Los Diablos: A Dragon Shifter MC Romance

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by Jadyn Chase


  I circled the building keeping my eagle eye trained on the walls. I focused all my will on it to compel it to give up its secrets. That house knew where Isabel was. It knew what happened to her. It saw the whole thing with its silent eyes.

  I sauntered around to the side gate. I peered over it into a backyard enclosed by a board fence. Nothing there. I flicked the gate hasp up and prowled onto the lawn. Shrubs and flowerbeds decorated the borders. A clothesline stretched from the house to the fence. A gentle breeze ruffled the foliage.

  I stopped in the center of the lawn and scanned the surroundings. Something didn’t sit right here. My nerves prickled. Then I caught it—the unmistakable smell of blood. I flared my nostrils to detect where it was coming from. It led me, one sure step at a time, to the garden shed.

  I halted. The scent overpowered me. I could never miss that. What would I find back there? Would I move the branches aside and find Isabel torn to ribbons or dismembered?

  I eased forward and put out a hand. I brushed the leaves and an almighty explosion went off in my face. A gargantuan form erupted from nowhere and launched into view. In a heartbeat, a towering white dragon burst from the shadows.

  He must have been hiding back there until the cops left, and he shifted in the blink of an eye. He rocketed straight up and flexed his wings across the sky. He lashed his tail at me, and the razor spikes slashed my chest, cutting through my vest and my shirt, scoring a long gash into my skin.

  The impact sent me hurtling backward. My shoulders hit the back porch and my weight shattered the steps to splinters. The dragon stalked onto the grass narrowing its eyes at me.

  I saw it coming, but the blow dazed me for a few seconds.

  He rumbled low in menacing hatred. He might have been drunk off his ass last night, but now he eyed me with cold, murderous determination. He knew exactly what he was doing and he measured every step down to the millimeter.

  I blinked up at him. Get up, Cisco. Get up and fight. I could tell myself that for the rest of eternity. It wouldn’t do any good. I couldn’t command my arms and legs to obey me. Gravity held me prisoner. He opened his mouth. La Muerta. Death.

  His throat glowed far down there beyond his teeth. The flames roiled and curled into view. From the depths of my soul, a forgotten voice called to me, No. Not like this. The bonds pinning me to the ground gave way and I rocketed upward so fast I didn’t even feel the change.

  I levitated into the air just as the sizzling jet of heat struck my sternum. It spread its snarling tongues all over my skin and changed them with no effort on my part. It sucked the scales to the surface and forged me into the dragon I needed to be to fight this colossal waste of flesh.

  The flames deflected off my scales. The heat transmuted me into a raging storm. No force under the sun could match that. I streaked at him screaming murder and destruction.

  He never finished spitting his fire at me before I smashed into him going a mile a minute. I barreled him backward and tumbled him across the lawn. I overpowered him in a second and pounced on top of him to rip him a new one.

  He screeched—why? Why should he be so surprised that I fought back? He must have known he would get some of this when he attacked me.

  I landed with all four feet on his chest. The minute I knocked him down, I dove for the jugular, but he could fight a lot better as a dragon than he could as a man. He dodged his head to one side and hit me coming at him. He smacked my head sideways so I missed my strike.

  He contorted under me and twisted out of my hold. I hopped onto the ground and rounded on him, but he lunged to his feet too fast. He was stronger than he seemed and very fast. This dragon showed none of the wear and tear of decades of alcohol abuse that the man did. I could beat a drunk to a senseless pulp. I wouldn’t fight a dragon so easy.

  He whipped around and attacked. In a fraction of a second, he wound his coils around me. He came within a hair’s breadth of immobilizing me. He took all my strength to match him. I slapped my tail at his sides, but he caught it and twined his own sinuous length around me so I couldn’t move.

  He jerked me onto my back. I saw his head darting in to bite and slash. I pulled out of the way just in time, but he was much faster than I anticipated. Before I could recover, he was able to grab my foreleg between his teeth.

