Twist's Raven, page 9
Maureen and Compass were hanging out with her parents and their friends. She was impressed how Maureen and Compass had visited to get background on the town before Twist visited. Twist also wanted to take her to visit the ranch. They could also pick up all his stuff because she wanted him with her.
They were getting married, and he was moving in. Depending on the amount of stuff he had, she might see about upgrading to one of the three-bedroom cabins. They had two empty, and they weren’t reserved for anyone.
Guru, Daydream, Quicksilver, Fury, and Hoax walked up.
“Ladies, what’s shaking?” she asked.
“We want to know how soon you want to get married, and is it a big wedding, dress, dance, etc., or is it smaller? We’re so excited to celebrate something,” Guru said.
“I don’t want to wait. I want to start the rest of our lives,” Raven said.
“There’s no waiting in Richardson County. You just have to go in Monday and fill out the application, pay your fee, and show your birth certificates,” Hoax said.
“Hmm, had that on the tip of your tongue, did you?” Raven asked.
“I listened in when Twist was talking to Mace. You know he doesn’t tell me everything,” Hoax said.
Fury and Raven looked at each other. They’d tried to listen in on Mace’s office four months ago when they’d ticked him off. They’d wanted to see how mad he was. There wasn’t any way to listen in unless Hoax had bugged her husband’s office.
Raven tilted her head, waiting for Hoax to continue.
“If you guys rat me out, I’ll get you back somehow,” Hoax said.
“How?” Fury asked.
“I embedded two microphones. One in the picture frame of him, Axel, and Charity. And one in his desk chair just in case he finds the first one. I only turn it on when I really need to know what’s happening,” Hoax said, blushing.
Raven adored her Honey Creek Girls. They might be older, but they’d always have each other’s backs.
“So let’s plan on next Friday for the wedding if the pavilion at the park isn’t reserved for anything else. I want a biker wedding with me in jeans and a cut. I’ve never been a girl who liked dresses, and Twist isn’t going to care,” Raven said.
“Got it. Leave it to us. You only need you, Twist, and the license,” Daydream said.
The girls left and Raven looked around for Twist. She should probably tell him that their wedding was planned. He wouldn’t care. He wanted to give her the world, and a wedding was small time compared to the world.
Love really could change the world. It had changed everything for her.
Chapter Eighteen
Twist finished wrapping the last present. The week before their wedding had flown by. He grinned at his girl’s antics of a low-key wedding. They’d been waiting at the office for it to open on Monday morning to get their wedding license. After that, they’d picked up breakfast from Annie’s Bakery and rode to the park to relax a little.
As soon as he’d found out about the shortened time before their wedding, Twist had instructed Snipe to buy all the items and pay for expedited shipping. The last item had arrived that morning.
He placed the presents in the closet of the RV. Booker and Lexi had brought their RV for Twist and Raven to use for their trip. Booker just suggested Twist not make an outdoor breakfast for Raven if he was in Yellowstone. Twist still chuckled at the video of Booker and the bison in Yellowstone.
He and Raven were taking a road trip for their honeymoon, along with some storm chasing. The RV could tow Storm Sweeper, so they’d be prepared for anything.
They’d picked places to visit that they’d enjoy. There were some historical sites, places to buy Legos, and a couple Harley shops. He loved his motorcycle but since his didn’t have a comfortable place for Raven, he’d been planning on having it modified. She’d nixed that and said she liked the amount of storage he had if she wanted to ride her own motorcycle for trips. Instead, they were stopping at a couple Harley dealerships to purchase a new one or new-to-them one that they could both be comfortable on.
“It’s time,” Booker yelled from the doorway.
Despite it being short notice, a large amount of his Bluff Creek family had made the trip, plus some of his friends in the Saint’s Outlaws.
He checked in the mirror one more time to make sure his cut was good. He’d received his cut on Wednesday. Due to the co-ed nature of the club, he and Raven had done what Hoax and Mace did. Each had a Property of patch on their cut.
He walked out into the sunshine and toward her family’s barn. Raven’s dad had moved his classic cars so they could use the barn for the wedding. Seats had been set up, but a large number of people were standing along the back and the side walls. He smiled at Dex sitting by Fury. When Dex had arrived on Wednesday, he’d picked up the gun range’s order in Kansas City before arriving. Fury had been with the ATF before leaving, so she knew her guns. They’d spent the morning checking out some of the ones that were used. She’d been quite impressed with Dex being able to shoot accurately with either hand. But then, that’s where his name had come from.
He and Raven had decided not to have anyone stand up with them. Otherwise, it would be the whole club because she couldn’t choose. Her dad was walking her down the aisle.
Daydream’s little boy was their ring bearer. He ran up to Twist holding the box they had the rings in.
“I gots them,” Lane Jr. said.
“You do. I appreciate you keeping them safe,” Twist said, bending down. Raven was close with the kids. She and Twist had babysat the kids on Tuesday.
Twist wiped his palms on his jeans. He really needed this wedding to start because he was getting nervous.
Hoax walked to the front and picked up the mic. Raven had picked the song but wouldn’t share it with Twist. She’d said she’d found it and realized it fit how she loved him.
