The empty area around this clubhouse is vast and far. It doesn’t take long to get into town from here, to get to civilization, but we are isolated here, which can be a good thing at times, but right now it only makes me even more lonely.
“Della,” a female voice calls out.
The door creaks open and I turn around to see Pinkie standing in the doorway. “Eagle told Taz to send me in to be with you. Probably seein’ as Esther and Bellarosa are both at the hospital with Presley still,” she says with a small shrug.
“I doubt that’s the reason,” I drawl, my body filling with relief and my eyes with unshed tears.
“Yeah?”
Smirking, I shake my head once. “He asked you to come here because he knows that I’m comfortable with you,” I whisper. “He knows you’re my friend. My only true one in this place.”
Pinkie takes a step forward. Wordlessly she gathers me in her arms and holds me. She just hugs me for what feels like hours, until my body finally relaxes and my shoulders lose the tension and sag as I lift my arms to hold her back.
Slowly, we break apart from one another. I watch as she brushes the tears from her eyes and I feel bad for making her cry, for being the cause of her tears.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she murmurs as she guides me toward the en suite bathroom. I’m surprised Eagle has his own, and that Pinkie knows where it is, but I don’t comment on any of that.
“I’ve never been in Eagle’s room before, it’s weirdly clean,” she states, answering whatever questions I had.
“His mother’s house is dusty, but it’s clean too,” I whisper.
She jerks her head, then turns her lips up into a smirk. “So, his mama’s house?” she asks.
“He wants to buy a new place for us. Offered to remodel that house or buy a new one,” I explain. “I don’t know if he’ll still want to do all of that, but that’s what we’d talked about.”
Pinkie doesn’t say anything for a few moments. She runs a washcloth under the cool water and gently dabs my aching face with it. I have no doubt that I’m a dirty, nasty mess.
Once my face is cleaned off, I watch as she searches through the drawers and pulls out a tube of toothpaste and a brand-new toothbrush. I could kiss her for finding it.
I take it from her a little too eagerly and quickly brush my teeth. After having Santiago’s father’s dick in my mouth, then throwing up, I definitely need to brush my teeth. Once I’m finished scrubbing my teeth, tongue, and gums until they bleed, I rinse my mouth out and inhale a deep breath, then I turn to face her again.
“You want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Eagle’s father made me suck his dick,” I state.
I don’t feel as dirty and disgusting as I probably should. I feel indifferent. It happens every day to women around the world and apparently this was my day. It’s not the first time and maybe it won’t even be the last, I don’t know.
“God. I’m so sorry, babe,” she exhales.
I shrug a shoulder. “At least he didn’t rape me, you know? It could have been so much worse. I’d take a gag-worthy blow job over that, any day.”
“Both are nightmare worthy,” Pinkie points out.
I nod my head in a jerk, curious if I’ll ever sleep again and if I do, wondering if I’ll have nightmares about this entire day for the rest of my life? I have no doubt that I probably will.
In reality, I just want to forget that all of this has happened. I want it all to disappear, but I know that isn’t going to happen, not any time soon anyway.
“Della?” a man’s voice calls out.
I freeze, but Pinkie holds up her hand and turns toward the bedroom. A few seconds later, she pops her head inside of the bathroom.
“It’s the doctor. I’m going to go ahead and leave you be. When he’s done, I’ll come back inside.”
She leaves me standing in the bathroom, scared to death. What if I’ve lost the baby, what if I’ve damaged it in some way?
I can’t move.
I’m frozen.
The door opens and a man fills the doorway. He’s shorter than me, thin with graying hair. His kind eyes meet mine and roam my face, turning hard at the sight of my newly formed bruises.
“Della?” he asks, keeping his voice soft and gentle.
Gulping, I nod as I take a step toward him. He stands to the side, allowing me to walk past him. Once I make my way over to the bed, I sink down on the edge and wait. I send a prayer to a God I’m not sure exists, a prayer that everything is okay.
