Maui
Everyone thought Casey would be excited to celebrate her birthday. The young woman I’d been watching didn’t look like today was the least bit special. She’d been through hell. If anyone had a right to not feel like celebrating, it was her. She’d shown up at the clubhouse, seventeen and pregnant, and I knew it had been a big blow for her dad. The Pres had never mentioned having a woman, or a kid. I wondered how long it had festered inside him, hiding all the pain of losing his family.
During the time I’d spent with Casey since she arrived, I’d learned quite a bit about her. Like the fact she’d never really celebrated her birthday, wouldn’t divulge the name of the guy who’d knocked her up, and she planned to live her life for her daughter. She’d taken on a lot of responsibility, and I’d done my best to help her shoulder some of it.
Which was why I found myself on her porch, with Rebel. Atilla and Solena had sent us over with a note. Basically, we were to let her pick who she wanted to spend the day with, then give her a memorable birthday. Just not memorable enough to have Atilla threaten our lives. He’d already made sure we knew what would happen if we touched his precious daughter.
“You going to knock?” Rebel asked.
“You do it.” I was an asshole. Why did I make him knock? Because if we woke up Casey, I didn’t want to be the one at fault.
She opened the door and looked like she might drop at any second.
“Hey, guys. Did Dad send you over to get me?”
Rebel flashed her his signature grin, guaranteed to drop panties, and I fought the urge to throat punch him. Instead, I shoved my hands in my pockets and let him dig his own grave. She didn’t look ready to handle his bullshit today.
“You have a choice,” Rebel said. “The note explains it.”
He handed her the envelope. I knew what was inside. A birthday card from her dad and Solena, along with a message from each. I’d read it as they’d written it earlier. Atilla had kept things somewhat simple. You have a choice to make. I asked Rebel to take you to dinner, dancing, and make sure you had the best birthday ever.
Then there was Solena’s message, which was why I hadn’t dressed up too much before coming over. Unlike Rebel, who’d styled his hair, doused himself in cologne, and gone all out. Solena was on my side, and her message proved it. Maui is there to give you whatever you really need for your birthday. I doubt it’s a night out on the town like your dad thinks. But you should know both were threatened with death and dismemberment if they laid a hand on you.
Casey snickered after reading the card. Good. She needed to laugh more.
“So, which of us will you be spending the night with?” Rebel asked, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. She shook her head at his antics. If he wasn’t such a nice guy, I’d have been tempted to kick his ass right off the porch.
“I hate to disappoint you both, but…”
“You aren’t up for going out,” I said. That meant I had a better shot at spending time with her than Rebel. “When did you last sleep?”
“I sleep every night,” she muttered.
“You know what I mean,” I said. “Don’t be a smartass.”
She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. “Becca had a fever, and she’s still having reflux. I still have to be careful if I don’t want her to throw up her food.”
“She’s eight months now, isn’t she?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m starting to get her mashed up banana, yogurt, and other things like that. Those do better with her than the pureed baby food. Do the two of you want to come in?” Casey asked.
Rebel shook his head. Smart man. “I think I’ll head out. I hope you’ve had a happy birthday, Casey. I’ll take you out for lunch sometime soon.”
Sure he would. Over my dead body. As much as I didn’t want to be one of those asshole cavemen, when it came to Casey, all bets were off. I didn’t like how close she’d gotten with Rebel. At the same time, I knew she needed the support of everyone around her. It felt like I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
He waved as he stepped off the porch and wandered off into the night. I studied Casey, wondering if she was still okay with me going inside. She’d never turned me away, but typically I came over to help with Becca. Tonight, it would only be the two of us. Lately, it felt like something was building between me and Casey, but I didn’t know if it was wishful thinking on my part. Casey could have any man she wanted.
For a lot of people, the age gap between us would be too much. As far as I was concerned, it was just a number. Who the hell cared? As long as it didn’t bother Casey, then I was fine with it. Her dad might take a little convincing, although he tried not to be too overbearing after not being part of her life for so long. As he often said, she’d grown up just fine without his input.
“You coming in?” she asked, taking a step back.
“Where’s Becca?” I scanned the room as I entered her tiny home. Solena had mentioned babysitting. Had they already picked her up? I’d assumed it was only Casey at home right now, but it might not be the case. If Becca was here, I wasn’t about to send her away.
“She’s sleeping at Dad’s tonight. Now I know why he took her.” She patted my arm. “I really appreciate you wanting to take me out for my birthday. I’m sorry I’m not up for it.”
