Bella: The Ending: A Sagatori Family Saga

by Kimberly Soto

  “I want you to mark me with your touch, Jax. I want to look at my skin and see it.”

  I pressed harder into her flesh causing her breath to quicken, and a moan slipped from her mouth. I lifted her dress further, watching as her cheeks reddened under my touch.

  “Leave marks,” she begged. “I need to feel you everywhere.” She moaned again as she continued to beg me to hurt her.

  I traced my hand along her back and ripped her dress over her head, seeing her in nothing but a bra, and it had my dick solid. The tan lace held her plump and juicy breasts for me as I watched in the mirror.

  She pressed her ass into my cock. “Fuck me, hurt me.” She pulled her breasts out from the bra one by one.

  I smoothed my hands across her hardened nipples as she melted into my touch, eventually finding the front of her underwear and dipping my fingers inside. I felt the heat from her before my fingers fully invaded her. I spread her lips feeling her clit throb against my touch and swept my finger through her moist folds. She was soaked for me.

  I looked into the mirror seeing her saddened yet eager eyes, knowing she needed me inside of her as much as I needed to fill her. She needed to know I’d never abandon her, that she belonged to me, and I belonged to her. “Bella.” I lifted her to my chest and pushed her down over my cock, forcing myself into her without warning. She cried out from the sudden intrusion and slid further down on top of me. I held her, pushing her down rapidly, moaning into her neck as I felt my orgasm come too quick. I fought it as long as I could. Unable to control myself, I slammed her on to me over and over, wanting her to scream and feel as though I’d ripped her body apart. I wanted to leave my mark on her, claim her like I’d never claimed her before. I wanted everyone to know I owned her; I’d keep her, I’d kill for her.

  I’d die for her.

  She screamed with need and want as all the tension released. I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and forced myself as deep as her body would allow. Her breath was hot as she pressed her mouth against mine, taking everything I had. I released a growl as I came inside of her, unable to hold it back. It wasn’t me who owned her but her who owned me. Every fucking piece of me, and I wanted her to take it, declare it—I wanted her to mark me.

  “I have never felt what I feel with you.” Cum spilled inside of her. I couldn’t stop; I needed her to come around me. I needed her to scream with intense pleasure. “You feel so good, baby, come all over me.” I turned us so that we could see her breasts and ass bounce as I pushed inside of her. She watched, begging for more, begging me to fuck her harder and harder. I knew what she needed.

  I watched her face as I slipped out of her pussy and coated her sweet spot with our mixed juices. “This will hurt,” I whispered, running my tongue along her ear.

  “Good.” She chewed on her lip and closed her eyes as I sank my dick inside of her. I didn’t prepare her, but she needed this: the pain, the feeling of me at this moment, and I needed nothing more than to feel every inch of her around my cock.

  “Relax.”

  She winced and pulled her face to mine, sucking on my mouth. “Oh God!”

  I sank deeper and deeper, pulling out after each thrust. She began pushing into me wanting more—wanting it deeper. “Jax, Oh—My—Fuck...!”

  I kissed her, forcing her to kiss me back when the feeling was too intense for her to concentrate. My rhythm quickened, and my force hardened. I owned her, fully seated inside with each thrust.

  “I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” She clutched onto my hair and pulled my head back. It made me want to fuck her even harder; not giving up on how far she would let me go I pushed her to her limit. “I’m coming—FUUUUU—CKKKK!” she screamed, not worrying about anyone who may have heard her. At that moment no one else existed. I came as her teeth sank into my shoulder. I couldn’t stop, all I wanted was to be as close to her as possible.

  I slowed and eventually pulled out as she clung to me fully sated. “You own me,” she declared.

  “You own me, baby, you always have.”

  “Jax, I love you so much. I don’t want anyone to die, not because of me. That’s why I had to do it. I want you to understand.”

  I gripped her arms squeezing tight as I pushed her away from my chest. “What did you do?”

  A mascara-filled tear fell down her cheek leaving darkness in its descent tear. “I’m sorry.” She stood motionless against the sink.

  “Baby… what the fuck did you do?”

