EAGLE
Bones and the rest of the Sinister Skulls frown as they watch me and Dragon. He clears his throat, looking from Kade’s lifeless body to me. I watch as he shakes his head once, then his eyes lift to meet Dragon’s.
“How do you propose we gather our army and trudge on to Columbia? You know that you can’t drive there, right? We either have to go by plane or boat and neither option gives us access to our bikes.”
Dragon turns to me, his brow lifting as he watches me for a moment. I’m supposed to be in charge of this shit, but I have no fucking clue how to get us there. I just know that I need to go, I need to finish this shit.
I need to end my father’s reign with nothing but decimated fire. I need to know for certain that his kids won’t come after us, that this is done, that his legacy is crushed.
“This is personal and I’m not sure we want any part of this. We all got women and families to worry about and transporting shit is one thing, but this is the cartel,” Bones points out.
He’s right. This is dangerous territory. Hell, we killed at least ten members of the cartel, along with their leader just hours ago.
“Christ,” Gator’s voice bites.
We all stop and slowly, I turn around to face him. I watch as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair before he wraps his fingers around the back of his neck. “It’s dangerous,” he states. “Really fucking dangerous,” he continues.
“But?”
“It’s going to take about four days to drive to Panama City, from there, we can hire a private yacht to ferry us and a cargo ship for the cages, bikes aren’t really an option. If you want to go that route, but fuck, it’s going to take us well over a week of straight travel just to get there.”
I shift my gaze from Gator to Dragon, arching a brow toward my president. I’m not going to push this if he doesn’t want to get involved. I have no problem going it alone. I don’t want to put my brothers in danger, or their families.
“If we do fifteen Beasts, how many can you spare?” Dragon asks Bones.
Bones looks down at the ground then flicks his gaze back up to Dragon’s. I watch as his eyes slide to me for a brief second. He clears his throat, then a small smile appears on his lips.
“This get us completely patched over and affiliated?” he asks.
I hiss out a curse, hating that I’m putting Dragon in this position. I open my mouth to tell them to cancel the entire thing, when Dragon speaks.
“This earns your patch. You’ll be completely one hundred percent patched over into the Savage Beasts. Which means you’re no longer president of the Sinister Skulls, but instead president of the New Mexico chapter of the Savage Beasts. That’s what you want, right? Your men are ready to surrender their patches, to watch them burn?”
“For the stability of the Beasts, for the protection of being one of you, yeah we’re fuckin’ ready. Least you fucking forget that Karma, and his fucking father, ran us into the goddamn ground. We’re lucky we’ve been able to eat the past few years. We’re more than ready. More than willing to burn those Skulls patches.”
Dragon lifts his chin, then he shifts his gaze over to me. “This is done and that’s it. I’m not fond of war, have no desire for it or bloodshed. I will finish what’s been started and I may have some backup for us too.”
“The Italians?” I ask.
He smirks. “Calling Santoro after this. We aren’t going in alone and he has just as much invested in this as we do. They’ll help.”
I hold my breath for a moment, wondering how the fuck I ended up with this group of men. These men who give a fuck about one another in a way that I didn’t even think was possible.
Guilt consumes me almost immediately. I fucked over my own brother, one of these men for Della. He wanted her, he tried to claim her, and I just swooped right in and took her for myself.
“Gator, get the boats lined up,” Dragon calls out. “Eagle,” he says then pauses. Lifting my head, I look up at him and wait for him to continue. “You’re bringing Della?”
Nodding, I try to swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat.
Guilt.
Fuck.
I feel sick.
“Get her ready. This is going to be a hard trip for her, but I don’t blame you for wanting to bring her along.”
He turns from me, lifting his phone to his ear and I can’t do anything but watch him walk away. I’m fucking frozen, my throat completely closed, and I’m unable to speak. I feel a hand slam down on my shoulder. Slowly, I turn my head to look at the man standing next to me.
Arching a brow, I wait for him to speak, wondering what the fuck he’s going to say to me. Curious to hear whatever it is he’s going to talk about.
“He can’t love her the way you do, Eagle. You gotta let that shit go. You did what you did for a reason. And it was the right reason. He was doing everything for the wrong ones and if he fucks with you, with her, it’s for the wrong reasons still.”
“Sounds like you know what you’re talking about?” I ask.
Coyote shrugs one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Gonna tell me?”
He shakes his head once, letting his hand fall from my shoulder. “Ain’t plannin’ on it. Shit was a long time ago and needs to stay buried. Text me when we ride out, I got somethin’ to take care of.”
Without another word, he turns from me and walks away. I watch him go. My eyes don’t leave his retreating form as he climbs onto his bike, straddles his machine and takes off out of the clubhouse parking lot.
“Party tonight since it seems the entire fucking group from TJ is back?” I call out toward Dragon.
He smirks, lifting his chin. “Yeah, because tomorrow we’re doing supply runs and scheduling shit out. Gonna be a busy couple of fuckin’ days before you leave.”
“Yeah.” I nod in agreement.
“Get a fuckin’ drink, brother. You deserve that shit after the last couple of days.”
I snort, jerking my chin. “No fuckin’ shit.”