The notes started and he tried to place the song. After a couple notes, he recognized the song as one of the ones Raven loved by Rachel Platten. But then he forgot about the song because Raven was walking toward him in her jeans, motorcycle boots, and a pink V-neck top underneath her cut. She carried a bouquet of pink roses. He understood the significance of that. Pink roses had been Charity’s favorite flowers.
Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders, which he loved because he liked being able to sift his fingers through it. He couldn’t help but smile. Raven was grinning at him, her love shining from her eyes.
She reached him and placed her hand in his. She handed the roses to her dad to keep.
“It really is a better place since you came into my life. Thank you, Twist,” Raven said softly.
He couldn’t stop the tears from leaking from his eyes any more than he could stop loving this woman.
Raven smiled at Twist’s reaction to her words and the song. Once she’d heard Rachel Platten’s Better Place, it was the song she had to use. Her life was better with Twist in it, and the song said exactly how she felt about him.
Today was bittersweet. She was getting the man she loved and couldn’t imagine life without. He supported why their MC had been formed and what their mission was, but as happy as she was, she still missed her friend.
But the best way to honor her friend was to live the life she was given to the fullest. To drink up every drop of happiness. To savor each second she was gifted with Twist.
The words they pledged set the tone for their life, but if you asked her ten years from now what she’d remember about her wedding, she’d tell you it was the absolute love that she could see in Twist’s eyes. She’d remember his hand reaching to hold her cheek as he sealed their union with a kiss—the warmth of his tongue tangling with hers, knowing he was hers and she was his.
The minister announced them as Britt and Max Graham. The roar from their friends filled the barn. She and Twist walked down the aisle, stopping to thank people for coming.
She paused at the Saint’s Outlaws’ rows. “Thank you so much for being here,” Raven said.
“We’re happy everything turned out. I hear you’re storm chasing on your honeymoon,” Pit said.
“Yes, we are. It will be just us, but next time, I told Twist we need to take Stinger with us. Views and subscribers surged after the last one. It would really spread the channel,” Raven said, snickering.
“Seriously. I thought you were nice, Raven,” Stinger whined.
She chuckled as she and Twist moved down the aisle.
“Thanks for the use of the RV, Booker,” Twist said.
Raven liked Lexi and Maureen. From their recommendations, she’d found a couple new authors to try, and they were looking at going to a book signing in the spring.
“No problem. Hope you have a great time,” Booker said.
Twist leaned closer to her as they got to the back rows. “Love you, Raven,” he said.
“Twist, Raven, congratulations,” War, the President of Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC, said.
“Thank you, and thank you for making the trip,” Raven said.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Remi, his wife, said, holding their daughter, Amelia.
Seeing the three-month-old made Raven long for her own little one. She and Twist had discussed so many topics this week, with babies being one of them. They were ditching the condoms and were going to let nature take its course. With both of them in their forties, they didn’t want to waste a moment.
Once they got through the aisles, instead of leading her to the reception area under the tent, Twist took her to the RV.
“I want to give you your wedding gift before the reception because I’m excited for you to see it. I can’t wait,” he said.
“When we have kids, are you going to be the parent that hands them a gift from under the tree early?” she asked, waiting while Twist pulled items out of a closet.
“Umm, probably. So we should just buy extras and give them one the day before or maybe one a week in December?” he said, placing the nine packages on the table.
He motioned for her to sit so she did.
“Does it matter which is first?” she asked.
“Nope. Just choose one,” Twist said.
She ripped the paper off and stared at the box. It was the Lego soccer stadium she’d been watching. It had sold for six hundred dollars. She stared at Twist.
“How?” she asked.
“I gave Snipe my credit card and told him what I wanted. I knew as much as we’re together that you’d see me online searching or bidding for stuff,” he said.
He couldn’t have picked anything she would love more for a present. He bought something he knew she loved. She wasted no time unwrapping the other gifts, oohing and aahing over each one.
Her favorite one was the Lego Harley Davidson Fat Boy because it made her remember how they met and their first motorcycle ride.
She stood up and walked around the table, leaning up to kiss him.
“I love you, Maxwell “Twist” Graham, and I hope any kids we have get your kind heart. I’m so glad you interfered in that quest,” she said.
His arms wrapped around her, tugging her flush against him.
“Me too. Sometimes a chance meeting can change your life. I’m thankful you changed mine,” he said, claiming her lips. She wondered if they’d have time for a quickie before the reception.
Loud banging on the door had her guessing they wouldn’t, but she’d have him all alone on their trip.
“To be continued,” he said.
Raven nodded. She’d follow him anywhere.
Epilogue
Raven waited inside for her attacker to enter the house. It had taken three months for Hoax to get the information and for them to plan how they’d make him pay.
Because everyone wanted to be involved, they’d chosen to wait until he’d rented a vacation rental property in Missouri. They’d gone over the place thoroughly. It was secluded, without any neighboring properties to hear screams or anything like that. And the owner didn’t have any cameras on the property. Even so, Hoax would have a jammer active while they were extracting her revenge.