  “Ended this. I’m ending this, Jax.”

  I panicked—I full on fucking panicked. Setting her to her feet, I quickly pulled my pants on and buckled them. “Baby, please tell me what you’ve done.” I ran my hand through my hair and searched the floor for her dress.

  Tears fell over her heated face. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let anyone die. I can’t let you die because of me.”

  I held her arms shaking her. “Baby, listen to me. Listen, no one’s gonna die. Look at me!” I reached for her chin lifting it. “You have to tell me right now what the fuck you’ve done so that I can fix it.”

  I stepped on her dress and quickly reached down to pick it up. “Lift your arms.” I shook it out and slipped it over her.

  “Please don’t hate me.”

  I shook my head. “You—please don’t tell me you did something as stupid as… did you contact him?” And it hit me, why she’d been in the bathroom with the door locked, why she had her computer, and why she needed me the way that she did. My heart sank with fear, full-on death fear; the kind of fear you feel when you think someone you love has just been hurt or even killed.

  I’d never before felt for anyone the way I felt for her, and I refused to lose that. I refused to lose the love of my life to someone who had never met her, who hadn’t held her through the darkest time of her life.

  I rushed out of the room knowing this had to be dealt with. I needed to protect her from what I feared was coming. We wouldn’t be getting on that plane, and I may not live through this, but I’d die—I’d die for her.

  Fuck! I should’ve known something was wrong. She didn’t want me to make love to her, she wanted me to own her. She demanded it. So I did, I always gave her what she wanted... needed. Making her happy made me happy. Endlessly fucking happy. Seeing her cheeks puff and blow out an exacerbated breath from the pleasure gave me the ultimate satisfaction. That was my job—keeping her safe and happy.

  Safe…

  Four letter words and all that…

  She’d locked herself in the guest bedroom, the room her guards used to sleep in, so they were always close. They weren’t in there with her; they were supposed to be watching her every second.

  They weren’t.

  I should’ve known she was up to something.

  I didn’t

  I’d demanded Sal have Tony and Dominic with her always. I told that fucker not to leave her alone.

  Bella, my personal martyr, wanted to save us from the Russian shit. Thought she could do what needed to be done. Ivan had her tracked down long before she called him. She didn’t know that. He’d known for a long time where she was. She didn’t know that either. She probably thought she’d gotten one over on him when she gave herself up.

  She didn’t.

  Silencers covered the guns they used to kill fourteen of my men that day.

  Fourteen men.

  Ivan meant business, he wasn’t playin’ around. He didn’t make threats, he made promises. Promises he always made good on. I thought we had time… Time to get to the plane… Time to get the fuck out, but they had already been there. Lurking. Waiting. I wanted to stop them, slip the .45 mm out of my holster and shoot them, but they were fast, so goddamn fast.

  Romeo, a soldier in my crew, was the first I saw go down. He’d just jogged up the stairs he’d been guarding, and when I lost my shit he came my way. He should’ve stayed where the fuck he was.

  His dark shoulder-length hair and arms flailed forward before he dropped with a vibrating thud onto the landing
. He was dead on impact. Their bullets were designed that way. Hollow points.

  Same fucking bullet I used.

  They go in, but they don’t come out.

  I reached for my gun, blew out a breath, and gripped the handle just as Bella stepped in front of me. In their sight. I had zero time to react, shoot, and save her from being shot. They stormed the entire penthouse within seconds. The only sounds I heard were my men screaming at the intruders.

  They wanted her, my Bella. I didn’t know why they only killed a few on the inside, maybe ‘cause she was close. Mostly, they killed the men who held up entrances—a way in, a way out. Ivan didn’t care if she saw that shit, he was a freak show.

  So was I.

  Four men with guns ascended from behind Romeo’s body before I could stop them. They held their guns on us, but didn’t shoot. I didn’t give a fuck about that, I’d die willingly for her. But they also held Bella in their sights. Would they have shot her? Either way, I wasn’t taking chances with her life.

  They moved fast and smooth like special forces, in and out, so flawlessly you’d never have known they’d been there except for the body count they’d left behind. They all wore black: black suits, black masks, black guns. None of them spoke a single fucking word. Silence.