Turning away from him, I head toward my bedroom. I don’t look around to see if Jaguar is around, I don’t care. He doesn’t matter anymore.
He’s my brother, always will be, and I’m sure he feels betrayed by me, but I did what I did because I love Della. But also, because I love him, too. He just doesn’t see that right now. He will one day, though.
DELLA
“Party?” I ask before I shake my head. “I think I’ll just stay up here, rest a little. I’m exhausted.”
Santiago grins, taking a couple of steps toward me, bending his knee and pressing it into the mattress next to me. Before I realize what’s happening, he has me on my back and his body above mine. His forearms are caging in my head, just the way he likes, resting on either side of me, holding his upper torso away from my own so that he doesn’t smash me.
“I wear you out, mi corazon?” he asks, his lips turned up into a shit-eating grin.
Lifting my head slightly, I touch my lips to his. “Only in the best way, Santi.”
He hums, dropping his head when I try to lay back down. His lips touch mine, his tongue fills me, and he slowly fucks my mouth in the most delicious of ways. Pressing my thighs together, I wonder how it’s possible to want him again, but I do.
“God,” I groan. He chuckles, swallowing my word.
His lips leave mine, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip as his mouth slowly travels down my throat, nipping and licking on the way down. My breath hitches when his lips touch the swell of my breast.
“You’re coming down there tonight. I know this is because you’re afraid of how people will see you. Because of what you once were, because of Jaguar, because you’re now my wife. They all know, so who gives a fuck what they think? Jaguar will eventually get over it, and I love you, so I want you at my side.”
Lifting one of my hands, I scratch my fingernails at the side of his head, feeling his scalp and short hair beneath my touch.
“When do we le
ave? I’m still really nervous about that,” I say, biting the inside of my cheek.
He frowns, touching his mouth to my breast again before he speaks. “We’re prepping tomorrow, leaving the next day. Don’t be worried, we got this shit on lockdown, nena. We’ll be in and out, and home, before your next appointment.”
His words are a promise, but I don’t quite believe him. We aren’t just hopping in a car and driving to New Mexico, we have to go thousands of miles, in and out of different countries. The entire thing terrifies me to no end.
Santiago touches his lips to my breast again before he pushes up off of me and rolls away until he’s sitting on the edge of his bed. Only wearing his t-shirt from earlier, I sit up and climb behind him.
Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek against the middle of his back. “I’m scared,” I admit. “But I trust you, Santi. I love you.”
He grunts, his hand squeezing mine at his stomach, then he untangles my arms from his waist and stands to his feet. I watch as he paces a few times, back and forth he walks in front of the broken doorway. Then he stops before he turns to face me.
“I can’t take you with me, not in good conscience,” he announces suddenly. I blink, looking up at him, unsure of what he’s going to say next, because I didn’t expect this. “I can’t leave you here either. I’m fucked if I do, fucked if I don’t, Della.”
Sliding off the bed, I slowly approach him. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I tilt my head back and look up into his gaze.
“How about I go back to Dallas? My parents’ affairs haven’t been handled. I need to do that and I’ve been putting it off. They’re buried, but their house and all of that are in limbo as far as I know. That way I’m away from here and not in any imminent danger.”
“Need a man at your back, one that I trust,” he grunts.
His brows are furrowed and I can tell that he doesn’t like this plan, in fact, it seems he doesn’t particularly like any of the choices that he was given. He lifts his hand, tucking some of my hair behind my ear while his eyes stay completely focused on mine.
“How in the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky?” he asks on a breathy whisper.
My lips twitch into a smirk. “You stole me for yourself, that’s how.”
His lips turn down into a frown and his hand falls away as he takes a step back. My arms are forced away from his body and my breath hitches.
I’ve upset him.
No, I’ve pissed him off. I hesitantly take a step toward him, reaching out to wrap my hand around his wrist, to keep him here with me.
“Don’t walk away,” I exhale. “Don’t.”
He stops, his eyes finding mine and he tilts his head to the side. “You think I’d ever walk away from you?” he asks.
I lick my lips, shrugging a shoulder. Not sure how to answer that, because I don’t want to make him even more mad, but yeah, I think he would walk away from me and the drama that always seems to follow me in a heartbeat.
“Never, nena. The thought of leaving you for a few weeks is already too fuckin’ much for me to handle. I couldn’t ever turn my back on you. I’ll fight for you, Della. I’ll fight until I’m fucking bloody, until I’m physically unable to move. I. Will. Fight. For. You.”
Tentatively, I move toward him. Reaching up, I cup his scruffy jaw with my hand. I slide my thumb along his bottom lip, much like he’s done to me in the past and I watch the path before I lift my gaze up to meet his.
“Let me get my parents’ estate settled. Coyote can join me, Taz, too. By the time I finish everything, you’ll be back and we can just move on from all of this. From my parents, from your father, from everything.”
“From Jaguar?” he asks.
I snort. “I think he’ll always be there.”
Santiago nods. “Yeah. He’s good and pissed right now.”
