PROTECTING HIS PRINCESS: DRAGONS FURY MC SERIES

by M. T. Ossler

  “Time to keep your sassy little mouth shut, little girl, before you get hurt like your big sister,” he growls laughing, and I keep my mouth shut not to be hit again. I’m not a little girl, but I won’t argue with him, I don’t want to get hurt like my sister. I would rather he kill me.

  They drive for a while and then pull into a hotel off the highway. The man next to me in the back seat drags me out of the car, and through the back entrance, of the hotel, to the elevator. We head up to the top level, which just happens to be the sixth floor. When the elevator doors open, I see the floor looted with men, at least two dozen. The man drags me to the end of the hall, opening the door with his keycard. He throws me in, and I land on the floor on my hands and knees. There is another goon sitting at the small table and chair by the window. His face is void of any emotions, making him look mean and ugly.

  Welcome, my new jailer for my wonderful stay here at, Prisoners R Fucked. Beatings at the hands of slimy, dirty old men during the day and no sleep at night due to the torture they shell out. You have to love my new life.

  There is no phone in the room just an alarm clock on the nightstand beside the queen size bed, that’s in the middle of the room. There’s a TV hanging on the wall in front of the bed, a dresser under the television, small table, and chair by the window. The rooms a decent size, not too cramped. I glance at the alarm and see it’s four in the afternoon. I’ve been gone for just over an hour. Dusty will know by now I took his phone and the guys will be looking for me. If my calculations are correct, we’re not too far from the Clubhouse, forty minutes tops, to the east.

  I stare at the man as I walk over to the bed to take a seat. “Can I watch TV or do I have to stare at your ugly mug all night, asshole,” I say snidely. If I have to be stuck in this room with Mr. Sunshine, I need something to keep me occupied.

  He doesn’t talk to me, he just nods his head yes. I turn to the nightstand and grab the remote. I search through the channels a few times settling on Law and Order Special Victims Unit marathon. How fitting that I’m watching a crime show and a psycho mobster rapist has kidnapped me. What have I gotten myself into now?

  I sit and stare at the TV, not really watching it; all I can think about is Dusty. I hope he doesn’t hate me for this, that would kill a part of me inside. I need to think about all the good times we’ve shared and the way I feel about him. I have to try to make it back to him and the safety of his arms. I may be young, but I think I love him. The way I hear Bella say how she felt about Gio when she was my age, is the way I feel about Dusty.

  Thank God, Anton and his men have left me alone. Well, except for the man in this room, but he hasn’t bothered to talk to me.

  Then the door swings open and I get the shock of my life. Not just dinner, the man bringing me dinner is one I never expected to see ever again in my life.

  “Leave us. Go check in with the Boss,” he says to the man, and I swear my jaw just hit the floor.

  He walks over to me with a tray of food, places it on the table by the bed before having a seat on the bed, close to me. I’m leaning against the headboard; I draw my legs up and hug my knees with my arms to my chest for protection.

  “Are you being a good, Principessa?” he asks, sounding concerned as he stares at my face. From the mirror on the wall by the TV, I can see my left eye and cheek are red and swollen. I look horrible and unrecognizable.

  I don’t answer his question; I have some of my own I need to have answered first.

  “Why are you here? Is he going to hurt me like he did Bella?” I ask the man that was supposed to protect us. The same man that was my father’s head of security, and like family to us since before I was even born. The man that brought me to Jules the night Anton killed my parents. The man that was supposed to protected and saved my sister that night from being attacked by Anton.

  “I’m not going to go into too many details. I’m here to save your ass and protect you. I would have protected your sister too... if I had known what he was going to do to her...” He shakes his head and turns to the side to compose his thoughts. I take in the words he just spoke, he’s working for Anton, so how is he going to protect me? He’s a bad man, not the good one I thought he was my whole life. Why are people I’ve loved changing and going to the dark side?

  He turns back to face me and lowers his voice. “I know Gio has been protecting you girls, I heard Jules make the call to Cindy, and I ignored it to get you all away from Antonio. He is sick, and the only reason I’m working with him is to keep you all safe from what he has planned for you,” he pauses looking around the room making sure no one is listening in.

