by Marissa Ann
Blood’s Angel
Wolfsbane Ridge MC
Book 3
By Author
Marissa Ann
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Prologue
Blood
The first time I ever saw Miranda Grayson was in the parking lot of the grocery store. She had her arms full of grocery bags and was having a hard time opening the trunk of her car.
I walked right up, took the bags, opened her trunk, put everything in and walked away. Without ever saying a single word. I remember looking back before getting on my bike and seeing a look on her face as if she thought I may be missing a few marbles in my head.
Currently; I’d say she was correct in her assessment. I can’t seem to put together a complete sentence in her presence. I’m not sure why her presence has that reaction with me. Quite frankly it pisses me off. I’m not always sure if I want to kill something or just fuck her brains out.
Can you fuck someone until you get them out of your system? I’m not really sure but with her, I’d damn sure be willing to try. But I highly suspect after the first taste of her, I’d never let her go.
Since her kidnapping, I’m not too sure she’d ever let another touch her in that way again. Much less a big ass brute like me that can’t talk.
Miranda
I’ve been through hell over this past year but I refuse to allow it to destroy me. They took me from my own home and I am still unsure how exactly they got in. I’ve not stepped foot back in there since it happened.
Currently I am sharing a room in the Wolfsbane Ridge MC clubhouse with a gorgeous hulk of a man that has rarely spoken two words to me. I should be afraid of him just based on his size. But, oddly, I am comforted by his presence.
I’m sure he’ll eventually want me to leave or at least move to a different room. Surely a man like him has a ton of women or maybe even a girlfriend. He wouldn’t want to continue to take care of a woman like me. One that is so used up and completely broken.
Uncle John has been by several times already trying to get me to go back home with him. But I am not ready. Especially since he told me that Ray has been by looking for me.
I need to wait until I am stronger. That way I can run because I know if Ray catches me this time, he’ll kill me.
Chapter 1
Blood
It’s been nearly two weeks since I carried Miranda out of that warehouse down in New Orleans. She refused all help from anyone else but me. She even freaks out if I try to leave the room while the doctor is here to look her over.
So here I stand in a corner of the room with my back to them as he examines her. On the outside, the damage from being beaten has all but faded. But I am certain that it goes deeper to her soul, something only she will be able to heal completely on her own.
“Well, that should do it. Everything appears to be healing very nicely. You still have plenty of pain medication if the soreness becomes too intense for you.” Doctor Ortez comments as he begins to put all his stuff back into his bag.
“I don’t like the way it makes my head feel dizzy. Almost like I am drunk.” She mumbles back.
“Try taking them when you eat. That way you can sleep right after. There is no need for you to suffer through the pain.” He admonishes before looking my way.
“I’ll make sure she takes them as she needs.” I state loud and clear. It’s probably the most words she has heard me speak since we brought her back to Montana.
Sure, I sleep in the room with her. Granted, in the chair that sits in the corner. I rarely ever leave her for longer than it takes to go get her something to eat. But talking is something that neither of us have done or even attempted to do. She stares either out the window or at whatever is on the T.V., while I secretly stare at her from the corner of my eye.
She has fascinated me since the day I first spotted her in that parking lot. It was several weeks before she was taken. She had a sad little smile on her face as she went to her car. But even with the sadness, she was beautiful. Just as she still is now. Although; I don’t think she knows it.
“Try to get out of this room some. I understand from Timber that you have refused to even go as far as the kitchen. Hiding in this room will only make things worse for you mentally. Get out; interact with some of the other women. Hell, have a drink! Just don’t mix it with your pain pills.” He tells her as he heads out the door.
“Take her out for a walk.” He tells me as he shuts the door.
I look over at her and state, “I’ll let you get dressed while I go see how much longer it’ll be before lunch is ready.”
“Why do I need to get dressed?” She squeaks back at me.
“Doc said you needed to get out some. Figured we could sit in the kitchen with everyone else today. I’ll be back to get you in twenty minutes.” I answer as I walk out and shut the door again not giving her a chance to argue about it.
As I get close to the kitchen I can hear the other women as they prepare to set the tables for lunch.
It’s good to hear them laughing and having fun. With everything that Mina and Bella went through a while back with being kidnapped and tortured, they deserve the happiness they have finally found with my club brothers.
“Hey, Blood, we just saw Doc Ortez leaving a few minutes ago. How is Miranda today?” Mina asks as I walk into the room.
“He thinks she needs to get out of the room some so I told her we would be eating with everyone else today.” I respond trying not to sound like a grumbling bear.
