Chapter 6.
1573 Words
Luciano’s POV.
I followed behind Raven a few minutes after she left. I watched as Delaney left one of the rooms. He was straightening his tuxedo jacket, and I spotted the blood drops on the cuff of his white dress shirt.
My rage was rising at the same time as the Beast inside of me was. I watched for a few moments when the door opened and Raven stepped out, her green eyes, red and her makeup streaked with tears. There was a red mark that was blooming on her cheek and blood in the corner of her perfect, pouty lips. I watched as she disappeared into the ladies room as I turned my attention back to Delaney as he talks to some of the pompous assholes who were here tonight.
Why did he hit Raven? Sure, she seems stubborn, but that doesn’t warrant for her to be beaten. My heart aches at the thought of what he has done to her. I want to go after him and give him a beating, but I can’t. It will only cause Raven more problems.
I hide again when Raven leaves the ladies room. Her hair is over her shoulder, but it’s the glint in her eyes that tells me she is not only pissed, furious, but oddly calm. Too calm, she lifts her head higher and walks with grace and poise, even if there is a slight limp in her steps.
I sigh when Delaney glares hatefully at her, but Raven doesn’t acknowledge him like she is on autopilot as she leaves the hotel. I leave the hotel through the back and see the cage we came in and climb into the driver’s seat.
I drive around to the front of the hotel and spot Raven climb into a cab. I follow three cars behind and follow the cab to her place. My mouth hangs open as I see where she lives. f*****g hell.
It is a damn mansion. When I learned that she was being auctioned, I did what I could to find information about her. But only found her social media pages and her X-Rated Only Fans. There is no real information about Raven Knights. Well, not that I could find, and I’m damn good at what I do. So either she is off the grid in some way or someone is covering her from afar.
I watch as she leaves the cab when I become lost in my thoughts. I watch her disappear through her wrought black iron gates and I wait a little longer before driving away and back to the hotel.
My heart goes out to her. She is only trying to make her way in this world and is facing all kinds of prejudices because of who she is. I know that all too well.
I am a rainbow baby. My mom had a stillborn son three years before I arrived. But that was never the issue. I was loved and cherished until dad caught on that I was not like him.
I am a rainbow in more than one way. I’m bisexual. Dad flipped when he learnt that his son preferred men over women. He tried to beat it out of me, but it didn’t work, especially when mom kicked his ass and held him at gunpoint. She even threw her property cut at him and filed for divorce. So in his attempt to cure me, his words. He took me to the strip club the club owned and told me no son of his would like c**k only p***y. That it was against the club rules that was back when it was frowned upon.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my father and my mom and I know they loved me too. So I did what I could. I was young and not confused. So I refused and the girls god love them. They lied to my dad for me. They told him I f****d them all nine ways through Sunday. He was happy, so was I. He didn’t need to know that the girls all saw me being pressured and so we sat in the private room and played cards for a few hours and a really good time.
But as I got older, I realised I wasn’t gay. I liked women too. If I found a man or a woman beautiful and I was attracted to them, it didn’t matter. Love is love. So I would indulge in that side away from the club, but when I was around the club, I would indulge with the sweet butts to keep everyone comfortable. It was soul destroying that I couldn’t be who I was born to be.
My sexuality caused many arguments and fights with my parents, even after the divorce. My mom always took my side. She was an angel. Dad never hit her, but you could see he wanted to and mom, well, she would steel herself and go toe to toe with him over me, her baby boy.
She told him that it didn’t matter what sexuality I was, that I was still their son and if he couldn’t see that, then he was not fit to be a father.
They sorted their difference and dad told me that I could sleep with whoever I wanted but away from the clubhouse because it made some of the bothers uncomfortable. So, in reality, he never accepted that part of who I am. So I did it to keep the peace.
Then, when my parents both died on a club run, I was thrust into the presidency at twenty. I found out that the members didn’t care if I was gay, straight, bi, or even if I identified as a unicorn. So I embraced who I was. That was when I met Gino and Marco and we joined our clubs because I was so young and had no proper guidance.
We became the Three Devil’s. Over the years, we have shared everything. Gino is like me and Marco, well so is he, but he is more curious than full on. We even share the same bed. It is nice to wake up wrapped around them, knowing that there is no judgement from them or any of our brothers or sisters of the club. We are respected for what and who we are. Hell, more and more presidents and first officers have come out because of us, and that is a revolutionary thing.
So I can see the struggle inside of Raven. She is fighting who she really is. I have seen a few of her movies and I noticed in group stuff with multiple men she has her go to guys. They must be who she is referring to. Of course it is.
I stalked her socials, and they are with her. I thought maybe one of them was her boyfriend, but it turns out they are her best friends and they will protect her. But that won’t be needed. In three days, she will return. I know she will, especially now that Delaney has something over her. But whatever it is doesn’t mean he can put his hands on her in the way he did.
I pull into the parking garage and climb out and lock the cage up as I take the elevator back up to the penthouse. As soon as the doors open, I hear Marco and Gino arguing in the living room. I sigh before I walk into the chaos.
“Gino, you are a f*****g moron. I love you I do. However, what you said to her was out of line and you know it. Couldn’t you see she was scared?” Marco roars and I walk to the kitchen and watch them from the island before I turn to the fridge and grab out a beer and watch as they argue back and forth.
“I didn’t mean it like that. It just came out.” Gino says, sounding defeated.
“It just pissed me off that she was acting all high and mighty about this. She is a porn star, so she should be able to do this without any bother. Besides Marco, we weren’t even supposed to be bidding, and you dumped us in the s**t!” Gino flips out and I watch as they go at it verbally. When I place my bottle down and put my fingers in my mouth and whistle loudly, causing them both to shut up and turn to see me.
“Delaney hit her.” I say and they both exchange a look with each other.
“What do you mean, he hit her?” Marco says through clenched teeth, and I’m sure I heard them crack.
“They argued, and he hit her. She has a red mark on her face, blood on her lip, and her hair was dishevelled, like he pulled her hair, and not in the good way. But there was something in her eyes when she walked out. She was furious, yet chillingly calm. I know where she lives, but what I want to know is. Who is she really?” I say, looking at Marco and he sinks into the sofa. His elbows are braced on his knees and his hands rub down his face.
“I think she is Don Alfonso’s daughter. The girl, well, woman we have been asked to find.”
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