Mountain growls, but Dragon stays silent. He has just as much to lose as any of us with a wife, a daughter, and a baby on the way. However, he doesn’t show my father an ounce of reaction. A move that I know without a doubt pisses my father off to no end.
“Are you done threatening us?” Dragon asks.
“Probably not.” My father shrugs.
Leaning forward, I grin. “We have Kade if you want him. But I want to see Della and I want to see her now.”
“Fuck Kade. I could give a shit about him and no, you can’t have the puta.”
Leaning back in my chair, I smirk. I knew he didn’t want Kade, and I knew he would tell me no on giving Della back to me. I shake my head a couple of times, then jerk my chin over to the prospect at the door.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Dragon sends the kill text to Taz. It won’t be done immediately, but soon enough that guard will be gone and judging by the way the prospect at the door is grinning, the snipers have been dealt with in the immediate area as well.
In other words, my father is fucked.
“You come here and threaten my family, my friends. You kidnap my woman and use her.” Shaking my head, I stand and lean over slightly, placing my knuckles on the table. “Whatever kind of power trip you’re on. Whatever you’re trying to accomplish, it’s not going to happen, old man. Haven’t you figured it out?” I ask.
“What?”
“I don’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. You have been nothing but a bad memory for the past twenty-five years.”
“Talk to me like that again and I’ll show you exactly what kind of man I am. I’ll also show you exactly what happens to women when I take them as my own.”
Snorting, I shake my head. “Fuck you, Angel Ramos, and whatever fucked up horse you rode into town on. I could give a fuck about you and you won’t touch my woman again, I can guarantee that,” I state.
He arches a brow, grinning like the fucking fool that he is. “Yeah? Seems I was touching her not long ago when my cock was down her throat.”
His words are meant to piss me off, shock me, but he doesn’t realize that I knew about that already. That for whatever reason, yeah it pissed me off, but only because I knew she didn’t want it. Not because a man’s dick was in her mouth, I’ve seen her suck off almost every Savage Beast in this room.
“Dragon?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking bored.”
My lips slowly turn up into a smile that I’m sure rivals the most evil one that my father can give.
“You kill me, just know that if I don’t check in with my men in Columbia, they’ve been ordered to complete hits on you and your entire club.”
I open my mouth to speak, but Dragon beats me to it. “We don’t take kindly to threats, fratello,” he drawls.
Chapter Twenty-Four
DELLA
The house seems eerily silent. Though, I haven’t really been able to hear much from my prison room, except a few door slams or heavy footfalls here and there. But it’s like I can feel the emptiness.
I sit with my back against a wall, my stomach clenching in hunger and my eyes swollen from tears, waiting for what’s to come.
When the door flies open, I gasp at the man in front of me. It’s the guard that threatened me not long ago. His cold gaze finds mine before he rushes toward me in what I can only describe as panicked anger.
I cry out when his hand reaches down and he grabs a handful of my hair before he tugs me to my feet. It feels like my hair is going to be ripped out at the roots.
The pain is excruciating, more painful than I’ve ever experienced and I have a feeling that this is just the beginning of what’s to come for me.
“You got a friend here to try and rescue you,” he breathes. My heart skips a beat inside of my chest. “I’m here to make sure that shit doesn’t happen, puta.”
I can’t speak. My scalp hurts so bad that my words are stuck in my throat. Frozen there as he watches me, waiting for my response.
When I don’t say anything, he tugs me forward. His feet cross over the threshold and panic ensues. I just know that if I’m taken from this room that this will be the end of me.
All hope of Eagle finding me will be squashed if I’m not in this house. Reaching up to this stranger’s forearms, I dig my nails into his skin as hard as I can. I use all of my strength to cut his flesh, to cause him pain, to stop him from dragging me out of this room.
He cries out, his hand losing its grip on my hair for a moment. I take a step forward in an attempt to run, a fruitless effort, his hand finds purchase on my hair again and he jerks me back, hard. I cry out as my body goes flying across the room.
My back slams into the wall and then he’s on top of me. He pulls his arm back and without a moment to realize what’s happening, the back of his hand slices across my cheek.
My entire body falls to the side, or attempts to, but his grip in my hair tightens. He draws his hand back, again, making a fist and then he shifts forward and punches me in the side of the head.
Stars.
I see stars spot my vision and let out a whimper. He laughs above me, his voice harsh and his laughter taunting. I pinch my eyes closed, preparing for him to do it again, when I feel his heavy weight land on top of me.
I let out a scream of surprise and place my hands on his chest, attempting to push his heavy body off of me. He doesn’t budge. I feel like I’m about to black out, like my breath is being stolen from me, when his weight mysteriously disappears.
Opening my eyes, I look up and gasp at the sight in front of me. I don’t know who I expected, but it wasn’t the man standing in front of me. He’s crouched down on his haunches and gives me the most tentative smile I’ve ever seen him offer me or anyone else.
“Jaguar?” I rasp.
He smirks, holding out his hand. “Babe.”
“How?”
“Came back to kick Eagle’s ass. Taz updated me on the way. Knew you were here and he was watching and waiting to take out that mean motherfucker, along with Mamba and Gator somewhere,” he says, jerking his chin toward the man who is lying lifeless on the floor.