  “I failed Bella and I’m sorry for that, but I won’t fail you. I’m going to keep you safe until Gio and your brothers get here. I know you still have that guy’s phone on you, the one you’ve been using. Don’t remove it from wherever you’re hiding it. He’s tracking it, and they know where you are. I’m suspecting he and your brothers will be here sometime tonight. So just be good and hang tight. I brought you dinner, eat and get some rest. I’m going to be staying with you.” He gets up from the bed and occupies the seat the man vacated, watching me.

  I do as I’m told and eat the hamburger, fries, and drink the root beer. When I’m done, I use the bathroom and then get comfortable in bed to continue the marathon shows I’ve been watching. The clock on the nightstand says 10:03 and I’m tired. So, I get comfortable under the covers and before long, I’m drifting off.

  I wake up in the middle of the night to gunshots and Vito lifting me off the bed. He cradles me to his chest, bringing me to the bathroom, and sets me down in the shower, ready to leave me alone. I grab his hand to stop him.

  “Please don’t leave me. I’m scared,” I say pleading with him. I don’t want to be in here alone. He nods and gets in the shower with me closing the door behind him. He pushes me to the back corner against the wall.

  He removes his gun from his holster from under his suit jacket. Then he turns back to me, places his pointer finger over his lips for me to stay quiet.

  I slide down the wall, drawing my legs to my chest, rocking myself in the corner. Vito stays close, kneeling in front of me, with his back to me, and we wait.

  The sound of gunshots is getting louder and closer. My heart is pounding in my chest so fast. I’ve never been around guns like this and never want to be again. I only go to the gun range, and that’s only been a recent development with Bella and Gio. My brothers have taken me a few times since they have been with us.

  I start shaking and whimper uncontrollably, to the point Vito has to take me in his arms to calm me. He still keeps his gun in his right hand pointed at the door.

  All hell is breaking loose outside of the room we are in. I’m pretty sure it’s my brothers, Gio, and his brothers that are here to save me and take out Anton. I hope Dusty is with them, I want to be in his arms so bad right now not Vito’s.

  I know crying is not going to help, but I can’t stop the tears as they come down. If Bella were here, she would be strong and not weak, acting like a baby like me. That’s the difference between my sister and me, she is strong in all ways, and I’m weak. I need my hand held, and I need Dusty.

  “Is that the guy?” Vito whispers in my ear. I gawk at him dumbfounded and shocked for a second wondering what he’s talking about. What guy?

  “Dusty, you got a crush on him or something, G?” he asks, and that’s when I realize I’ve been chanting his name.

  “Yeah, I think I love him. Vito, please don’t hurt him; I won’t survive losing him too. I’m not as strong as Bella,” I whimper, and then we hear the bedroom door burst open before he can answer.

  Chapter 29

  Antonio

  I’m back in this shit hole Florida, to collect my bitches and fag boy. When I get my hands on them, they are going to need weeks to recover before I can sell their asses. Izzy and my baby will be staying with me, and I will marry her and take the organization for good. Once
she has the baby, I’ll put another one in her and keep her knocked up, and locked up in my home. At least I know she’s good for one thing, she can produce. My children will rule the Mafia Families when they are old enough.

  I found a way to Gigi and Bella. Cell phones are so easily traceable if you have the right connections, even if they are burners. My man had no problem finding them. I now have Gigi in my possession and soon my Izzy. I sent a text for her, Jules and fag boy to come to the fence where my men will be waiting. They should have them in the next 20 minutes.

  I’ve had one of their club whore’s working for me since I found out where they were. She keeps me posted on them and I pay her well. She was an okay lay too. Maybe I’ll call her while I’m here to relieve some tension. Bitch can suck a dick like a vacuum cleaner.

