Lover Cursed (Black Dagger Brotherhood Fanfic)

Prologue

Rhage stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked across the dimly lit room that he shared with his shellan –Mary and spotted her small frame curled up underneath the covers.

“Mary?”

When she didn’t reply, Rhage walked towards the edge of the bed and bounced on the mattress with his hands. Her eyes flipped open, her stare cold as she looked up at him.

“Please Mary?”

I don’t want to do this right now.” She replied and pulled the covers back over her head.

 “Fine.” He growled.

He stepped into the closet and pulled on a pair of black pants. He threw on a black short-sleeved t-shirt and pushed his feet into a pair of shitkickers.

Rhage sighed; he hated fighting with Mary of all people.

He opened the metal cabinet and took out an empty black leather chest holster and put it on across his shoulders, securing it under his pecs. He placed two long, black-bladed daggers, which he sheathed at his chest, handles down. A shiny handgun that he checked for bullets with fast, sure movements before anchoring it at his hip. Flashing martial-arts stars and matte-black ammunition clips that he tucked into the belt.

He took his black leather trench coat off a hanger and swung it on, patting the pockets. He pulled out another handgun from the weapons cabinet and assessed it quickly before burying it in the leather folds. He put a few more throwing stars in the coat’s pockets. Adding another dagger.

He stopped at the foot of the bed and called out, “I’ll be back before dawn,”

Rhage left without hesitation. He headed down the stairs, two steps at a time and made his way over towards ‘The Pit’ to see if V and the cop were ready to head out.

He banged his fist against the door. Music was blaring from the sweet sound system that V had recently hooked up.

“What’s doing, Hollywood?” Butch asked.

“Don’t ask.” Rhage replied, looking away.

He was in no mood to talk about his love life –that was between Mary and him …only. Rhage took a tootsie roll pop out of his pocket, ripped off the wrapper and put the thing in his mouth.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to-“

“Nah it’s cool.”

Rhage rolled the lollipop around in his mouth and glanced up as V appeared in front of them.

“Can we get out of here?” Rhage asked.

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V narrowed his eyes but kept his trap shut. He watched the muscles in Rhage’s face tighten and knew it was not the right moment to bring up anything to do with his brother’s shellan or the dream he had had.

No- that would have to wait for later, when Rhage had calmed down a bit. The shit was about to hit the fan and didn’t he know it. He hated being able to see their futures –his own included.

He opened the door of the escalade, followed by the other two. V popped the car into first, hit the gas and floored it towards one eye. He flicked the dial and instantly Eminem’s ‘Lose Yourself” was blasted out from the speakers.

V watched the brother from the corner of his eye –damn he really needed to talk with the brother and alone. Mary was the best damn thing that happened to the warrior. They needed to know but he hated butting in.

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 Rhage stepped out of the escalade and scanned the darkness around One Eye, hoping a couple of lesser would jump out at them. He was itching all over and knew that the beast inside him was dying for a fight just as much as he was.

As he shut the car door, his body was humming, his skin was prickling, his thick muscles twitching. The curse was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life. It was what he had bargained with to safe Mary’s life and the Scribe Virgin had done just that.

Fighting and sex with the latter not being an option thanks to the fight he had had with Mary. He headed across the parking lot with V and the cop in tow.

Butch headed inside the bar and Rhage was just about to follow him inside when V placed his gloved hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.

 “Hold up, my brother.”

 Rhage cursed softly before turning to face him. He caught Vishous’s eye.

 “What?”

 “I think you need to know something-“