  He couldn’t puncture my scales, but he wrenched his neck muscles to one side and I felt my shoulder pop. I screamed as much in rage as in agony, but I couldn’t move my leg. I dreaded the fight going back to standing up. If that happened, he would take me down in a second. I couldn’t allow this to go on. I had to put this fucker down and fast before he injured me again.

  The white dragon redoubled his efforts. He knew he had me on the ropes. He let go of my leg and made another vicious plunge for my chest. I watched from a distance while his pointed snout shot toward the soft skin under my shoulder—the other shoulder. He was trying to immobilize me.

  I used one of the only tools left in my arsenal. I spread my wings and hit him in the neck. That gave me enough of an opening. The move veered his fangs to one side just long enough for me to wriggle out from under him.

  I couldn’t put my weight on my foreleg, but that didn’t matter. He had the strength and the speed, but I already knew I had the brains. Any vato that beats a woman had to be stupid as well as evil.

  I held my injured leg close to my chest and swiveled to confront him. I wouldn’t need that leg again. He grinned showing all his hideous teeth. He thought he had this fight in the bag, but he was about to find out otherwise.

  He snaked out his neck with a few exploratory strikes just to put me on the defensive. I pretended to dance out of reach and backed toward the house. Just a little closer, dipshit. Come on. Come and get your dessert the way you know you want to.

  My back end hit the building. I couldn’t go any further and my enemy moved in for the kill. He chuckled in his throat and sulfur plumed from his nostrils. He stomped closer to finish me off.

  I couldn’t move. He curled back his neck and opened his mouth. His head whistled through the air coming at me in all its fearsome power.

  At the last second, I darted to one side. Quick as lightning, I snapped my mouth on the back of his neck. All his speed and muscle went into rocketing at me with everything he had. Now I harnessed that energy and helped him on his way. I guided his head in a stunning blow against the house.

  I slammed him into the corner post with all my might. His neck went limp in my jaws and I took the opportunity to give him a few more devastating blows while I was at it.

  All at once, he reared back roaring to the heavens. He spread his wings and bowled me over backward pulling himself out of my grasp. He rose on his hind legs for a moment. He wobbled and crashed onto his back. He got all tangled up in his own wings before he managed to unwind himself from the mayhem.

  I stood off a few paces and waited for him to reengage. He twisted onto his feet but, to my surprise, he spread his wings once more and launched into the sky. He flew away over the houses and vanished.

  The minute he disappeared, all the fight drained out of me. I collapsed into a pathetic man and crumpled onto my hands and knees. Fuck, my shoulder hurt! I whimpered to myself. I never would have let myself do that if I hadn’t been alone.

  I hung my head trying to hold myself together. I couldn’t pass out here. If that idiot took it into his head to come back, he couldn’t find me here in this state or I was a dead duck. Get up, Cisco. Get up.

  I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t even open my eyes. It took all my concentration just to stay alert. The cool sweet smell of grass drifted into my nose. I was on the lawn. I had three good limbs left, but I was probably losing blood from that gash on my chest.

  I had to get out of here one way or the other. I had to get help. If I could only get home, I could call Los Diablos and they would do the rest. I dared not call them from here.

  People were bound to have seen Diego and me fighting. Hundreds or maybe thousands would hav
e seen him fly away. I had to leave now to avoid getting the club in trouble with the law. The authorities overlooked us fighting in gangland. If they caught us scrapping in an urban neighborhood far from the barrio, they would rain fire and brimstone on our heads and we would never forget it.

  Move, Cisco. Move, boy. Move now.

  I willed myself to crawl forward. I squinted through slit eyes crawling one excruciating inch at a time through the gate to the sidewalk. I clawed my way onto the bike and turned the ignition.

  I drove to my house blinking hard to make my eyes focus on the road. Just a few more miles. Just a few more blocks.

  I parked in the garage too dizzy to see straight. I stumbled getting off the bike and hit the floor. I wavered there for five minutes more until I summoned the will to get to the door.

