“Don’t call me that,” I snap. “I’m not your son, not really. Never really was.”
“My blood runs through your veins. I am your father and you are my hijo, like it or not.”
Shaking my head, I decide to change the subject. In all reality, I couldn't care less that he’s alive. I just want my wife back. I just want Della.
“Where’s my wife?”
He looks over my shoulder to the man at my back, then shifts his gaze back to me. I don’t bother looking behind me. I don’t need to.
Mountain is in the distance, his gun and attention focused on anyone and everyone, including my father’s henchman, who would try to take me out like a coward from behind.
“I guess I didn’t teach you how to be a man, no?” Arching a brow, I refuse to respond to him. He’s not fucking worth it, never was. “Never marry a whore. Never reproduce with a whore. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Something inside of me snaps, taking a step toward him, I growl. “Watch your mouth old man.”
He only laughs in my face at my anger. I shouldn’t have shown him my hand. Shouldn’t have shown him that I care for Della, that I give a fuck what people say and think about her.
But I do.
I don’t want anyone to think of her as a whore anymore, she’s mine. My wife. My whore if I want her to be, if she wants to be. She’s so much more than a woman who spreads her legs for me, she’s become my everything—my future. My fucking heart and happiness rolled into one.
“It’s true. I thought it might be,” he says, shaking his head.
“What is?” I spit.
“You care for her. The marriage is real.”
I don’t respond. The marriage is real. It’s something I swore that I would never do. Something that seemed completely unfathomable, that is, until Della.
“You aren’t telling me why you faked your death or why you’re back. If you’re just going to talk shit about the life I’ve chosen, you can hand over my wife and get the fuck on. I’m forty-two years old, no need for a papa in my life at this point.”
Something flashes in my father’s eyes, but I can’t read his expression, not that I ever could. He watches me for another moment, then shakes his head as if he can’t figure out what to do with me.
“I’m saving you from her. Also, your club could be beneficial for me and I’d like to strike up a deal between them and us. Now that my boss is gone, and the man below him, the way they attempted to make an alliance through Kade proved to be the failure that I told him it would be, I’m ready to go straight to the source for a good and fair trade deal.”
I’m unable to hold back my snort at the word fair falling from my father’s lips. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my head to the side and watch him.
He doesn’t know that we have men in TJ talking to men there and coming to terms on a deal, one that wouldn’t include the Columbians.
Honestly, I’m willing to humor him until I have my woman back. After that, I hope to be the one to put a bullet between his eyes and rid the world of him for real this time.
He grins, thinking that he’s got some kind of upper hand and maybe he does when it comes to Della, but not when it comes to the Savage Beasts.
“You kidnapped my Old Lady because you want a meet with my president?” I ask.
He shrugs a shoulder. “Amongst other things. I won’t be giving her back to you though, so you may as well accept the fact that she no longer exists. I’m saving you from a world of hurt. Get a good woman like your mama.”
“Why? So I can lie to her, fuck around, do whatever I want while she waits at home and pines over me? While she cries at night and wonders why she isn’t good enough for your attentions? So she can work herself ragged to keep a perfect house, make perfect meals, and be the perfect woman for just a crumb of my affection? So that I can backhand her to keep her in line, to keep her down? Doesn’t sound like fun to me.”
My father shakes his head as if he’s supremely disappointed in me. He can be, I don’t give a fuck. I don’t live my life to make him happy, to gain his approval. Hell, the past twenty-five years that I thought he was dead have been bliss.
“You’re missing the point. You’re thinking with your heart and not your head. With your cock and not your brain. Who cares how any of them feels? You want a good pure pussy to birth your offspring. You want to have filthy fucking with whores. It’s pretty goddamn simple hijo,” he growls.
Lifting my hand, I run my palm over my head. “This conversation is going nowhere, because I don’t think like you and I don’t live my life the way that you do. Damaged, clean, pure, bad, filthy. I’ll take it all, Papa.
“I’m not an innocent and I don’t want one in my bed. I want a woman that I can build a life with. A real one, not one that I visit from time-to-time. Now, my president will meet you at the diner in Eagar in an hour. He’ll discuss the terms. You will have my wife with you or I’ll come and find you and kill you myself.”
Without giving him a chance to respond, I turn my back on him and walk toward my bike. I could give a fuck what he has to say. I always thought that he loved my mother, but now, I realize that he didn’t give a fuck about her, or me, not really.
I was his namesake, the one who would carry on his name. My mother was just a vessel. He can fuck himself if he thinks that I give a single fuck about what he thinks of me, my life, or my marriage.
He will return my woman to me and then he will die, it’s as simple as that.
This ends tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Three
DELLA
My meager fruit and veggies have been gone for what feels like hours, along with my water. Every minute of time that passes in this empty room feels like hours.
I have zero concept of time here. Maybe I’ve been here for an hour, maybe I’ve been here for twenty-four hours. I can’t gauge anything.
Laying down on my side, curling into a ball, I pray that the hard floor doesn’t have the amount of blood staining it, that the mattress has lingering behind. Tucking my hands beneath my cheek, I close my eyes and try to rest for a little bit.