That my baby is okay.
That I’m okay.
Then I add a little extra. I send a final prayer up into the universe that me and Santiago are okay, are going to be okay.
EAGLE
I walk into the warehouse, ignoring the men standing around because I only have eyes for one person, for the man that I’m blood-related to.
Lifting my arm, I slice the back of my hand across his face, grinning when his head jerks to the side and stays there for a beat.
Slowly, he turns his face back toward me, his eyes lift to mine and he narrows his gaze on me. “Only bitches backhand a man. I didn’t think I’d raised a puta,” he states before he spits out blood.
Shaking my head, I lean down slightly. “You got that wrong. A man only backhands a bitch and that’s exactly what you are. A goddamn puta. Your guard backhanded my wife, since he’s a reflection of you… puta.”
My father growls and pulls against his chains, but fails to move. He’s hanging from a hook in the middle of the room next to Kade.
His men have all been disposed of and are being taken care of out in the hot, sweltering desert, where the animals will pick their bones clean. Men that will never be seen again, nor will they ever be reported missing. They will be all but forgotten.
“Do you actually have hits out or are you bluffing?” I demand.
“Ask Gavino Santoro if I’m bluffing,” he grunts.
Taking a step toward him again, I growl. “I don’t give a fuck about Santoro right now. I’m asking you if you have a hit out on my woman, on my club?” I roar in his face.
He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even show an ounce of guilt, remorse, or acknowledgment. He just stares at me with nothing but indifference. The fucking bastard. The heartless evil fucking devil.
Taking my knife out of the sheath at my hip, I press it against the hollow of his throat, just hard enough to draw blood. He shakes his head with a smirk.
“Killing me won’t do you any good.”
“You’re not going to get any kind of deal. No contracts, no helping hands. Nothing. Whatever you’re trying to accomplish, you won’t get it, not from me or my club.”
He chuckles. “I always get what I want, hijo. You of all people should know that.”
“Not this time, old man,” I bark.
Dragon clears his throat and I drop my knife, wanting nothing more than to lose control and kill the miserable bastard. “We need him to call off the hit on us and Santoro’s wife.”
“Why her?” my father asks as if he has any kind of right to know.
“Because we’re allies with Santoro and it shows good faith and makes him indebted to us. You should know how that shit works,” Dragon sneers.
My father snorts. “Yeah, well, this isn’t that kind of business. This is all for one, and fuck the rest. You’re a bunch of worthless cunts if you think helping others out is the way to go. You’ll be shit on the rest of your days if you do that.”
“Funny, I didn’t ask your opinion and for someone hanging from a hook in the middle of a metal shed, you have a lot of nerve giving advice like that,” Dragon points out. I laugh at his words, unable to hold in the chuckle. He’s fucking hilarious.
“Quiet, boy,” my dad barks.
“Fuck off. I’m over forty years old, plus I was never your boy. I don’t know what the fuck you saw me as, but you never gave a fuck about me as your kid, I know that shit.”
My father’s black gaze
meets mine and I see the anger flaring to life behind his eyes. The sight causes me to smirk. He lifts his chin and jerks his chains before he speaks.
“I never thought of you as much because you were nothing but a mama’s boy. A little puta always at her skirts. Fucking worthless,” he spits.
I shrug a shoulder as if his words don’t cut me. They don’t really, not anymore. Once upon a time they would have, but not now. I know my worth as a man.
I know that loving a woman, be it your mama or the woman in your bed, isn’t a cowardly, pussy, thing to do. It’s what a real man does. The men of my club taught me that. It sure as shit wasn’t my father.
My father is nothing but a worthless pile of shit. “Call off the hits,” I demand.
“Or?” he asks with a smirk.
“Or we send our men to your compound and take over. We don’t need you, Angel. You need us, which is why you’re here acting extra goddamn dramatic. Do it or your cartel’s operation comes under our command and trust me, Papa, you wouldn’t like that.”