“I’ll grab an extra plate for her. Has she said much about what she went through?” Bella asks curiously.
“No.” I state with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Well, if you are as quiet with her as you are with the rest of us, it’s no wonder she hasn’t said much. You can be quite intimidating, you know?” Mina states as she fills a bowl with potato salad.
“How?” I question as I stare at her waiting for an answer.
“How are you intimidating?” she asks looking at me. I just nod my head as an answer and wait to see what she says.
“Really, Blood?” she states as she rolls her eyes giving me a clue this is going to be one of her “talks” that tell you how everything you are currently doing is wrong.
The thing about it is that she is usually right. I think it's hilarious when Timber, my club President, is the one on the receiving end of her talks.
“First off, have you truly looked at yourself in the mirror? You are one of the biggest men I've ever seen. You walk around with a constant scowl on your face; you rarely say more than one word when talking and only if a grunt won’t do. And you just said you t
old her to get dressed because she was coming in here to eat instead of asking her.” She states while looking at me with her hands on her hips like a mother hen. It causes my mouth to twitch wanting to smile.
“Surely I’m not missing Blood finally getting one of your talks baby.” Timber states as he walks into the room, stopping to kiss Mina.
“She makes me sound like a bear.” I growl as I turn to leave to go get Miranda from her room.
“Because you are a bear!” Mina yells out amid Timber’s laughter at my expense.
Miranda
He left me staring at the door he closed behind him as he left. The man barely talks but there are times that I catch him looking at me as if he’s looking at something rare that scares him. There’s no way that I scare a big bear of a man like him.
He’s huge with broad shoulders, at least six and a half feet tall and huge muscled arms bigger than my whole body. He looks more like a man that should be in a body builder magazine.
It doesn’t take me long to get dressed. I’m not actually afraid to go out into the clubhouse. I just don’t know who I can trust. Someone in this club may know Ray and give him a way to get to me.
I am fairly sure that when he lost access to my bank account, he used me as leverage to get more money. Maybe even went so far as to sell me to those traffickers for the money he needed to afford his drug problem. I’m just unsure of how to prove it.
I should have walked away from the relationship the very first time he hit me. But I didn’t. I became one of those women that made excuses for him and believed the lie that it would never happen again. But it did happen again and progressively got worse to the point that the abuse was almost daily.
He controlled where I went, who I talked to and even how I dressed. If I wore something that wasn’t approved by him first, the beating I received would be brutal. He never hit my face though. Only ever hitting me in areas that would be covered easily by my clothes.
Ray liked my face to be flawless as he loved to flaunt me in front of those he called his business associates. What I didn’t find out until later was that he planned to “loan” me out to these men in exchange for favors and money.
I thought locking him out of my house and my life would save me from any more of the bullshit I had gone through. But it didn’t. I’m almost certain he sent his associates after me anyway.
I put too much stock in the thought that Ray knowing my Uncle was a cop would get him to disappear. Instead, he tried to make me disappear. Knowing I had a cop in the family didn’t stop the abuse either. God I was stupid!
I’ve avoided telling my Uncle any of this so far. I was ashamed to let him know what kind of a mess I had truly let my life turn into. I do need to tell him soon. Get the authorities involved somehow. I just want to go back to having a normal boring life.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed still thinking about everything I have been through when the door opens and Blood walks in the room.
He just stands there looking at me as he holds the door open. I guess that is his way of letting me know it's time to go to lunch so I get up and walk out in front of him. As we get closer to the voices I hear talking, my steps become slower until I feel Blood walking right next to me.
“You’ll be okay.” He whispers to me as I feel him take my hand into his large one.
A tingling feeling runs up my arm and I wonder if he can feel it too. It’s so odd to me, that I feel so comfortable around him.
When the nightmares come to me in the middle of the night, he’s right there to quiet my fears. He never mentions them the next morning and I am unwilling to really talk about them out loud just yet.
I know I probably need to. I am afraid to say out loud what all I went through. It might give it more power over me than it already has.
We walk into the room that has several tables setup with food and several people walking around filling plates. They all look our way as we walk in causing nervousness in my stomach.
“I am so glad you could join us today! Come right over here, you and Blood can sit with us.” I smile at Mina as she speaks and motions toward a table that I can see Timber, Blade and Bella already sitting at.
I had met several of the members in New Orleans before we left but the women I met were truly there for me at the time. Not being able to really move to wash your own hair sucks, but it sucks less when two strangers with big hearts take care of you like a long lost sister.