“You saved me? Why?”
Jaguar shakes his head, taking my hand in his and gently pulling me to my feet. He doesn’t release me though, instead he tugs me close to his chest and wraps his hands around my hips. When he dips his chin, I hold my breath at the closeness of his body, his breath, everything against me.
“Haven’t you realized it yet, Della?” I press my lips together, my eyes widening at his words. “Love you, babe.”
Again, my breath escapes me, but not for the same reason as before. This time it’s because Jaguar has confessed his love for me. Not his need for control, not his desire to own me, but his love.
I don’t know if it’s genuine though, he’s never even alluded to feelings of love before, in fact, he was adamant that he didn’t feel that way about me at all.
“Jaguar…”
He shakes his head, lifts his hand and wraps his strong fingers around the back of my neck. “No more talking, Della, not right now,” he murmurs.
Without another word, his soft lips brush against mine in the sweetest kiss he’s ever delivered. His forehead rests against mine, his eyes close and he just inhales a deep breath.
“I don’t know the details, but fuck, you were taken,” he says.
Nodding, I pinch my own eyes closed and try to inhale through my nose to keep from crying tears that I probably don’t even possess anymore. We stay in the embrace for longer than we probably should. I know that I should push him away, but no matter what, he’s comforting.
“Della,” a deep voice rumbles.
Turning to face that voice, my entire body jerks. Eagle looks pissed off, but I don’t know if it’s because of me, Jaguar, or his father. My arms fall from Jaguar and I take a step back before I turn my entire body to him and my feet carry me toward him.
Without a thought, my legs move quickly until I�
�m almost directly in front of him. Before I crash into his body, I jump up and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. Burying my face against his neck, those tears that I thought were all dried up, all cried out, they reappear.
My body shakes as his hands cup my ass and he holds onto me. I squeeze my arms around him, holding onto him tighter than is necessary, but he’s here. I thought that I might not ever see him again.
“Nena,” he rasps.
Lifting my head, I look into his dark eyes. He gives me a small smile, but it doesn’t reach the blackness in the eyes that I’m lost inside of. There is something so deep working inside of him that I can’t quite make out exactly what he’s thinking.
His fingers squeeze my ass, then he pats my thigh, his silent signal for me to remove my hold on him. Slowly, I untangle myself from his torso, but I don’t walk away from him. Instead, I keep my arms around his neck and plaster my front to his.
“Don’t ever leave me, not ever again,” I whimper.
He lifts one of his hands and runs his fingers through my aching scalp so gently that my eyes automatically close and I let out a purr. “Need you to come back to the clubhouse. It’s safer for you there than at my place,” he explains softly.
“Is it not safe for me right now? Still?” I ask.
His hand shifts from my hair to my belly and my breath hitches at the touch. “I have to finish getting to the bottom of all of this. So, no, it’s not safe for you right now. I want you protected inside of the club, behind its walls, locked inside of my room.”
Licking my lips, I debate arguing with him about the being locked inside of his room thing, but then I decide it’s not an argument worth having. If that’s what he wants, if that’s what he needs to finish this, whatever this thing is with his father, then that’s fine with me.
I don’t want to be taken again, I don’t want my baby taken and I definitely do not want to be used as some sort of sexual slave. If that means that I have to stay locked inside of Eagle’s room at the clubhouse for a while, then I’m perfectly fine with that.
“Okay,” I exhale.
His lips touch mine briefly before he takes a step back and to the side. Taz is standing in the hallway and jerks his chin before he walks away. I assume that I’m supposed to follow him, so I take a couple of steps in his direction before I stop and look back over my shoulder.
“I’ll see you soon, Santi?” I ask, looking at Eagle.
He winces at my use of his nickname and doesn’t speak. Instead he dips his chin before he turns his back to me and faces Jaguar.
Shifting my gaze from the back of Eagle’s head, I look over at Jaguar who is watching me with a look of what I can only describe as tortured pain.
Suddenly, guilt fills me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I’ve hurt him. I’ve hurt them both.
EAGLE
Once the front door slams and I know that Della is out of the house, only then do I take a step toward Jaguar. I don’t know where he came from, or how he ended up here, but fuck him if he thinks that he’s going to come in here and be a goddamn hero, save the day and get my woman.
“What the fuck are you doing here, hermano?” I demand.
Jaguar puffs up his chest, straightens his back and narrows his eyes on me before he speaks. “Saving my woman, or was my woman, before you came behind my back and decided to steal her.”
I don’t want to get into this with him, now or ever. I knew that I would have to deal with him, but honest to fuck, it’s too much. Between my father, Kade, the entire fucking Columbian army that could be on our back, and now Della and this. It’s too goddamn much.
“Jaguar. I didn’t steal her, she came willingly. I get you’re pissed, but trust me when I tell you that I did it all for you.”
“You did it for your dick. I’ve seen the way you’ve watched her, wanted her, lusted after her. All you had to do was ask and I would have let you fuck her as much as you wanted.”