  Her face was the color of pain as a taser, stun gun, or some shit dropped her to her knees. That look of pain had since etched itself into my memory; it was all I could concentrate on. All I could see when I closed my eyes. Knowing that might be the last second, the last moment I would ever see her, I couldn’t break away from it. I drank her in tracing every feature I could, burning it into my memory.

  She’d shifted right before, looking at them, horror filling her eyes as she saw their wrath. I grabbed her arm shifting her, pushing her back into the bedroom. My last-ditch effort in taking over the situation and keeping her safe.

  I failed.

  And if that was it I wanted her to look at me, only me. I wanted her to know I was with her no matter what happened.

  My eyes followed hers as three of the four men stepped up; each one had a gun aimed at the three of us—Dominic, Tony, and me, so that the fourth guy was covered to pick up Bella. He searched her, patting her body for contraband. I hoped they were only looking for a cell phone, maybe a gun. I hoped they’d leave everything else intact.

  What sent me over the edge that day? Easy. The moment her fingers—her touch—left mine. Our grip was maddening and raw, and we held it for as long as we could. A struggle, a hit to the head, and me falling to the ground broke that grip. But my eyes were still on hers. Always on hers.

  He held her right hand, fanned her fingers, and slid her rings off. But I watched her eyes, the painful expression, the tears, the anger in those eyes. Her stare never broke mine, not even when she wanted to scream, not even when they took the rings from her flesh. She was strong and had strength no one I’d ever known had. She was a fighter. She’d been born into a powerful mafia family, but Bella was different than you’d expect her to be. She was full of love and naïve as hell about the real world, but only because she saw more in people than anyone else.

  I struggled to stay awake after the blow to my head, but I couldn’t break contact. I couldn’t let my weakness take my consciousness from us. It was all we had.

  I must’ve passed out after she disappeared down the stairs ‘cause I woke up in my bed. My eyes quickly scanned my surroundings before I jutted up. I clutched an icepack that lay on my head and flung it with force across the room.

  Bella?

  She was gone.

  I knew it before my feet slammed onto the cold floor.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  —Bella—

  Three days earlier

  His wailing touch and dramatic gesture were what broke my heart in a moment of weakness and would inevitably change our lives forever.

  A tear, satin and desperate for release, finally broke its barricade, ascending to its fall leaving destruction in its wake.

  I’d begun this journey running for my life the night he saved me. I was scared and desperate for salvation. Now… he was my world, the air I breathed, the one and only person I’d ever allowed to hold my soul in the palm of his protective hand.

  Love wasn’t easy, but this love… this love was inconceivable, irrevocable, undeniable, unyielding, and immortal.

  The walk to the stairs was in the depths of a slow-motion film. He turned me to his left, and all I could see was his erect image… murderous. The room spun in circles so fast I didn’t see it coming and then everything—the sounds, screams, and hate—all silenced as my knees buckled, giving out on me. I was paralyzed and betrayed by my own body. The worst part of it all… I was completely and undeniably unable to stop it.

  Our love—impeccable—left ramifications in its wake.

  Darkness and light did not mix. The things we did for love were wicked… undeniably unforgivable. It hid in the deepest part of our hearts, oozing an evil that tasted like metallic on your hot tongue if you were unfortunate enough to taste it. Those things that we did for love would send you straight to hell as it wrapped you in its dark cocoon.

  May God help whoever was on the other end of its wicked finger.

  My eyes glazed, my heart raced, and my face drew numb all before my knees hit the floor. As I slipped into the darkness of what had happened, I knew I’d pay. Another tear anchored itself to the tip of my nose, holding on just as I had. I wouldn’t let my weakness take my eyes from his, however. I’d watch him until I was no longer able, until I was inevitably taken.

  I couldn’t have foreseen what would happen that day. I simply didn’t know the ramifications of my actions.