My father shakes his head once. “I’ll be dead, so what does it matter what I like?” he asks.
“I’ll burn every single fucking one of your cartel’s fields. Without hesitation. To. The. Ground.”
My father finally understands what we’re saying. His legacy, his cartel’s legacy, will die. The money will stop. The land will be useless. The workers destitute. Everything will just fucking end and everyone who lives will curse his name.
If nothing else, my father thinks that his name means something to people, thinks that he will live and die a legend. He gives a fuck about shit like that, unlike me. Then, because I’m an asshole, I decide to hammer that last nail in his coffin.
My lips turn up into a smirk. “And just like you threatened to hurt our women and children, I’ll do that shit tenfold to the leftover women and children down there. Selling them, whoring them, whatever it takes.”
“Get my phone,” he growls.
With a small laugh I hand him the phone, I can’t wait for this shit because I’m going to gut this motherfucker like a goddamn deer.
Chapter Twenty-Six
EAGLE
I listen as my father calls off the hits on Luciana Santoro, Presley, Bellarosa, Esther, and the kids. I’m not sure if he’s being one hundred percent truthful in his cancellation of the hits. I have to trust him for this moment, but I refuse to trust him completely.
If he taught me anything at all, it was to never trust another human being.
Especially him.
Not ever.
Once he calls off the hits, I take a step toward him, my knife firmly in my grasp. “Eagle,” Dragon calls out.
I don’t look away from the man in front of me, the man who is supposed to have loved me unconditionally, but never gave a fuck about me or anyone else in the world as much as he did himself.
“Yeah?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, aware that I probably look like a fucking psycho.
“We need confirmation before we deal with him,” he says.
I shake my head once, taking a step toward him. “Fuck confirmation,” I growl.
My father doesn’t react to my words. Moving closer toward him, my lips tip into a grin when I’m directly in front of him, just inches from his hanging body.
“Do you have any last words for me? Anything that you want me to pass on to anyone in Columbia?” I ask, my grin still plastered on my face.
He narrows his eyes, then for a brief moment, something akin to regret and sadness crosses his features.
“My oldest son. I knew that you would best me, always,” he says softly. “If I could have taken you with me, raised you right, raised you in the organization, I would have. Your mother, she wouldn’t have it. Her hold on you was too tight. I always resented that, resented her and the way you clung to her,” he says.
Pausing, the Devil enters his features and I know he’s going to be a bastard, like always, when he speaks again.
“Thank fuck I had a few more boys who I molded into the exact children I always wanted.”
Reaching forward, I shove my knife into his gut, my lips at his ear as he lets out an agonizing moan.
“I’m going to go down to Columbia and I’m going to destroy every single thing you’ve worked for your entire life. Then I’m going to gut those sons of yours like goddamn fish. Any daughters you have I’ll be whoring out and laughing all the way to the fucking bank every fucking week when I get my cut from them spreading their legs. I hate you.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but I don’t allow him to spew one more hateful word in my presence.
Taking the knife out of his gut, I slide it across his neck, closing my eyes when his blood coats my face. Enjoying the feel of the warm liquid as it covers my exposed skin.
Turning around slowly, I open my eyes to look back at my club. Dragon smirks, the rest of the men are staring at me, but I can’t be bothered to look over at them. Jerking my chin toward Dragon, I grunt.
“He has other sons. With your permission, I’d like to make a trip deep down south.”
Dragon’s lips turn up into a slow smile. “Gonna destroy some shit, kick some ass, take some names?” he asks.
“Without a fucking doubt.”
“Take Bones and some of his crew with you, along with whoever you want from the club that I don’t have scheduled for runs.”
I nod once. “Taking Della too.”
“She’s pregnant,” he reminds me.
I shrug a shoulder. “Won’t take me long. Don’t want her out of my sight.”