  I supported myself against the doorjamb and lurched into the house. I would crash on the couch and call The Boss. That’s all I had to do.

  I steered for the living room and wound up staggering into my room instead. I pulled to a halt when I spotted Isabel crouched in a ball next to the closet. She raised her bruised face to gape at me in shock.

  I couldn’t say anything. A cool breath of air came through the bathroom door from the open window. She must have searched the house until she found a way in. Now she was here, scared but alive.

  A wave of relief hit me—or was that oblivion hauling me down into the depths of the ocean? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t think anymore. I closed my eyes and the world went dark.

  7

  Isabel

  I hummed to myself making coffee and eggs. I didn’t remember being this happy in a long time, but I couldn’t explain why. I made breakfast for Diego a thousand times, but I never felt this way about doing it.

  I cleaned the kitchen as I worked. Cisco did a pretty good job at it, but how well can a man clean the kitchen living by himself? I wiped out the fridge, too. That looked like it hadn’t been done in a few years.

  I scrubbed under the burner elements on the stove and scoured out the sink. When the coffee pot switched off, I put three pieces of bacon and four eggs on a plate along with two slices of buttered toast.

  Maybe slaving for Diego all this time finally paid off. I took in every detail of Cisco’s breakfast the last time I stayed here. Now I remembered and made it the way he liked it. I even added milk and two sugars to his coffee.

  I carried them to the bedroom, but I almost dropped everything on the carpet when I saw he had his eyes open. I screamed before I checked myself.

  He heaved himself up onto the pillow. “What are you….Aaargh! That hurts!”

  I hurried to the bedside table and settled the breakfast there where it wouldn’t fall. “Take it easy. Don’t try to move too fast. You’ll tear out your stitches.”

  His head shot up and his eyes popped. “Stitches?” He glanced down at himself.

  A wide swath of gauze and tape covered his bare chest and a triangle bandage supported his arm in a sling. The bedspread fell away from just enough of his midsection to reveal his bare hips.

  A light spread over his face, followed by a cloud. “Did you….?”

  Yeah, so I took his clothes off. I couldn’t exactly put him in bed with his blood-soaked jeans on, could I? So sue me.

  I waved my hands in confusion. “I…. I stitched you up. You were bleeding pretty bad and I put your shoulder back into joint. Sorry. I hope you don’t mind.”

  He peered up at me with his mouth open. “Where did you learn to do all that?”

  “My dad was a medic in the army. He was also something of a doomer, you know. He always thought the world was coming to an end. He said me and my sister had to know how to do all that stuff just in case the shit hit the fan. Anyway, it wasn’t that hard. Your shoulder should be all right in a few days. It will hurt for a while, but you should be able to use it no problem. Just don’t do anything too strenuous or you could dislocate it again.”

  He leaned back on the pillow and pulled the bedspread up to his ribs. He sighed and looked away. “Thanks.”

  I shifted from one foot to the other. I didn’t want to look at him. He looked too good lying there with no shirt on. I won’t lie and say I didn’t take my chance to admire him last night while I had him undressed and senseless.

  I couldn’t do that, now that he was awake. “Anyway, I made you breakfast. I hope you like it. I watched you the other day and I saw how you like your coffee. I made some tortillas, too. I hope you don’t mind. It’s just that I noticed you don’t have any in your fridge. A fridge doesn’t seem like a fridge without tortillas in it, you know what I mean? Old habits die hard.”

  Christ, I was babbling like a brainless little girl. I didn’t know what to say or what to do with myself. I rubbed my hands and searched the room for nothing.

  He surprised me out of my wits by speaking. For some reason, I let myself forget that he could do that. “Thanks. I know what you mean. I haven’t had good homemade tortillas in my fridge for a long time. I don’t know how to make them, so I’m stuck with store-bought.”

  I whipped around to stare at him. “Really?”

  “Where did you learn to make tortillas? Did your mother teach you?”

