Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3 by Alana Sapphire Read Free Book Online

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    I was able to get my hands on a copy of the police report, but it doesn’t tell me anything I don’t already know. They found no DNA and no trace evidence to suggest the use of a condom. That means this wasn’t about sex. It was about hurting her. As for her blood work, my contact at the lab said he’d never seen that combination of drugs before. It’s the perfect rape cocktail – Flunitrazepam, MDMA, and Triazolam. Roofies, Ecstasy, and a fucking anesthetic. She would have been pliant and awake, unable to fight back, and wouldn’t remember a damn thing after. What guts me is that he also said she didn’t ingest enough to keep her out for too long. He thinks she came to either during the act or right after it finished. A part of me hopes she’ll remember something that will help while the other, bigger part, wants her not to. What she doesn’t remember can’t hurt her, right?
    Aunt Nita, Ellen, and Chrissy have pretty much taken her over from me. Millie comes by when she can. Toni stayed for a few days but had to go back home for school. They still talk on the phone every day, though. The only time I really get to spend with her is when I curl up next to her at night. Raven’s going to need a lot of time to heal but even then I don’t want her working, so I’ve told Millie to find another waitress.
    Her mother and sister are still around. They were staying in a hotel in Atlanta, so I offered them the use of my house so they could be closer. She comes by every day, even though she turns up her nose at everyone. Raven is still cautious with her, but she and Dani are growing closer with each day. She’s pretty much stayed in bed all week healing, only just wandering outside of my room today. It’s going to be a few weeks before she can use her arm, but everyone’s been taking care of her. She hasn’t had to lift a finger.
    Even the guys have been extra protective of her. She’s like the princess of the club or something. Don’t even get me started on Chopper. It’s like he’s planning World War III. I’ve been busting my ass trying to find this guy but if you hear Chopper tell it, I ain’t doing shit. We’ve already eliminated everyone on my list of suspects, so now we’re a little stuck. No one is more disappointed in me than I am in myself. I don’t need his shit, too.
    And that’s exactly what I’m getting now. He’s sitting at the opposite end of the table, staring at me like I’m the biggest mistake he’s ever made. All the brothers are staring at me, waiting for me to say something. The Mexicans put us in contact with the Colombians, who gave us some information on a guy called ‘The Pharmacist’.
    I turn to Tek. “Any luck?”
    “All I’ve found so far is that he’s on the DEA’s radar. Henry ‘The Pharmacist’ Briggs. Apparently, he’s some kind of genius chemist. His specialty is mixing different recreational drugs. Doesn’t say anything about this particular one, though.”
    “Maybe he’s expanding. Find him.”
    “I’m on it, Prez.”
    “What else are you doing?” Chopper growls, but I ignore him and address the rest of the table.
    “No one’s talking. Maybe we need to provide a little incentive. A million dollars to anyone who can lead me to this guy.”
    Laurelyn is already offering a reward through the cops, but I’m hoping people will be more willing to talk to me than them if I offer one, too.
    “A million?” Venom raises his brows.
    “You’re right, it’s not enough. Make it two.”
    “Boss,” he says. “We want this guy, too, but don’t you think that’s a little...excessive?”
    “No. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to find this fucker.”
    “Okay. We have some money tucked away. I’ll see –”
    “No,” I stop him. As the club’s treasurer, I see why he would be concerned. I wasn’t planning on using the MC’s money. “My woman, my money.”
    Everyone stares at me, but no one dares oppose me. Not unless they want to get run over on