I’m not sure what’s about to come, but I need to save what little strength that I can to be ready for it. Whatever is about to happen, I hope that it’s soon so that I don’t have to pee, or do anything else in that damn bucket that is taunting me in the corner of the room.
The door flies open, hitting the wall behind it and I sit straight up, my heart racing inside of my chest as I look across the room.
The man standing in the doorway, he isn’t the same guard who left here not long ago. No. The man standing in front of me is the fucking Devil himself.
Eagle’s father is full of unbridled fury and I find myself shrinking as far back as humanly possible, because it seems the Devil has been unleashed. He takes a menacing step toward me, his eyes narrowing as his chin dips and he looks down at me.
“Up,” he demands.
His voice is so harsh, so hard, that I immediately scramble to my feet. I’m afraid to look him in the eyes, something tells me that he doesn’t care for anyone he thinks is beneath him to make eye contact without his permission.
This isn’t the same man who stood in front of the hospital and demanded that I come with him, this is a monster standing in front of me. I hold my breath when I feel his deceivingly gentle grip in the back of my hair.
Just when I begin to relax, he jerks my head back, causing my neck to move at an unnatural speed while holding it at an equally unnatural angle. He shifts his body so that his face is inches from mine, looming over me.
I watch as a sinister smile appears on his lips. “Curious as to why my son is so determined to have you back. What is so fucking special about your coño? That thing laced with fucking gold?”
Clenching my jaw, I refuse to answer him. He watches me for another moment, then his gaze shifts from my eyes to my mouth. “Or maybe it’s not your cunt at all. Maybe it’s your mouth?”
Wit
hout skipping a beat, he pulls me down by my hair and forces me to my knees. Tears prick behind my eyes, but I blink them away.
I refuse to show weakness in front of this man. He would enjoy it too much and there is no fucking way I’m going to give him a single ounce of satisfaction.
“Suck me and if there’s a hint of teeth, I will kill you without hesitation,” he grinds out.
Shakily, I reach for his belt buckle and begin to undo his pants. I swallow the tears that continually threaten to fall. I will not show weakness. I. Will. Not. Eagle was right when he described his father as evil.
Once his pants are undone and pushed down to his ankles, I gulp as I stare at his hard and bobbing dick that’s in front of my face.
I’m kind of glad that Eagle’s body is nowhere near his father’s. I won the Ramos lottery it seems, because instead of long and thick, his father’s dick is short and fat.
I try not to react at the offending appendage in front of my face. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, he pulls my face forward by my hair. I don’t have much of a choice, so I open my mouth.
“Maybe, I fuck your mouth, your coño, and your ass then my son won’t want anything to do with you anymore. He has to understand that this is business, and stupid putas don’t matter. Business always comes before coño.”
I can do nothing but keep my mouth open as he guides me by his grip in my hair, along his short, fat, stubby dick. He smells and tastes foul, my lack of gag reflex is working wonders because my heightened sense of smell is making all of this so damn difficult to keep down the fruit, veggies, and water I consumed earlier.
“We’ll see how he feels about you after you smell of my cum and your body has been broken in properly,” he grunts.
Curling my hands into fists, I dig my nails in my palms, needing that bite of pain to keep me grounded in this extreme moment of emotion. I try to tell myself that this is just another club member, that this is just another man.
But everything feels so wrong, not just because this is Eagle’s father, but because this isn’t Eagle. One night with the man has ruined me.
Right now, all I want is Santiago. I want his touch, his eyes on me, his gentle caress and his hard thrusts. I want the way he sees deep inside of me, the way he knows what I need without me having to utter a word.
Deciding to focus on memories of our one night together, I push out thoughts of the man in front of me and think only of my Santi. When he fills me with his release, I hold it in my mouth, refusing to swallow.
He releases his hold on my hair and I watch as he tugs his pants back up over his hips. His eyes focus on mine, his lips turning up into a smirk.
“Not the best I’ve ever had, but not the worst. Usually, I would force you to swallow, but I’ll give you a pass this go around. After I meet with Dragon, I’m fucking you.”
He turns from me after his warning, or rather threat, and I jump when the door slams. Standing on shaky legs, I run over to my bucket and spit out his release, then my stomach lurches and I throw up the fruit and veggies from earlier.
My thighs shake, my knees buckle and I almost land face first into the bucket of cum, puke, and piss. My tears begin to stream down my cheeks and I finally allow myself to cry. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me next, but I do know that it’s nothing good.
I don’t know if I’m ever going to see Eagle again, if I’ll ever call him Santi when he’s deep inside of me or if I’ll ever be able to tell him how he’s changed me, for the better. How I finally feel full, and I have no desire for another man.
I’ll never be able to express how even in that one day that we were intimate, he filled me like no other man ever could. That he completed me in a way where I know without a doubt that I could have been satisfied with just him for the rest of my life.
Dropping my hand to my belly, I cry a little harder at the idea that I’ll never be able to see my child be born. Santiago’s father, a man whose name I still don’t know, is going to take this baby from me, he’s going to make it impossible for me to have any more and he’s going to abuse me until the day where I finally find peace in death.