As I sit down, I notice that Bella has their baby with them and I smile in her direction. I’m surprised when Blood seems to fill my plate while I am distracted by the baby for a few minutes.
“I can’t eat all of this.” I whisper to him but all he does is grunt at me.
“If you’ll poke him in the eye, I bet he’d give you more than just a grunt.” murmurs Mina from across from me.
I just give her a small smile as I begin to eat the food in front of me. I become so lost in my own thoughts for so long that by the time I look down again, I have managed to eat everything on my plate. Guess I was hungrier than I thought, I think to myself as I sit quietly listening to the conversations around me.
Blood doesn’t seem to join into any of the conversations other than a few words here or there. I guess it’s good to know that he’s this quiet with everyone and not just me.
I notice a tattoo on his arm that draws my attention. It’s the same one that I noticed that day he helped me in the parking lot many months ago. I remember thinking it looked sexy as hell and I wanted to follow it up his arm and everywhere else it made lead to.
I’m so distracted by watching the way the tattoo moves on his huge arm when he moves that when the door slams open with a huge bang, my world goes black as the memories take over my mind.
Chapter 2
Blood
“What the fuck happened?” asked Fang while I checked on Miranda who passed out and hit the floor after letting out a piercing scream.
All I can do is look in his direction because I don’t know how to answer that question either. We were all sitting at the table eating and talking when she went screaming.
“I think the loud noise you made with the door had a lot to do with it.” Bella answers as she presses a cold washcloth to Miranda’s forehead. Her answer of course causes me to shoot daggers at Fang with my eyes.
“Fucking hell, Blood, It’s not like I meant to!” whines Fang at the thought that I may be pissed off.
I just grunt at him as I pick her up off the floor and head towards my room. The doctor should be coming back soon to check on her. I know that is the first call Timber would have made without me having to ask him to.
That is the type of family we are. We know what each of us need, sometimes before the other even knows it and we get it done.
It’s what first drew me to MC life after high school. I had shit parents, they are still shit parents. The only good thing that came from those two miserable human beings was my little sister.
She was always a beautiful little thing and now that she is grown, I have a hard time thinking of her as anything but a little girl. I’m trying, I really am but she tends to attract the wrong kind of men into her life. The kind that makes me want to paint walls with their blood.
The one she recently broke up with learned fast that hitting my sister will get you broken bones. Mother fuckers that hit women disgust me to my core.
Miranda stirs as I lay her down on my huge bed. I watch as her eyes slowly open and she comes to the realization that I have not let her completely go yet.
“There’s my Angel.” I whisper as her eyes meet mine with confusion.
“What happened?” She questions as she pulls the rest of the way out of my arms.
“You got a little spooked by the sound of the door.” Mina answers as she walks into the room with the doctor. “Blood, would you like to step out for a few minutes? Timber said he had some things to run by you.” She throws my way without looking at me.
“Be back short
ly.” I tell no one in particular although I mean it more for Miranda as I walk out the door in search of my President.
Miranda
“Hey there, I am glad to see that you woke up before I actually got here. They tell me you reacted badly to a loud noise. Is that right?” The doctor asks from the side of my bed.
“I think so. I don’t really remember.” Is the only answer I can give and I watch as he turns to look at Mina.
“Fang walked through the door which banged open from the crazy wind we are getting today. She jumped a mile in her chair, screamed the ceiling down and promptly passed out into the floor. Blood tried to catch her in time but you know how big he is. He couldn’t get turned around in the chair before she hit the floor.” She states with a small smile from her memory of him.
Her story and the thought of him trying to move quickly in that little chair even puts a smile on my own face. The man is seriously huge.
“Go ahead; you can laugh at the image. I would have laughed like crazy if I hadn’t been worried about whether you had hit your head or not.” I can tell she is serious which makes me like her even more. Hell, the old me would have laughed too.
We just stare at each other for a minute and before I know it, we are both doubled over laughing. I laugh so hard though that after a minute, it turns into sobs that I just can’t seem to stop. Mina just sits next to me and gently rubs my back. The doctor just sits there quietly until I begin to calm down a good bit.
“Miranda dear,” the Doctor states, “I think we need to go ahead and set you up for therapy sessions. I really do think that it will help you. Your reaction to a loud noise suggests possible PTSD from the trauma you went through during your kidnapping. I’m also going to guess that this is the first time you have truly cried since being here. Is it okay with you if we make you an appointment?”
“Do you really think that is necessary? It was just this once?”