With a hum, I lift onto the balls of my feet and touch my lips to his. Inhaling his scent, I close my eyes and let out a long sigh. “It doesn’t matter. You were right all those weeks ago when you said that he and I would have made one another miserable. That we weren’t meant to be. You knew it then, didn’t you?” I breathe.
He grunts, his hands wrapping around my hips and slowly moving around to grab ahold of my ass. His fingers squeeze the bare flesh of my ass cheeks and he grins against my lips.
“Yeah, mi corazon,” he rasps. “I fuckin’ knew. Always knew there was something different about you. Always knew that I wanted to figure it out.”
“Have you?” I exhale, trying not to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and demand he fuck my sore, achy pussy. “Figured it out?”
He laughs softly. Licking my lips, I stare into his dark gaze. “Figured out that you were meant for me, nena. Figured out that you were always supposed to be mine. My wife. My Old Lady. Mine.”
“I want you again,” I breathe.
He grins, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. “Get ready for this party and I’ll put you out of your misery later.”
“You’re going to make me suffer, aren’t you?” I ask, arching a brow.
He shakes his head. “Never. Just going to draw it all out a bit. Work you up and tonight I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle.”
“I can’t wait,” I practically squeal.
Santiago laughs as he releases his hold on me. I can feel his eyes watching every move that I make as I walk around the room to put some clothes on.
After he wore me out earlier, I showered the sweat and cum from my body, so thankfully I don’t smell, but I’m ready to be sweaty and smelly all over again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
EAGLE
Standing at the bar, I slide my hand around her hip, my fingers gripping her tightly to my side. I hate having her in here, hate that these men are watching her.
I’m jealous.
I never thought that I would be that man, and I wasn’t, not even with her, not until I put that ring on her finger and officially claimed her as mine.
Something shifted inside of me when we made those vows, when she looked at me and told me that she loved me. When my father tried to take her from me.
Everything is different. I thought that I could unleash this woman, that I could free her from the confines that she’d wrapped herself up in, confines that Jaguar had held tightly.
But I can’t free her, my woman. I want nothing more than to give her everything that her heart and body desires, but I can’t let her take another man inside of her body, not ever.
No matter how badly she may crave it. I’d kill him. Brother, friend, foe, it wouldn’t matter, he would die.
“Eagle?” she asks, looking up at me.
Tilting my head down, I grunt, hating the way my road name sounds on her lips. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers and try not to think about anything that could happen in the future, it does nothing to help me right now.
“I’m just thinking,” I say.
She frowns, sliding her arm around my hips and presses her body a bit closer to me. I think that she’s going to let it go, but she doesn’t. Instead, she turns to fully face me, her bottom lip poking out slightly as her eyes search my face.
“Well whatever you’re thinking, stop. Everything is going to be okay,” she snaps.
“Is it?” I ask.
She shakes her head once, her eyes widening slightly, then her lips twitch into a small smile. “I know that it is. Now, I want you to hurry and get this shit done and over with so that you can come home to me and we can spend at least a week in bed.”
My face must show my reaction to her words. My deep fucking worry about what she’s just said to me. She clears her throat, lifting her glass of water to her lips and takes a drink, then sets the glass down and inhales a shaky breath before she releases it.
“You’re afraid that I’m going to just spread my legs for every man that crosses my path.”
My body jerks as if she’s hit me. She’s spot fucking on, but I didn’t expect
her to call me on it, not now, not ever. She takes a step back from me, her lips parted as she watches and waits for my reaction.
“You are,” she breathes.
“Would I be wrong to worry? If I’m gone for four weeks, what do you think you’ll do? You’re an addict, Della. Fuck, I didn’t want to talk about this tonight or ever, really.”
She shakes her head from side to side, her eyes filling with unshed tears and I watch as she physically swallows them down. “You’re an asshole,” she hisses. “God. I thought you were different. I thought we were different.”
“Than what?” I bark.
She turns her head to the side and I follow her gaze straight over to Jaguar. He’s smirking and lifts his beer bottle to us while Charm is on her knees, sucking him off. My eyes slice back over to her and she slowly shifts her gaze from Jaguar back to me.
“You seriously think that I’m anything like him?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “You didn’t fuck the whores here, but don’t act like you’re a choir boy. You had women in town. I’ve yet to hear about you breaking it off with them, so I assume you’re still fucking them, too.”
I lift my hand and my arm jerks, but I catch myself. I can’t hit her. I refuse to be my father. No matter what she’s said to me, she’s my wife, my pregnant wife and I’m better than that, better than a puta who hits women.
Running my palm over my head, I take a step back. “I haven’t been inside of another woman since I put that ring on your finger and vowed to be your man for the rest of my life. Whatever the fuck is going through your head, stop that shit now,” I demand.
“I could say the same about you. For whatever reason, you think that I won’t be able to keep my legs closed while you’re gone. You think that my vows mean less to me than yours mean to you.”
Slowly, I shake my head. “Not at all, nena,” I say, lowering my voice. “I think that you’re an addict and that you’ll possibly need more than I can give you from a distance, from another country.”
She stands tall, pushing her chest out and filling her lungs with air before she releases her breath. “I’ll prove you wrong, Santiago. I will prove you wrong. Wait and see.”
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