With his place on the news, they couldn’t make him disappear, but she was going to make sure his career was impacted. She heard the front door open. Daydream, who always saw the good in people, had wanted to be the honey trap. In the last couple of months, they’d upped their disguises after taking some lessons from Beth Franks, who was the surveillance expert of Franks and Daughters Bail Bonds.
Daydream was a redhead tonight, and her breasts looked enormous in the low-cut sweater, when the woman was a C cup on a good day.
A small noise and then a loud thunk preceded Daydream’s voice calling Clear.
Raven walked out and saw the slimeball on the floor. “Okay, let’s get this started. Guys, please strip him and place him leaning back in his recliner,” she said.
They were all dressed head to toe in black. Hair was covered too, though when they were done with him, she didn’t believe he’d be doing anything besides going to the hospital.
Raven waited until they were done and pulled the three different sizes of cock rings out of her bag. Eyeing his less-than-impressive member, she chose the smallest one.
“This is the part that stinks. At least I have gloves,” she said, lifting his penis and sliding the smallest cock ring to the base. She slid a zip tie through the cock ring and closed it to make a one-inch diameter circle. Fury put a zip tie about halfway down his cock and then Quicksilver used a zip tie to connect the two.
Guru and Hoax had the bottle of water and the thin tube. Hoax threaded it down his throat, and Guru tilted the bottle up to drain into the tube.
“How many pills did you dissolve?” Raven asked. One hundred milligrams was the maximum recommended dosage of the erectile dysfunction drug they were giving him. She suggested four hundred milligrams, but Hoax had contacted a nurse to check on the side effects of even higher doses.
The sheepish looks on her friends’ faces had her chuckling.
“Let’s go with a lot. He’s going to have the hardest dick. While we’re waiting for the drugs to take effect, you can leave messages on his back,” Guru suggested.
“Messages?” Raven asked.
“Well, Hoax and I were chatting on the drive. If you use Sharpies, it won’t wash off, and who would look at their back, thinking someone left messages when their penis is in danger of exploding,” Guru said.
Hoax pulled markers out of her pocket. The guys rolled him over.
Raven grabbed the marker. Before she could think much, she’d written I sexually abuse women. I drug women to hurt them.
Daydream had grabbed one and at Raven’s nod, wrote Men who hurt women should be castrated.
Everyone took a turn writing their views along his buttocks and his lower back.
A quiet moan had them turning him over.
“Whoa, that looks fucking painful,” Snipe said.
Raven agreed. In the twenty minutes they’d been writing on his back, his penis had hardened. Between the cock ring and the zip ties, parts of it were a purplish color.
The guys flipped off the lights because when he woke up, they wanted him scared.
Raven finally got tired of waiting and slapped his face a couple times. By now, his penis was straining at the zip ties. It was hard and looked very painful. With the amount they’d given him, there was no way he wouldn’t have to go to the hospital.
“What? Oh fuck,” he screamed when he realized the predicament his cock was in. A flashlight clicked on, illuminating his cock so he could see.
“Awwwww,” he screamed.
“Shut up and listen. We know you are drugging and abusing women. This is your warning. Stop now,” she said.
“I, I…” he said.
“Shut up. If you tell anyone that someone did this to you, we’ll be back, and we’ll start with cutting off your cock. You will tell them that you were trying to have a fantastic orgasm and screwed up,” Hoax said.
“And if you think to involve the police, I’ll know, and I’ll come back to slice little pieces off you one by one,” Twist’s deep voice said.
“Do you understand?” Raven asked.
He nodded, holding his hard cock, as tears ran down his cheeks.
“Can you cut the zip ties, please?” he asked.
“Nope. We’re going to leave. Wait fifteen minutes before calling for an ambulance or moving. Don’t test me because I voted for ending you,” Raven said.
The flashlight went off and they quietly left the house. Hoax kept the jammer on until they were far enough away. They had parked near the road where either he’d have to leave or an ambulance would have to come by.
In five minutes, an ambulance came screaming by.
Fury picked up the burner phone to make the call. “Yes, umm, I don’t know how to say this but that reporter who does the weather and wears that yellow ball cap all the time, I just saw him brought in on some kind of sexual experiment that went wrong. Yeah, he’s in Claverville, so I assume that hospital,” she said, hanging up.
Raven breathed a sigh of relief. She’d faced him. When he didn’t have a woman drugged, he was a sniveling worm. Twist slid his arm around her and tugged her closer on the bench seat.
“Feel better?” he asked.
She nodded. Yes, she did. She’d always carry the trauma of what she’d gone through, but this was one man who got to deal with some consequences of his actions.
“Let’s go. I’m hungry. Can we stop at that all-night pizza place on the way back?” Raven asked.
“Of course,” Snipe said, putting their van in gear and heading home.
This wasn’t the last abuser they’d deal with. As their quests ramped up to find the man responsible for Lane and Charity’s deaths, they’d be dealing with the worst of humanity. But if the Honey Creek Badgers MC quests helped make the world a better place, then what more could she ask for?
I hope you enjoyed Twist's Raven. Snipe's book will be next in the Honey Creek Badgers MC. Hot Cocoa, Mistletoe and the Road Captain
