Claimed and Corrupted: Bound to the MC

Chapter 3 - Raven

"You could have warned me that he was in a gang before we got here," I hiss at Thomas as we get into his car.

"I did tell you, and it's a motorcycle club not a gang."

"As we're walking in to interview is not warning me, and you know it."

"We learn best by figuring things out for ourselves, you should have looked into him, you're smart enough to realize that."

"I know," I sigh. "I guess I was just still stuck in corporate mode, but I have my head on straight now. I'll file the motion as soon as we get back to the office."

"It's going to be late by the time we get back."

"Yeah well I have a lot of catching up to do."

"Alright I'll drop you at the office, and then I'm going home."

"Thanks." Thomas drops me off and I head right upstairs. Ivy has already left, but I see a light on across the floor so Ameilia must still be here. I call my favorite Chinese place and order take out then I sit down and get to work. It doesn't take me that long to find out a lot of not so great stuff about the Satan's Demon Motorcycle Club. They are apparently a one percenter group, meaning they were engaged in a lot of criminal activities. From what I found out, it looks like they deal in drugs, loan sharking, and then some legitimate businesses like strip clubs. That's just what I've been able to gather from looking them up online though. Based on what I've found out already, I'm sure there are more things they do behind the scenes. I am surprised though that Collins doesn't have more of a record. Apparently he is the President of this club, but he only has a few arrests and even less charges, interesting.

"Hey Raven, thank God you're still here."

"Jesus Ameilia, you scared the s.hit out of me," I gasp, as she barges in my office.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I was working late and Thomas' phone kept ringing so I finally answered it. It's the new client Collins, the case you just joined. Well not him, it's his brother or something, I don't know he was kind of rude and insisted on speaking to an actual lawyer." I roll my eyes, I'm assuming it's that Luke guy that was with him.

"It's okay, I'll take it, and screw him. This firm, and every other one in the country, would ground to a halt without our paralegals." She smiles, and looks relieved before she goes to walk out, "and Ameilia, you should leave after you send me that call. It's late." She gives me a grateful smile and a nod. As soon as I see my phone light up with the call I answer.

"Jesus Christ," I hear Luke's voice on the other line, "I've been calling you people for the last fifteen minutes."

"Why didn't you call Thomas' cell phone? I'm sure he would have given you that number."

"I don't have that number, I have this one. And it's an emergency so we can talk about why I don't have a direct line to Collins' lawyer later."

"What exactly is the nature of this emergency?" I ask, trying to contain my sigh. We saw them not that long ago, granted it's a bit of a drive to the prison, but still.

"Just found out some guys are being transferred to the prison that don't like my brother. In fact, they downright hate him."

"Okay," I say slowly, a little confused about where he's going with this.

"Look you're a smart chick yeah? And you know exactly who we are, or at least your lawyer buddy does. When I say they hate Collins I mean literally despise him. And given the chance, which there will be plenty of in there, they will hurt him or worse."

"Why isn't he calling us with this information?"

"I'm not sure he's aware they are being transferred there yet. I don't have the ability to reach him at all hours of the day." I snort, they clearly had the connections to sneak him into an interview room. Getting Collins a phone, or something else he could use to contact him whenever needed seems like child's play compared to that. "I'm serious," he growls, and it sends shivers down my spine. "Yeah we have some connections there, but not with every person in that prison, and we aren't the only one with connections. You get what I'm saying or do I have to spell it out for you? His life will be in danger when that transfer goes through and I don't know if I'll be able to warn him in time."

"Okay," I tell him calmly checking the time, seven o'clock, not too late at all. "Typically, the prisoner himself would have to request protective custody but since he is unaware of this threat, I will contact the prison as soon as I get off the phone with you and ask to have him moved. I have the motion for his release ready to file, I'll get it in front of a judge first thing in the morning and try to get him out of there before these other men are transferred in. In the meantime, he should be safe in protective custody."

"You're sure this will work? I don't want him hurt."

"Well, they could deny protective custody if they don't think there's a credible threat. But I will convince them there is, and hopefully he won't ever even be in the same prison as these other men."

"Alright, it better work out because if they move him there's no way I'll be able to get him a message until shift change tomorrow afternoon. He'll be a sitting duck."

"I'll handle it don't worry."

"Well now that that's taken care of, what are you doing for dinner?"

"Excuse me?" I ask, caught off guard by his change in topics.

"You haven't had a hard time hearing me tonight, so I'm guessing you're not asking me to repeat myself."

"No I have not. And what I am or am not doing for dinner is none of your business. Now I'm going to hang up so I can do my job and keep your brother safe." I hang up without waiting for him to respond and look for the number to the prison. I'm looking for it for about ten minutes before I realize it's sitting right in front of me. This guy has my head all out of sorts and I don't like it one bit. This guy is too hot for his own good, all those muscles, and that incredible hair, with the palest blue eyes I think I have ever seen. S.hit, I shake my head again grabbing my phone and dialing the number. I refuse to lose my mind over this dog, just because he's good-looking. Been there done that, and it's not something I'll ever do to myself again.