“It’s your day, Casey. Which means we do whatever you want. Looks to me like you need some help around here more than you need dinner and a movie. Although, there’s no reason we can’t still do that right here.” I rolled up my shirt sleeves. She could relax while I cleaned, cooked, and prepared a special night for her.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.
“Go take a hot bath or a nap. Your choice. I’ll pick up around here and get dinner going. Any requests?” I asked.
“No. Anything is fine.” She paused before going into her room. “Solena brought over a cake this morning. We can have some for dessert. It has fruit filling and whipped frosting.”
“Already had some?” I smiled, picturing her digging into the cake. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded. So damn cute. “Go relax. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
I picked up what little trash I found in the main living areas, emptied her kitchen garbage can, loaded the dishwasher, and dug through the cabinets to figure out what I’d cook. I’d just preheated the oven when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I’d turned the ringer off, not wanting anyone to disturb my time with Casey.
Wire’s name flashed across the screen, and I knew I needed to take the call.
“Find something?” I asked. It had been months, and so far, neither he nor Lavender had dug up anything. Except they said the guy’s record was too clean, as in it had been doctored by someone.
“Maybe. We know who his closest friends were back then. They aren’t quite as clean as Casey’s ex. One is currently doing time for rape. Another left the country, and the third is still in the same town as Casey’s ex. They have a beer together at least once a week.”
“That’s all?” I asked.
“Lavender has an idea who cleaned the kid’s records. If she can get in touch with the hacker responsible, and feel him out, we might be able to put a few pieces of the puzzle together. Just don’t hold your breath.”
I whistled. “Man, you mean to tell me there’s something the two of you can’t do? I’m in shock right now.”
“Shut it, fucker. We aren’t getting any younger, and some of the fresh blood out there is nearly as good as we were at their age. Give them time, and a few might surpass us.”
“Keep me posted. It’s her eighteenth birthday today, so I’m at her place making dinner. If I don’t answer, I’ll call back when I can.”
“Understood.”
I ended the call and put my phone away before working on dinner again. I’d found bell pepper and onion in the fridge, as well as hamburger meat and shredded cheese. While Casey didn’t seem to have any taco shells, I’d found some taco bowls. I baked them in the oven while I browned the meat and veggies, seasoning it enough to add some flavor without making it too strong for Casey. Cilantro lime rice was the next thing to start. Dinner might not be fancy, but I knew it was something she liked, since I’d made it for her before. Unless she’d lied to spare my feelings. Too late to worry about it now.
Once everything was done, I set the table and called out to her.
“Casey, dinner is done.”
“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said.
I hadn’t realized she’d come out of her room and gone into the bathroom until I heard the water sloshing before the sound of the tub draining. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself. The thought of her standing just one room away, and naked, had my cock’s full attention. Last thing I needed was to sport wood when she came out of there. She might very well run screaming from the house.
Since I’d never cared much for sweet tea, Casey always kept some soda stocked. She’d offered to keep beer in the fridge for the times I dropped by, but I wasn’t a big drinker. Not to mention I didn’t want to drink around Becca. My brother had driven his car off the side of a winding highway, down an embankment, and into the ocean. He’d been drunk off his ass and the accident had kept me from alcohol for a long time. I had the occasional drink with my club brothers, but it didn’t happen often.
I set out a soda for me and a glass of tea for Casey. She came to the table wearing an off-the-shoulder top and leggings. Barefoot. The woman was driving me crazy, and she wasn’t even trying.
“Hope this is okay,” I said, motioning to the dinner I’d prepared.
“It’s great.” She smiled. “You know how much I enjoy your cooking. Although, I’d love it if you’d make something Hawaiian sometime. I want to try it.”
“My mom sent me a few recipes recently. Maybe I’ll pull them out and make a few dishes one day soon. We can have a picnic lunch with Becca.”
Casey shifted in her seat. “Or we could eat here? Or at your place, although you might not want Becca there. She makes a mess.”
“You really think I’m going to be upset if she spills something or throws up on the floor?” I asked. “Although I don’t want her doing that last one. Not because I’m worried about my floors, but I don’t like it when little Becca is sick.”
“Same here.” She took a bite of her food and hummed her appreciation. “This is so good. I can’t tell you how much I love the fact I didn’t have to cook tonight.”
I stopped by at least twice a week. Should I have been coming to visit more often? Even when I was here, she seldom asked me to cook. Hell, most times I just did it because she looked too tired to handle it. She worked at the café and took care of Becca. I knew her dad kept an eye on her, and Solena helped when she could, but who took care of Casey and gave her some time to herself? No one. Well, unless you counted the times I could stop by.