  I blushed to the roots of my hair. “No! My mother did not cook—not ever. She wouldn’t risk her nails for that.” I held my hands in a dainty, limp way to mimic getting my nails done. Then I laughed. Don’t ask me why. I was nervous enough to be sick in my shoes.

  He made me want to laugh. Something about him made everything into a big joke, even life-threatening situations like yesterday. None of it seemed to matter when he was around.

  He grinned and that face lit up the room again. “So where did you learn? Did you learn in La Muerta?”

  “Yeah.” I couldn’t stop smiling at him. “Diego insisted on having fresh homemade tortillas on hand at all times and I didn’t know how to make them. He used to get irate about it. You know what I mean. Amelia, El Jefe’s daughter, took pity on me and taught me how. After that, Diego had to find other things to get irate about.”

  He chuckled and turned to the bedside table. “I really appreciate you doing it. It means a lot to me and I’m sure they’ll taste wonderful. Thank you for the breakfast, too, by the way. You didn’t have to.”

  “Yes, I did. You made me breakfast last time, so it was the least I could do.”

  He picked up his mug and took a sip. Then he hummed under his breath. “Perfect!”

  I laughed again. He made it so easy and natural to laugh at everything. He groaned leaning back. “You should be careful. You have some pretty bad bruises on your back.”

  He chortled into his drink. “You should see the other guy.”

  “Who was he?” I asked.

  “Diego. Who else?”

  I froze and gaped at him. “What?”

  “He was hiding in the bushes behind Teresa’s house. After I got your call, I went over there and found her shot in the chest.”

  My breath stopped in my throat. “Is she….?”

  “She’s fine. She’s in the hospital, but she’s going to be fine. I’m certain of it. She was breathing fine when I called the ambulance, and by the time paramedics took her away, they already started to relax like they do when someone isn’t in any danger.”

  I closed my eyes. I tried to say, thank you, but no sound came out. A lump constricted my voice box.

  “I didn’t see you anywhere around, so I went looking for you,” he went on. “That piece of shit jumped me in the backyard.”

  Without thinking, I sank down on the bed next to him. “I had no idea! I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt.” I couldn’t stop staring at the bandage on his chest. He got hurt fighting Diego. He went to the house to answer my call. No one ever did that for me before.

  “Forget it. It’s over. I didn’t really hurt him—not like he hurt me—but I chased him off, anyway. I’m sure that will only make him mad enough to strike again, though, so we better be on the look
out for him.”

  I dared to peek up at his face. “We?”

  He shrugged. “You know what I mean.”

  I did know what he meant, and it wasn’t we. One way or the other, I couldn’t stay here. Los Diablos would have to give me back to La Muerta eventually. Damn. I still hadn’t called Mario. He had no idea I wanted to leave.

  He might say no. He might refuse to release me. He might insist I go back to Diego. What would I do then?

  Francisco moved in bed again. He tilted to one side and picked up two pieces of bacon in his beefy hand, and his leg touched me through the bedspread. All at once, I realized I was sitting on his bed. He was stark naked under that bedspread just a few inches away.

  His eyes darted to my face while he munched his bacon and I beheld a veil of suspicion and reserve there that I’d never seen before. For the first time since he found me kneeling in the street, he didn’t return my gaze with that frank, accepting countenance that made me admire him so much.

  He held himself at a distance. He guarded himself against me. That could only mean he felt it, too. He felt the same electric charge of significance when he touched me.

  I jumped to my feet. “Well, you probably want your room to yourself. I’ll leave you alone…”

  I raced away without finishing. I hurried back to the kitchen and got busy sweeping and mopping the floor. I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I ought to leave Francisco alone. He’d done enough to help me already. I didn’t need to overcomplicate his life by sticking around.

  I didn’t want to leave, though. I wished I could be half as useful to him as I was to Diego all this time. I worked my ass off for Diego, but Francisco really deserved it.

  I sloshed the wet mop into the bucket and compressed the wringer when a dark shadow appeared to one side. For a fleeting instant, I flashed back to Diego’s apartment. I jumped three feet in the air and leaped away before I saw it was Francisco.

 

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