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ALANA SAPPHIRE
Copyright 2016 Alana Sapphire
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
This short story is based on Gage and Raven, the couple from “Forbidden”, “Tempted”, and “Claimed” (books one to three in the Death Dealers MC series), and is best enjoyed if you’ve read them.
If you’re already acquainted with #RAGE, I know when you got to the end of “Tempted”, I was your least favorite person. Whether I made up for that in “Claimed” or not, this is for all the readers who stuck with me to the end of Gage and Raven’s story. Their journey was always destined to go the way it did. I tried to change it but the words just wouldn’t come. Now that their story is complete, I can play with it a bit. I asked myself ‘what would have happened if that fated night had been different?’ Well, here is the answer!
WHAT IF…
We pick up from Gage’s house, where Ellen is helping him get ready for Raven’s birthday party. He’s been calling Raven, getting increasingly angry because she’s not picking up.
***Gage***
“Raven, pick up the fucking phone. Call me back.”
“Gage, calm down,” Ellen says.
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! This isn’t like her.”
“I just left her a few hours ago. You don’t know how women are. We take forever to get ready.”
“Not Raven.” I sit on the bed, tapping my foot until I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck this shit. I’m going over there.”
My phone rings and I thinkfinallyas her name flashes on the screen.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I demand.
“Don’t you growl at me, Mr. Grouchy. I’ve been getting ready.”
“On what planet that doesn’t get cell reception?”
“The one where growly men don’t get the sex they’ve been waiting three months for,” she replies, her voice devoid of humor.
Fuck.
“Are you ready?” I ask, not wanting to upset her. There’s no way I’m not getting inside hertonight. Ellen giggles behind me.
“Almost. I will be by the time you get here.”
“Fine. I’ll see you in a few.”
“’Kay.”
“You aresowhipped,” Ellen says through her laughter.
“Fuck off, sis.”