I’d planned to take things slow with her, give her time to adjust to the thought of us dating. Maybe I needed to take a page out of Lynx’s book and just tell her she was mine. Would she balk? Could she handle being with a man like me? I knew nothing about her ex-boyfriend. She hadn’t even told us his name. Although Wire clearly knew it.
“You’ve been here a year now,” I said. “Not once have you gone out on a date. Any reason why?”
“The right person never asked. Besides, I’ve been a bit busy.”
“And if someone asked now?” I set my fork down and focused on Casey.
“Are you? Asking?” Her lips tilted up in a slight smile. “Were you waiting all this time for me to turn eighteen?”
I pushed my chair back and kneeled down beside her. Right now, she looked young and vulnerable. At the same time, there was a light in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. Did the idea of me waiting for her make Casey happy?
“What if I said I wanted you and Becca to be mine? My woman. My daughter. Can you handle that?” She reached out and brushed her fingers over my cheek. I’d shaved a few days ago, but already had new whiskers growing in. I picked up her hand and kissed it, not wanting her to get whisker burn. “I didn’t want to push you or make a move too soon. You’re still young and have your entire life ahead of you. If you need to take things slow, then tell me.”
A tear slipped down her cheek and she hastily wiped it away, then refused to meet my gaze. What the hell just happened? Had I fucked up? I stood and moved away, wondering if I should leave and give her space.
“Talk to me, Casey. Tell me what you need from me.”
“I can’t be yours, Maui.” She sniffled. “I want to. More than you’ll ever know, but it wouldn’t be right.”
What the fuck was she saying? If she wanted this, and I did, what else mattered? Did she think her dad would have a big problem with it? If he did, I’d talk to him. The man couldn’t exactly say I was too old for her. There were fewer years between me and Casey than there was between Atilla and Solena.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“I haven’t been honest with everyone. I know how all of you feel about the women at the clubhouse. Would you still want me if I’m just as dirty as they are?”
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. There was no way she’d been anything like those women. If she felt like she wasn’t good enough for me, then I had a feeling my fears were right. Her ex had done something horrible to her. That asshole needed to be buried.
“I want their names,” I said.
“What?” She looked up at me again. “Names?”
“The boys who hurt you, who made you feel dirty. I want to know who did that to you, and then I’m going to make them pay.”
“Why would you think…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence. She pressed her hand to her mouth to hold back her sobs. Going to her, I took her in my arms and held her. It didn’t matter if Wire found anything. I didn’t need his confirmation. Not anymore.
“Let it all out, baby. You don’t have to hold it in.” I kissed the top of her head. “You’re so fucking strong, Casey. How the hell have you been holding onto that all this time?”
“If I were strong, it wouldn’t have happened,” she mumbled.
“Not true. There are different kinds of strength. If you couldn’t fight them off, it doesn’t make you weak. What it does, however, is make them dead. I meant it, Casey. I want their names. Every last fucking one of them.”
“Does it really matter? It’s in the past.”
I held her another moment before taking a step back and making sure I had her attention. In the past? Like hell. She lived with this shit every day. It haunted her dreams. How could she even think of giving them a free pass? Besides, if they’d hurt her, how many others had suffered at their hands?
“Casey, I know you have nightmares about what happened. I’ve heard your screams. This is still very much a part of your present, whether or not you want to admit it. Did you stop to think they may have hurt other people?” I took a breath and came clean. “I knew something happened, even if I didn’t have the details. My gut said some boys or men had hurt you. I asked Wire to look into things.”
She paled and backed up, shaking her head. Why was she so scared? Who the hell were those pricks? It didn’t matter. They could be the sons of the fucking president of the country, and I’d still go after them.
“He pulled the name of your ex off the forms he signed, the ones Su and Mark gave him regarding Becca being adopted. Then I asked him to look at the fucker a bit deeper, and his friends. Did you know one of them is doing time for rape?” She flinched and wouldn’t hold my gaze. “You aren’t the only victim, Casey.”
I watched and waited. I knew Casey. There was no way she’d keep quiet if she thought other women were being hurt by those assholes. She’d speak up. Like I’d told her, she was stronger than she realized. It took courage to face this head-on, but she could do it. I’d hold her hand and walk with her every step of the way.
Once I knew for certain which ones hurt her, I’d go after them… and I’d make sure they suffered.