Snapped: Satan's Fools MC (6 page)

“Nope, I sure as hell didn’t bring it. I think he needs to stay in the cell for now. We need to consider who knew he was going on the road. And do you want Morgana and Lana screaming bloody murder at us?”

True shot him a look and walked back to the intercom. “Sit tight for a few days,” he told Raven through the speaker. “We gotta leave before Morgana gets home. It’s five o’clock somewhere, Raven.”

He laughed at his joke, but Raven didn’t. “Whistler, Elsie, that new chick Jinx has been banging, she’s a nosy thing. I’d be looking at her and no, I ain’t touched that kinda nasty. Oh, and you keep Jinx away from my wife. She threatened to fuck him. I’d hate to have to kill a brother, but when I get out, if he’s been here, I will.” Raven practically growled at them.

“That blonde bitch. Kinda old to be hanging around. The one who has a snotty attitude?” Whistler at least was taking him seriously.

“Yeah, that’d be the one. I didn’t get a chance to check her out and, with Jinx being Jinx, I doubt he did either. She was in the bar when you told me I was going nomad. I saw her. She was behind the bar because Hazel wasn’t around. I remember asking her where Hazie was and she said food poisoning. Seems since he’s brought her around, we’d had a few of the chicks get sick, come to think of it.”

Raven was doing what he did best: figuring out the facts and trying to solve them.

True spoke slowly. “You gotta figure this shit out with our sister. You’re a brother. You’re family, but you cannot hurt Morgana anymore. Raven, she keeps telling us how much she loves you. Do you wanna lose that kinda love? She loved you enough to overlook as much as she could. I know Morgana. She planned to get pregnant, she planned to make you pay for hurting her, and she even figured out how to get Whistler to help her. You want her to be in your life or are we gonna have issues? Think on it, bro. We’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Raven, do your best to get Morgana to let you out and don’t let on that we were here. She’ll change the passcode if she knows. I should have warned you, but to be honest, watching my sister hurt really has me putting you on my short list.”

Whistler left him with that advice. Soon, it was pure silence again, and Raven stretched out on his bunk. His brain was running full speed and he was thinking of what the Filthy Fiends would do to his ol’ lady. None of it was good—that was a given. He knew how they treated women and he hated feeling helpless like he did now. All he wanted was to hear Morgana’s voice.

Finally, he shut his eyes and slept, but even his dreams were dark, and he tossed and turned on the narrow uncomfortable bunk. He gave up and felt all sweaty. He needed a shower and he had to get his wife to agree to let him have one. Using that little sink sucked ass.

His mind wandered back to Elsie. There was something there. He couldn’t put his finger on it yet, but he would. He couldn’t stand the silence any longer and began to sing. He had a good voice and he used to sing to Morgana out on the back porch swing. Kid Rock’s
Lonely Road of Faith
popped into his mind and he began to sing it. He knew the words by heart; it was one of her favorite songs.

Morgana was tired and so emotionally drained that she went directly to her bedroom after work. Laying on the bed, she flipped on the TV and camera into Raven’s cell. She heard him singing
Lonely Road of Faith
and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

He sat on the bunk and closed his eyes and began to talk.

“I fucked up, Morgana. I know I did and you didn’t seem to care. I wondered why, and you just kept taking it. I hated you working shifts in the prison. I worried about you day and night. I fucked up so bad. I hated myself, but I didn’t stop. I don’t know why. I think it started after my brother and Jenny died.” He rubbed his hands over his unshaven face. “I killed a part of us, the part that was the best. I was scared to have a baby. What if it died? How could we get through that? I wish you were here so I could tell you these things. I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to think of you with another man. I miss you, Morgana. I miss the ballsy chick that kicked True in the knee. I want you to come back to me.”

He laid on the bunk and turned his back to the camera. She couldn’t see him, but she suspected he might be sobbing.

This was a lot to think about. Raven didn’t know if she could hear him. She hadn’t begun to do all the things she planned to do to him yet, either. She bit her lip in thought. Was Raven sincere? It was too soon to tell. There was no way she was falling for more bullshit until he proved to her that he was a changed man. So many horrible things he said were still fresh in her memory. She didn’t know if erasing them was ever possible. Raven had no idea of the things she had wanted to say to him when they fought. She knew however that once she spoke, they’d be words she couldn’t take back, so she never said them. Maybe she should have, but she was afraid that the vile things she had on her mind would have either sent him into a rage or caused him to leave her forever.

She touched her belly and thought no matter what happened at the end of this game, she had a part of Raven forever. Loving a man like Raven wasn’t easy. Her brothers and parents had warned her that he was dark and moody. At least her parents weren’t alive to see how badly she had failed in her marriage. However, True and Whistler were, and she hoped they would understand why she had to move away. Lana would stay here to make sure the family was alright. Raven would be fine once he got things right with her brothers. It was what she wanted for him. Lana had harped on and on about her raising a baby on her own away from the family, but she had money that Raven knew nothing about. Her parents had left each of their children a trust fund. She had never said a word and left the money alone. The Norths didn’t tell people their business and she never asked her brothers what they had done with their money. Lana was blowing through hers, of course.

She didn’t want to shower and cook, but she needed to eat and wondered if her brothers were coming for dinner. She wasn’t up to it. She reached over and grabbed her cell, hitting the contact for her oldest brother.

“True, can I cook for you tomorrow?” she asked, exhausted. “I had a long day and I’m tired.”

“Morgana, is everything okay?” As always, since their parents died, he was overly concerned.

“Just tired, and I gave my notice today. I’m sorry to be letting you down, but I won’t take any chances with my baby.”

“You did a lot for us and I’m glad you’re outta there … but some shit came up that I need to talk to you about as soon as possible. Your house might not be too safe. You hear what I’m sayin’?”