I’m under no illusion that from this moment on, my life won’t be filled with excruciating pain every second of every day until I’m finally freed and my body is at peace.
I hope that I don’t last long. I don’t want to live with the pain of losing my child and Santiago all at the same time.
Staring at the closed door, I decide if there’s a chance to kill myself, I’m going to take it. Call it cowardice, I don’t care.
I call it self-preservation and if I can’t run, I’ll make sure that Santiago’s father won’t have gloating rights, or the ability to abuse me, for a single moment longer than physically possible.
EAGLE
Fuck.
Dragon watches me for a moment and shakes his head once. He knows as well as I do that whatever is about to happen will not end amicably.
In fact, I have a feeling that this is going to end no other way but in a full-on war with the Columbians, with my own fucking father.
Three blacked out SUVs roll into the parking lot of the diner, followed by my father’s fancy sedan, and I snort. “He’s so fucking subtle,” I mutter under my breath.
“Do you know anything you haven’t told me?” Dragon asks.
“Just that he has Della, and I’m pretty fucking certain he has no plans to give her back. We got a man on the house?” I ask.
I knew without a doubt that my father had her hidden somewhere in town, which is why I had one of the guys follow him from the cemetery.
If he thought that I was just going to let him go off without having eyes on him, then he doesn’t remember the lessons he beat into my fucking head as a kid any time he graced us with his presence.
Lesson one: Never turn your back on the enemy.
Lesson two: Never let the enemy out of your sight. Always know where they are—always.
Lesson three: Be goddamn ruthless when you met out your vengeance.
Lesson four: Nobody is above you, not ever.
Lesson five: Feelings of guilt are for weak pendejos.
I had him followed and he has not been out of Mamba or Gator’s sight. Not even when he forced Della to blow him.
Yeah, I know about that.
Mamba set up a telescope to look across the yard into the window where he noticed the bars and a suspicious blonde curled into a ball on the floor.
My vengeance will be ruthless and I will relish in his pain and suffering. I am the alpha and he will learn that just because he is my blood relative, he is not above me, his cartel is not above the Savage Beasts and I will not feel an ounce of guilt when he draws his last goddamn breath.
“You locked down?” Dragon asks as the men climb out of the SUVs.
The text a moment ago alerted me to the fact that there is only one guard on Della, which can be trouble for her, but won’t be. In five minutes, Dragon will issue the kill order for that guard, and Della will be safe, even if she won’t know it immediately.
I want her locked down in that house while we take care of my father, his men, and Kade. She’s not going to know a fucking thing until everything is all said and done. It will be safer for her and me that way. The last thing I need to be is worried about her and distracted.
The diner is completely cleared out. Something that Dragon had the prospects take care of. All the staff was paid to disappear and the front doors are locked and manned by those same prospects.
We sit in the back at a long table and watch as the prospects at the front door pat down my father and all of his men behind him.
I have no doubt that there are some snipers hidden around us. Fortunately, I’m not a fucking idiot and we have men searching for them and will take care of them as soon as they’re found.
“Angel Ramos,” Dragon says as he stands to his feet.
I don’t say shit. Instead, I watch my father. Angel, what a fucking joke of a name. He shakes Dr
agon’s hand, but his eyes are on me.
“I see my son has decided to disrespect me, so be it,” he huffs as he slowly sits in the chair across from me.
Mountain is sitting on one side of Dragon and I’m on the other, my eyes focused on his and never wavering.
“I only show respect to those who have earned it. Since I don’t see anyone around here that has, other than my own men, there’s no need to stand.”
A muscle in my father’s cheek twitches and I know without a doubt that I’ve struck a nerve. Good. High emotions are better for me, more mistakes are made when someone is overly emotional.
Bring it the fuck on.
“You wanted to have a meet and talk, so talk,” Dragon grunts.
My father’s irritated gaze flicks from me to him, then he growls beneath his breath as he slowly sinks down in the seat across from us. His eyes shift from Dragon to Mountain to me, then back to Dragon.
“I want to cut Kade out of this deal, he’s proven to be incompetent. I’m offering to deal directly with your club.”
Dragon lifts his chin for him to continue as if he’s truly considering it, but I know he’s not. We don’t package dope. We don’t sell it. We transport it, nothing more, nothing less.
My father doesn’t realize that or thinks that he can get us to change our operations. He can’t. He also thinks that we give a fuck what he wants.
“Why would we want that kind of liability? Right now, we’re golden. Our chances of being caught with product are slim. If we have it at our clubhouse for extensive periods of time and package it, that ups our chances for the Feds to come knocking.”
“What’s your question?” my father asks.
Dragon smirks. “What’s in it for us?” he simply asks.
My father’s lips twitch and that’s when I know that he thinks he has our balls in a vise. I’ll wait for judgment on that. I have a feeling that he thinks he’s dealing with a bunch of knuckle dragging fools since we’re an MC.
“Your women don’t get used and sold. Your children don’t get sold into sexual slavery. And you’re left to live your lives.”
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