  The whore told me how protected Izzy is at their compound and how hard it will be for me to get to her. She’s probably right. But if I know my Izzy like I think I do, she’ll find a way to sneak past the trash. She will come to me to save her sister and friends. I might have sent a little white lie in my text, saying I would keep them all under my protection if she followed my orders. That will never happen; I need them to cement my connection with the Cartels. Even the boy has a purpose for me, I’m going to whore his ass out. Men will pay a lot of money to fuck a young pretty thing like him, so I’ve been told. I don’t swing that way, I like pussy, all types of pussy. If I want to fuck someone in the ass, they better have a pussy to go along with it.

  Speaking of pussy, she should be here soon, and I’m going to need a few minutes alone with her. I need another go around with that tight pussy of hers. I hope that the biker trash hasn’t ruined it for me.

  “Sir, we have a problem. You just received a text from that burner phone you texted before. She’s not coming,” Max says. He’s one of my new men from the Hernandez Cartel. Ruthless as shit and looks mean as hell.

  “What the fuck do you mean she’s not coming? I gave her a strict order to get her fucking ass to that fence with the other two.” She better not tell the biker trash asshole of hers, that I contacted her. I will fucking kill Gigi if she doesn’t get her pregnant ass here.

  “She says she needs more time. She stuck in bed on doctors’ orders, and it’s not easy for her to get around. She says give her some time, and she’ll contact you soon. Unless you want every biker in Florida to follow them,” Max says. Fuck, I’ll give her time, because I don’t need all the trash on my ass again. They embarrassed me one too many times in front of my men. No, not going to happen again, we can wait.

  “Tell her she has until morning to figure something out or I’m going to bomb their damn Clubhouse.” He relays the message to her, and she replies immediately.

  “She said she will.”

  Now, I need to find some pussy to keep me occupied until morning. I would play with my toy in the other room, but in order for the deal to go off without a hitch, I can’t touch her. They want Jules and Gigi untouched. So, maybe I can get that club whore to make a trip here or find another bitch.

  Chapter 30

  Beast

  I enter our apartment and no one is out in the front room, but I can hear them all in our bedroom. I run right into our room, finding them all crowded around Bella trying to calm her and keep her in bed. I push my way through Torch and Tiny and make my way in. Mom has Bella in her arms while she hysterically screaming and crying and fighting to get away. Sam is trying to take her blood pressure, and Jules is behind her rubbing her back and holding her in place. Ces is in front of Bella talking to her to help calm her down.

  Fuck, I have to fix this and fast. I can’t let anything happen to her or our babies.

  Jules sees me first and moves out of the way for me to sit. I slide in behind Bella, between her and the headboard, wrapping my arms around her. The second she feels my arms and chest flat against her back, she lets go of mom and turns in my arms. I draw her closer to me, sideways as Sam finishes removing the cuff.

  There are so many people filling up our room right now, it may burst at the seams. They are all quiet not knowing how to handle this and help me placid her. The only sounds in the room are Bella’s sobs and my soothing words for her until Sam speaks up.

  “Bella, you have two choices here. One: You calm your shit down now and fast. Or two: we take you to the hospital. Your blood pressure is too high, and it could cause you to have a stroke or worse, deliver those babies early. Neither one of those are good for you or them,” Sam says firmly, and I know exactly what I need to do to get her pressure down. In order to do that, though, I’m going to need complete privacy. Time is not on my side here, but I will make this work.

  “Okay, here’s how this is all going to play out,” I shout over their mumbled voices, they all shut up and stare at me. “Everyone is leaving this apartment. Ace, take Bella’s phone and handle that shit with the guys back in the meeting room, and get to work on all the shit we need for our mission. Mom, take the girls and Ces to the kitchen in the Clubhouse and make dinner for everyone before we have to leave tonight. I’m going to stay here with my wife and calm her ass down. She and our babies cannot end up in the hospital. Now, leave!” I order, and they all disperse out of the room, except for Gator and Maddox.

  Bella doesn’t notice them or doesn’t care. “Gio, you have to get her back. He’s a sick sonofabitch, and she’s just a little girl. He’s gonna rape her like he did me, won’t he? She won’t survive it, and I could never forgive myself for letting her get away. Oh, Gio, please don’t let him touch her. Please, please! Give him me if you have to,” she screams through her tears, trembling in my arms.

