Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

The guy’s built like a refrigerator and had Claire on his left side so I had enough clearance to aim for his right side. It wasn’t enough to take him down. Then I tried to shoot out the tires on the getaway car but I missed and hit the hubcaps instead.

He’s worked for us for fourteen years and he was one of the ones who actually taught me to shoot, for f**k sakes. He’s been solid enough that he made it to the inner circle.

The inner inner circle. He was trusted.

I trusted him with her, for f**k sakes. I don’t understand what’s happened, why it happened, don’t know who he’s working for, and where he’s taken her. But I’ll find out.

We only bring men into the inner circle who have families. It’s a collateral thing. It increases the chances they’ll stay loyal because they have a family at stake and their families are brought into the fold.

But Earl’s wife died of Cancer last year and his son died in a motorcycle accident three months ago. He’s a man with nothing to lose. If he hadn’t been solid all the way he’d have been put somewhere else but I had no reason to doubt him. I’ve known the man since I was a kid.

I floored it over to Uncle’s. When I walked in, the family was around the table and they all looked up at me, shocked. I know it’s because my face was f****d up from Claire and in addition to that I was disheveled and dirty. I ran my fingers through my hair, “Uncle, Dare, need a minute.”

My sisters, their husbands, and Lisa went back to eating but there was awkwardness in the air. “Uncle Azriel!” One of the girls bellowed from the table. I gave my little niece a forced smile and headed out of the room.

As much as Tessa and Luciana have big personalities they know when to keep their mouths shut. My attitude must’ve shown this wasn’t the time to start on me with questions.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

We stepped into Uncle’s office, “Your brother told me she beat you up. I didn’t realize just how much.”

I really wished he would say cousin instead of brother but I couldn’t really blame him for making me feel like I had real b***d family. Because as for my real brother, he didn’t even wanna see my face. So there’s that.

I shook my head and shot my brother a dirty look, “Earl took Claire in a black 74 to 76 Grand Prix. I got a picture of the plate with my phone. I shot him in the shoulder. He shot Marco. Dead. We need to move. Now.”

Smirks evaporated. As I was swiping the screen to get to the photo I’d snapped, my phone started ringing and it was a blocked number.

I answered, “Clarke.”

“Your girl is on a plane. South. 3 hours we’ll call with demands.”

Mexican accent.

“You f*****g touch her you’d might as well kill her because I won’t want her. You hear me?”

Dial tone. They couldn’t know she meant anything to me because they’d definitely rape her.

“Mexico,” I said to them and now we could at least narrow it down. Dare brought the girls’ husbands in. Both guys, Jimmy who was Tessa’s husband and Eddy, Luciana’s husband worked for us. Jimmy was on our security team. Eddy ran a restaurant for us but he was solid and could double as security, if needed. He filled them in.

Three hours later I was out of my mind, sick about it, but I knew who had her and I knew what they wanted. Juan Carlos Castillo.

They wanted us to relinquish an ongoing arrangement where we were being paid a kickback for every drug deal through a certain drug shipping lane in a small Mexican town near Morelia. We didn’t dabble much with drugs and I didn’t even know about this deal but Uncle said it was recent and that we were barely involved but were getting a decent kickback for almost no involvement.

We had other non-drug business down there so he said we had people and we had a safe house to work from in order to deal with this. I was a little put off by this news but didn’t have time to process that. I just needed to get her the f**k out of there.

The only thing that made sense was that she would be held in one of two places there. The cartel’s leader’s compound was huge and pretty near impenetrable.

He also had a vacation house in a mini compound near Chacala. Luckily, we had men who spied for us in both compounds so we’d soon know where she was. If she was in one of those two locations, we would know about it soon enough, through our contacts. By the time night fell, I was on a plane heading toward Morelia.

Claire’s POV

We left the plane; we weren’t at a typical airport. It was a warehouse with a landing strip and it was surrounded with prison-like fences and barbed wire around the top. Before we got off the plane I was told that if I misbehaved I would be shot in the head.

It was made crystal clear that I was expendable. They said they could easily get to one of Azriel’s sisters. He had a pregnant sister who would be an easy mark. I believed them and I cooperated.

We travelled in an old Jeep down a long dirt road and it opened up into a palatial property. Gardens, tennis courts, pool, pond, huge home, several smaller homes. I was in some sort of compound that had its own landing strip.