with his hands on his hips as he looked around. Tools. Yes. Tools would help. B.B. ran for the tool locker on the wall and pulled the door open. He found a large wrench as well as some screwdrivers, a roll of duct tape, a lot of other crap that wouldn’t help him in any way, a small chisel and a hammer. Perfect. He could work with those, but he would have to be quiet. B.B. had no idea how many people were on this ship and where they were.

  B.B. snatched up a toolbelt that sat on a shelf and strapped it around his waist, then filled it with some of the things he had found and made his way over to the door leading outside. He knelt in front of the knob and took out the screwdriver, hoping to pull the knob off, but after he did, the inner mechanism wouldn’t budge. Damn.

  B.B. looked up at the hinges and smiled. “Bingo!” he whispered excitedly.

  Taking out the flathead screwdriver and the hammer, B.B. quietly worked on the bottom hinge, taking a little longer than it normally would, because he didn’t want to alert anyone to w
hat he was doing. When that was done he shifted his attention to the top hinge and again worked his magic until the pin popped free.

  He slid the tool back into the tool belt then carefully pulled the door open enough for him to slip through. He then adjusted the door back into place, so from a distance no one would know it had been messed with. He turned and found that he had been right, this was where they kept the toys. Now all he had to do was find the keys to the jet ski, get the large bay door open, push the ski out, and he would be golden. If no one heard him of course.

  CHAPTER 10

  There was a burning in his foot that was slowly becoming too painful to bear. Realization grabbed him and Jasper pulled his foot back, tight against his body, but some damage had already been done.

  The fucking asshole Diego had stuck him in this small room and chained him to the floor, then threw a blanket at him and left. But the damn idiot forgot to close the damn drapes all the way. So, there was a small gap in the material, just enough to let the sun in if the boat they were on was facing the right way. Going by the second degree burn on his foot, Jasper guessed today his cabin was facing the east. Well good fucking morning to him.

  Being a damn vampire himself, you would have thought the asshole would have thought of that, but then again, maybe Diego had and this was one more way to torture him.

  Since being brought onto this private yacht a few weeks ago, Jasper had been able to find out quite a bit about Diego Marcello. First, that Viscardi wasn’t the top dog of this group. Not only was he not the big man, Viscardi had never known how far down on the totem pole he actually was, but that was the way Diego and his real boss had wanted it.