Anger boils just below the surface of my skin. I’m ready to pull out my gun and end this fucker right here and now, call it a fucking casualty of war.
“Once a whore, right?”
He shrugs one shoulder, his eyes focusing on mine as he smirks. “Basically.”
“Fuck you, pinche pendejo. That’s my fucking wife. My Old Lady. She doesn’t exist to you anymore. I had this shit under control.”
“Yeah? That big fucker had her by the hair, he was on top of her. Where were you?”
“Taz was on it.”
He snorts. “Yeah? He was taking his sweet fucking time.”
“On my goddamn orders,” I shout, taking a step toward him and grabbing his shirt with both of my hands, twisting my fingers in the fabric as I pull him closer to me. “We aren’t dealing with some redneck club. This is the cartel, the Columbian cartel. There’s a hit out on her, maybe Presley, Esther, and Bellarosa too. Possibly Buster and Kora. You didn’t ask shit, all you did was run in to be a fucking hero to try and get in my wife’s panties again. Back the fuck up, she ain’t yours anymore.”
His face blanches and I push him away, releasing my hold on his shirt as I take a step back. “You don’t know fuckin’ shit, Jag. You come here and try to take control of a situation you know fuckall about. Get rid of this fucker’s body and if I see you anywhere near my wife again, we’re going to have problems, amigo.”
“She was mine first,” he grinds out.
Jerking my chin, I smirk. “No, she wasn’t. She was never yours but she’s mine now. Forget all about her. Your hold on her is done. She belongs to me now.”
I hear him growl behind me, but I ignore him. Turning around, I walk away from him and head back to Dragon, my father, and Kade, who are all locked up in the warehouse near the clubhouse.
These are the people that I need to focus on, not some pissed off fucking child, like Jaguar. It’s time for torture to begin and I need to know exactly what kind of things my father has put into motion.
My phone rings as I straddle my bike. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I don’t bother looking at the name before I bark my hello.
“Safe and in your room with Pinkie to watch after her. Also got doc on his way. Her face was pretty fucking swollen.”
My body jerks as if I’ve been physically hit. “It was?” I was so fucking focused on Jaguar, too lost inside of my own jealousy, something that I’ve never really felt before that I didn’t even look at Della’s face.
“Uh, yeah. She was fucking backhanded and punched in the face, brother.”
My stomach lurches, and I fight the urge to puke, disgusted with myself, shamed by my own actions.
Fuck.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath. I can’t have her go to the hospital, there would be way too many fucking questions.
Fuck.
If something happens to her, to the baby, because of this shit, I will never be able to live with myself, forgive myself.
“Get the doc there, update me. I’m going to deal with my goddamn father,” I growl before ending the call.
Shoving my phone in the inside pocket of my cut, I lift my gaze up to the front of the safehouse my father had her in.
Jaguar is standing on the porch, a joint between his lips as he watches me. I lift my chin toward him and he lifts his middle finger toward me. Seems goddamn fitting.
I should have put the gun to my father’s head inside of the diner and ended this shit right then and there, but I didn’t know how far his reach would go—I still don’t. I wanted Della safe at the clubhouse and under lockdown before we went any further.
When the kill order was delivered, Dragon and the other men tackled my father and his remaining men into vans that were waiting in the back of the diner.
A couple of our men loaded up in their SUVs and I left to get to Della while they went on a little ride to the warehouse on clubhouse property.
Maneuvering my bike toward the clubhouse, I grow angrier and angrier by the mile. Not only did my f
ather fucking assault her with his dick, one of his men physically abused her.
When is enough, enough?
Now.
That’s when.
Chapter Twenty-Five
DELLA
Taz guides me past all of the women that are hanging around in the bar, plus the few kids that are running around. I already know it for what it is, lockdown. Which means Pinkie is holed up in her room, away from the families, like a dirty little secret. I feel like that’s where I should be taken, myself, not to Eagle’s room. I don’t think that I deserve the title of Old Lady.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I stand in the middle of the room, my back to him, afraid to move anywhere at all.
He clears his throat but doesn’t say anything immediately. Slowly, I turn around to face him. He grins at me, then licks his lips and tilts his head to the side. “You look like you been through hell, babe. What do you need besides a doctor?”
My eyes fill with tears for the millionth time, but thankfully I’m able to fight them back. I shake myself out of the emotional moment before I lift my gaze up to him. He’s watching me with what I can only describe as a look of pity. I hate it, but I don’t argue with him about the look on his face, I’m too fucking tired.
“Are Presley and the baby okay?” I ask.
He blinks, then his lips turn up into a smirk. “Healthy six-pound baby girl. Don’t know the name yet, but they’re good, babe.”
My breath comes out in a whoosh of relief. “Thank you,” I rasp.
He winks before he turns around and walks out of the room, leaving me alone. Lifting my hand to my neck, I try to breathe through the anxiety that instantly fills me. I’m alone, again. All alone inside of this small space.
So alone.
There’s a knock on the door a few moments later, but I don’t bother saying anything. I assume it’s Taz again, or the doctor. Refusing to turn around, I walk over to the window and stare out onto the desert grounds that surround the clubhouse.
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