“True, my house has never been safe. You think I don’t know that? Come on, I’m Raven’s ol’ lady. I’m always on alert,” she said, her tone a bit edgy. “I need to shower, eat, and go to bed.”

“Whistler thinks I should stay with you. If you want me to, I will. I think we both should be there for you.”

Morgana couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her brothers in her house with the things she had planned? Hell no.

“No, I don’t want either of you. I’ve got a security system and I’ve got guns. You have your boys check on me, but I’m not having you two under my feet. I’ll call you if I get scared, okay?”

“Yeah. I don’t like it. We’ll be watching. I want dinner tomorrow so get some rest. We love you, sis. You know, just want you safe.”

“Love you too, and I do know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She disconnected and thought about True’s warning. This was no damn life, having to wonder if some crazy rival MC or the cops were going to come through the door at any moment. Raven had security cameras outside, but she had never paid much attention to them. He had made the house like a fort in her mind and only her family knew the passcode to the security system. The nightstands on either side of the bed held loaded guns. Raven was such a nut that he’d bought gun holsters that slipped under the mattress. On her side was a sawed-off shotgun she called Blondie because of the lightwood stock. She could blast anyone to kingdom come and they weren’t coming back. The days Raven had taught her to shoot came back to mind. Damn him and damn her memories—warm summer days on the farm blasting cans and bottles. She hadn’t told him that True and Whistler had taught her the basics when she was a young teenager. She had begged them to pretend she didn’t know anything about guns. Raven had said she was a fast learner and he bragged she was a better shot after a few months of them practicing than many of the club members. True and Whistler had laughed but kept her secret.

Sighing, she thought of the farm. Her dream had been to live out there. They all owned twenty acres. She wanted a few horses, and her plot had her grandparents’ house on it. She made sure it was kept up, and Raven had tried for years to get her to sell it—as if she could break up the family farm. She supposed she could talk to True about renting it out so she had more income. It was a craftsman style house and she loved it. She wanted some horses, chickens, cats, dogs, and goats. Raven had been horrified when she told him that. Her man was what her brothers called a “city biker”. He had no clue about owning so much land and it being in the family. Raven didn’t seem to like animals but he had liked her dog Omar. She took him back to the farm though because Omar wasn’t happy with the small yard they had. Now he was dead and she was never able to talk Raven into a pet. 

She got up and decided to make breakfast for dinner. Waffles and bacon sounded great to her. Raven wouldn’t mind that and she would give him some scrambled eggs. She kept homemade waffles in a freezer bag for times like this. The bacon went on a cookie sheet in the oven.

She sat at the kitchen table wishing there was someone else in her life to talk about babies with beside Lana. It was sad she had no close friends anymore. Like a love-struck fool, she had abandoned her friends once she had met Raven. The ol’ ladies had to be nice to her, but she knew they talked behind her back.
Those bitches have no loyalty to anyone
, she thought, thinking of how she had seen one up at the Sunshine Motel this morning with a brother who was married to her so-called sister. If Morgana was a bitch, she would have honked her horn and waved to them both, but she had stopped caring a long time ago.

She looked at the bacon and saw it was almost browning, so she added the waffles to the rack above. She cracked four eggs into the frying pan and scrambled them up before realizing she hadn’t whipped them with the beater or added any milk to them.
Oh fucking well, Raven,
she thought.
You’re lucky I’m not feeding you pasta again.
She cut up some strawberries and pulled everything out of the oven. She sat and picked at her food, coming to the discovery that it sucked eating alone.

She fixed the tray for Raven and carried it downstairs, opening the slot and pushing the food through, using the chair again to hold the tray. She didn’t say a word and walked upstairs to get her plate. Maybe Raven had something to say to her. She pressed the intercom on.

“How’s your food, Raven?”

“It’s good. I never bitched about your cooking, babe,” he said, his voice calm. “You know we could talk better if you’d let me out.”

“Not a chance,
babe
. I’ve got you right where I want you. You were rotten to me for too long. Why would I want to let you out?”

“Morgana, the Filthy Fiends are looking for me,” he said. “What if they come here?”

“They won’t come here because you’re ‘on the road’ right now. I’m sure they know that. God, you’d think I was born in the turnip patch. Before you were around, I lived with my brothers. Try again.”

“I get you’re pissed. I’ve been a fuck up for a while. I’m sorry. But unless you let me out, I can’t prove it to you.”

Morgana didn’t answer. In the next instant, she dropped her plate and ran to the bathroom. Morning sickness struck again.

Raven sat there and listened to her vomiting. He thought about how thin she looked and wondered if she did this often. Fuck, he needed out of the cell. He listened to the toilet flush and the water run.

“Morgana, let me out. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

“Fuck off, Raven. I’m taking the tray and going upstairs. I don’t feel very good and I’ll clean up the broken plate later. Damn it, I don’t have to live by your rules anymore.”

Still, Raven tried again. “No, you don’t, but I’ve got to wonder if you’ll be alright while I sit here and worry.”

Morgana gave in a tiny bit. “I’ll leave the camera on so you can see me, and I’ll leave the sound on too. Good night, Raven.”

It was all he was going to get. “I love you, Mor. Good night and … I hope you feel better.”

She didn’t answer him and she didn’t say I love you back. Raven sat there and wondered if he had truly lost her.

* * *

Morgana was so drained and tired after her shower that she picked up one of Raven’s t-shirts and carelessly tossed it on. She didn’t say anything to him but she left the sound and camera on. All she wanted to do was lay her head down on the pillow. If Raven thought he’d get a coconut oil show tonight, he was out of luck. She cuddled his pillow and was fast asleep within minutes.