  Oh, hell no, I’m not giving her to him. As for her sister, I want to promise her that I will save her sister before he touches her, but I can’t. She has a valid point, and he has had her a while. I don’t want to lie to her either, and I can’t afford to cause her any more stress.

  “We’re on it, sweetie. You are not leaving this Compound, do you hear me. That’s an order young lady. We’re doing everything we can to get her back here and to protect you,” Gator says calmly as she removes her eyes from me and faces him. “You worry about yourself and those babies growing inside you. The men will handle all the other shit and bring her home to you.” Then he looks at me.

  “You ride out at midnight. The guys and I will prepare everything for tonight. If she feels better, come down for dinner, if not text me and I’ll have it brought up to you.” With that, they leave and shut our bedroom door behind them. Once I hear the front door close and lock, I focus fully on Bella. Moving around to her side, I keep her in my arms while I slither over.

  “Baby, she’s going to be fine. The guys and I are on it, we’re going to get her tonight. I need you to lemme help you, can you trust me to do that?” I ask in a seductive tone.

  “Yeah, Gio, I trust you. I don’t want to hurt our babies or go to the hospital,” she says, wiping the rest of her tears away and breathing heavily. This is going to be easier than I thought.

  I give her a minute, soothing her and relaxing her before I go all in.

  I waste no time claiming her salty lips and removing the blanket from her sultry body. I slide her down to lay her flat on the bed. She responds to my kiss, moaning into my mouth and getting lost in the moment. I run my left hand down the length of her body to her mound and rub over my shirt. I keep her body and mind on me not giving her a chance to think of anything outside this room. Ya, my girl is only in one of my shirts, and we just had a room full of men. Thankfully, they couldn’t see much with her in my arms and the blanket covering her up to her waist.

  I researched online that sex, specifically orgasms, helps to reduce stress and with her pregnancy hormones, it’s easy to accomplish. This will work the fastest to get her pressure down and her mind off things. I asked the doctor about it today, and she agreed with me, that it would work. I could stay here for hours making her orgasm to help her.

  I lift the shir
t up her body slowly, lightly grazing her skin until I reach her breast. Her nipples are already hard and sensitive. Her moans turn in to purrs as I work her nipples between my fingers. I glide my fingers from my right hand up from her knee to her inner thigh, to her slit. And she’s already wet as fuck for me, dripping her essence on her inner thighs. I waste no time sliding my finger up and down the center of her lips, slowly. Then I insert my pointer and middle finger inside her rubbing against her walls, finding her sweet spot. Once I’m on it, my thumb lands on her clit hard drawing fast circles.

  I continue to kiss her not wanting to remove my mouth from her’s, I devour her hungry moans and purrs through our kiss. Even though, I really want to taste her pussy and eat her up. This is faster for her first orgasm. Her second will be by my mouth and maybe even her third.

  My sexy little mixon is wild and horny for more. She’s moving her hips up and down following my rhythm to help bring herself closer to release.

  I work her body, pumping in and out of her and teasing her clit. My cock is rock hard and throbbing, pressing into the zipper of my jeans, and I need to release him. I reluctantly remove my hand from her breast and undo my pants. I use my feet to remove my boots, and then drag my pants and boxers down my legs one handed. I kick my pants onto the floor with my boots. I take my beast in my hand and apply pressure to my base to hold off my own release.

  Her hips rock faster, then just like that, her body tenses before she removes her mouth from mine and screams my name. She squirts her juices all over my hand, convulsing around my fingers and her body quivers under me. I move my fingers in and out of her a few more times, as her body comes back down to earth.

  “Feeling better, baby?”

  “A little,” she purrs with a satisfied smirk on her gorgeous face.

  “Good, cause I’m just getting started.” I remove the shirt from her body, and then my kutte and shirt. Now, we’re both completely naked and skin-to-skin, the best way to be with my love. My mouth is watering for her tits and pussy. I latch onto her nipple, suckling hard at first, and then I nip and lick. Eliciting more moans and purrs out of my sexy girl. I move back and forth, from nipple to nipple, until I have my fill with them. I’m craving her delicious, sweet pussy.