  My eyes burned, boring into Jax’s. Screams and panic echoed across my cold flesh and screeched through my ears. They were there, feet away, ready to take me. My hand trembled as Jax squeezed it. The dark eyes I’d fallen in love with held me in their gaze even as the men attacked hitting him in the head. He collapsed onto the floor though he never broke away from me. Jax! I wanted to scream, I felt my vocal cords vibrate through my head, heard his name as I imagined I’d cried it.

  Bulbous hands gripped my body, tugging and pulling me away from him. They searched my body. Yet, even when they stripped my rings from my fingers I never let my eyes fall from his. I held them in mine knowing this was bad, the very worst. I didn’t listen. I never listened. I was a foolish girl. Ignorant of a dangerous life I’d lived since I was born. He warned me, protected me… Loved me, and I’d done what I’d always done.

  A good mafia girl knew to follow the rules of reason and obedience, having it ingrained into who she was. I, of course, had none of those things. And now I’d pay for it.

  A large man wrapped me in his arm carrying me away. My insides were numb and cold. I could’ve been dying for all I knew. I hoped.

  He was so injured. Blood from his head fell to his face, a cut? How bad could it be? Would he be okay? Would they let him live?

  “Kill them all,” the man who held me ordered in a strong Russian accent as we descended the stairs.

  Jax’s eyes slipped away just before I lost sight of them. “I’ll do anything you’d like, please don’t take them.” My cries were coated with fear that this was it, the last time I’d see him—them. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

  The man pulled me through the bloody carnage at the foyer and entrance. They were dead, dressed in the warmth of their own blood. They’d do the same to my husband and family. These animals were stripping me bare of the only people who loved me and I loved more than anything in this world.

  I imagined my soul leaving my body rushing to them, to protect them, covet them. Until the elevator door closed with me inside. I was weak, I was a traitor to them, and I hated myself for it.

  I closed my eyes to pray… Praying that God would send the Arc Angel Michael to protect them in their time of need. The cloth that pressed against my face interrupted that prayer; covering my nose and mouth, stripping me of th
e only piece of life I still had, my consciousness, before sending me spiraling into sleep.

  I woke sometime later, unaware of where I was or who I was with. My eyes narrowed in on the dark fabric first, blinking into focus. I took a deep breath as if it were the first one I’d taken in years. It filled my lungs bringing me to life, giving me strength as I pressed my hand to the bed I lay in.

  “Jax!” I gasped, rising, fueled only by fear.

  Men turned to me, leaning in to take in my reaction. One man stood and stepped closer. His large frame shadowed mine, covering me with more fear. “You’ll be home soon.”

  My mouth opened, and I wanted to speak. I wanted to know if they’d killed my family. I wanted to kill them. But I couldn’t take hearing the words knowing that Jax was gone.

  Watching their cold expressions, seeing that their souls weren’t filled with emotion; I knew then, at that very moment, I would not speak to these monsters. Killing them wouldn’t do either. No, I needed them to take me to Ivan so that I could kill him. Make him pay.

  I’d be silent. And I was. I’d been silent in the hotel also. I didn’t fight them as they escorted me through the lobby or to the car or as we ascended the steps of the private jet. I didn’t speak one single word or breathe out of turn. No, I sat in the chair and pulled the belt over my lap and held my ringless hands in my lap.

  I closed my eyes and stroked my belly, pretending it was my husband’s arms I sat protected inside of. But I wasn’t protected and Jax wasn’t holding me, and that’s when the first tear fell.

  The plane lifted into the air taking me from everything I knew, everyone I loved.

  ***

  Until the day I’d met Jax Moretti, I’d wondered if my life would be one ridiculous, boring day after the other, but that wouldn’t be the case; not for me, not for Jax, or anyone else involved in my life. Now, I’d found out just how evil and sadistic this life could be.

  I’d thought often, hell… I’d dreamt every single freaking day of what normalcy must’ve felt like. I laughed in the face of that now. I’d spent the last three days with four men. Four men, all wearing the exact same thing: black cotton shirts, cashmere jackets, shiny black shoes, and very large weapons. Only one of these men had spoken to me and when they spoke to each other, they only did so in Russian. I didn’t speak Russian, but if a person paid close enough attention, a few things became obvious.