“You’re her Old Man, you dictate that shit, not me.”
My lips twitch. “Damn fucking right.” Looking back to Kade who’s lip is trembling like the fucked-up bitch that he is, I shift my gaze back toward Dragon. “You dealing with him tonight?” I ask.
Dragon nods. “He’s next. Enough is enough and he’s fucked over one too many people. He’s unstable, just like his brother, and the last thing we need is him running around fucking more shit up than he already has.”
“Sounds good. Let me know if you need me tomorrow. I’m taking the night off.”
“You plannin’ on washing that blood off before you go to your woman?”
I shake my head and grin. “Nope. Gonna fuck her in the blood of the man who dared to touch what’s mine.”
Dragon chuckles, then lets out a low whistle. “Go to your woman.”
“I see Jaguar around and I’m going to fuck him up. He needs to keep his goddamn distance from me for a while,” I suggest.
“Noted,” Dragon says with a jerk of his chin.
Turning from the warehouse, I walk away from my father’s body that hangs lifeless and bloody. With purpose, my legs take me toward my woman. I know that she’s holed up in my room, and I’m sure I’m a fucking sight to see, but I don’t give a fuck.
I hear a few gasps as I make my way into the clubhouse. Thankfully, everybody leaves me alone and gives me a wide berth as I make my way toward my room. The door is closed, Taz stands to the side with a grin.
“You’re gonna scare the fuck out of her,” he points out.
I shrug, my eyes focused nowhere but that door. He laughs as he walks away from me. Instead of trying the knob, instead of knocking, I lift my booted foot and slam it against the door. I hear two women’s screams. One I recognize without a doubt as mine, the other, I don’t give a fuck who it is.
Stepping into the room, my eyes find Della. She’s sitting on the bed, Pinkie next to her. She’s looking down at her lap and slowly lifts her eyes to meet mine. I expect a horrified expression on her face, maybe one of disgust as well. What I don’t expect is for her to just watch me, then lick her lips.
Pinkie doesn’t say anything as she stands and scoots past me. I hear the door close behind her before it slowly creaks back open. Apparently, I fucked it up when I kicked it open, wish I gave a fuck, honestly, I don’t.
Della slowly stands to her feet, she makes her way t
oward me and I pause, tipping my chin to look down at her. She lifts her hand, her fingers sliding through the wet sticky blood that coats my face.
“Whose is it?” she asks.
“Do you really need to ask me that?”
Her head tilts to the side, her eyes searching mine. “You killed your own father?”
“He’s been dead for twenty-five years. He touched you. He violated you. He signed his second death warrant. Too bad he’s not like a cat and can’t magically come back again. This is the end of his lives. He won’t be reappearing after this one,” I explain.
Her mouth twitches and she leans forward. Her lips touch my bloody mouth. I grunt at the feel of her soft lips against my skin. Reaching forward, I wrap my fingers around her hips and pull her against my body with a growl.
“Fuckin’ you in his blood. The last time he exists in our lives. From this moment on he is nothing but a bad memory,” I say.
She nods. Her fingers moving from my cheek to the side of my head. I feel her nails scratch from my temple to around the back of my head before her fingertips grip me and she pulls me down a bit.
Her face has splotches of my father’s blood across it. And soon, the rest of her will be covered in it much like mine.
Then, together we can wash the memory of the Devil away, until we load up and take a fucking road trip down to Columbia to fuck up the rest of his minions.
DELLA
I should care that Santiago is covered in the blood of another man, but I don’t. Instead, I’m turned on. That’s just who I am. I’m a woman who is turned on by the shift in the wind, turned on by the sight of her man who protected her. Who killed for her. Who would kill for her again if he needed to.
“Fuck me,” I beg against his lips.
He growls, the noise rumbling throughout his entire body. I shiver against him, my eyes opening to find his. Without a second to even think about what’s to come, his hands tighten around my hips and he picks me up off of my feet.
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