Prince: Diablos MC (Diablos MC Series Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  Again, I have to be careful on how I word this. If I let the wrong information slip, we’re going to lose everything. I want to nail those mafia assholes to the fuckin’ wall. I’m gonna kill them all for what they did to this poor girl.

  “You were not safe there and your sister wanted you back.”

  I can see as soon as the bomb hits her. She gasps. “Bella is dead. My dad told me she died a while ago.”

  “Can you give me a couple of minutes? I have someone for you to meet.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” She almost yells. “Is this some type of game to you? You take me away from The Cavalari Family, try to make me feel safe and then tell me my sister is alive? You guys are sick!”

  “I’ll be back in two minutes.”

  I don’t let her say anything more and I don’t say anything more either. There’s nothing to be said at the moment.

  Chapter Twelve: Elle

  I have a sister?

  My cloudy mind is doing its best to make clarity over what was just said.

  After Prince leaves, I’m staring at the door in wonderment. How could someone just leave after dropping a ball like that on me? I don’t understand how someone could be that cruel to do it.

  After everything I have been through, I never in my wildest dreams thought my sister was still alive. Our father sold me to a mafia family who quickly sold me to another mafia family. And then to another one. I became a major selling piece for them until I got to The Cavalari Family.

  With them, I was treated like a whore, but I was able to have a night off every week. That night was usually spent sleeping and taking a bunch of showers to wash the stench of these men off my body. Every once in a while, they would call me on my night off to entice me to come to a party. The only way I would go to one of those parties is if they paid me. Not the family. Me.

  There’s yelling going on wherever we are and I hear people smashing what sounds like beer bottles through the windows. I have been staring out the windows off and on for the time I have been awake.

  Where I was kept with the family was in a little room with one small window in it. The carpet was threadbare and the walls had this nasty yellow tint to it. It looked as if someone either puked or threw yellow paint at it.

  I hated it there.

  Here, I’m looking out the windows because I’m allowed to. I’m able to see the outside and not have to worry about the consequences.

  The door creaking open startles me from my window gazing and I turn my head to see the face of a ghost. All along I thought she was dead. My dad told me she had died!

  Standing in front of me is my sister. Bella. Who is now a woman. I can’t believe it. She and I would look a lot alike if it wasn’t for my bleached hair.

  “Elle!” She cries and runs towards me at breakneck speed. Bella is on the bed and wrapping her arms around my neck.

  The feeling of a “good touch” is so foreign to me now that I wince. It’s not something I’m used to and I don’t know how I feel about this.

  Bella’s worried eyes meet mine and she cries. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were dead. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m glad they were able to find you!” She blubbers.

  I do my best to straighten my back in hopes it would throw her off. I want her to not touch me. I don’t like it.

  “Dad told me you were dead, too!” I mumble. Tears start to flood my eyeballs but I think I’m all out of the allotted tears I’m allowed to cry in my life.

  There’s a man that puts his hand on Bella’s shoulder and I stare at the hairy knuckles that are rough looking. You can tell he has lived a hard life full of violence and whatever else has come his way.

  He scares me.

  Bella looks at him with wonderment and then to me with a watery smile. “This is my boyfriend, Beast,” she introduces him.

  I almost smirk. It is the perfect play off of the Disney movie Beauty and The Beast.

  “Hi,” I answer.

  He smirks a little on the side of his face and then turns his attention on my sister. “You shouldn’t overwhelm her too much. You know she needs some time to get used to what life is like here.”

  What life is like here? No way I’m staying here.

  My panic starts to rise quicker and quicker as the seconds tick on. I can’t stand it. I begin to shake my head violently from left to right. My hands shake and tremble from my fear.

  “Yo, Prince! We got us a problem!” Beast shouts over his shoulder.

  It is a matter of seconds before Prince is ducking his head through the door to see what is going on. He does it natural like he is supposed to be the one to look after me.

  “What seems to be the problem?” He asks in his deep voice. The sound of his voice both frightens me and calms me at the same time.

  “I dunno, prez. I just told Bella that her sister had to get used to the way it was here and she started to freak out.”

  Hearing him say it again, I tuck my face into my uprooted knees guarding my chest.

  “Everyone out!” Prince demands.

  Bella is looking longingly at Beast in hopes of him changing Prince’s mind. Instead of Beast doing what she wanted, he helps her get up and drags her out of the room by her wrist.

  “I will be right outside this door!” She calls out as Prince slams the door in her face.

  I want to tell him how rude that was. However, there’s something about how dark his face looks that tells me not to.

  He eats the space up in two steps before he’s in front of me. Prince sits on the edge of the bed but doesn’t make a move to touch me. I’m glad he can tell when to touch me and when not to.

  “What happened?” He asks me.

  I shake my head and look around the room. Anything I can focus on besides his tantalizing eyes. “I need my stuff I came with,” I answer finally.

  “Why?”

  Shouldn’t he know the answer why? I’m not going to be in another gang and have my body sold like it was before. “I need to get out of here. Where is my stuff?”

  I take stock of what I’m wearing and realize that I have everything. I wasn’t allowed to have a cellular phone or any other electronics with The Calavari Family. Which means the only thing in this room that belongs to me is my clothes.

  “Never mind,” I murmur as I push the blanket off of me.

  I look down at my legs to see they are still blue from all of the bruises I had sustained while working as a prostitute.

  Prince looks down at what I’m looking at and he winces. “Look, I’m not telling you it’s gonna be easier here. I’m not telling you we will treat you like a queen or anything. What I am telling you is you need to stay here so we can get you back to one hundred percent.”

  I shake my head. “No! I will not go back to being a prostitute. I couldn’t do it again! I will clean and I will balance your books. Please don’t make me become a prostitute again. I can’t do it!” I cry.

  “That’s why you got so upset? You were worried we would make you sleep with us? Baby, we can get pussy whenever we want. I have never had to force a woman to do anything with me she didn’t want to. And that’s okay,” Prince rambles on about this.

  I feel stupid that I just assumed. I still look around the room to see if there is anything of mine in here just because. Just because I need to not focus on Prince’s beautiful and rugged face.

  Chapter Thirteen: Prince

  She thought we brought her here to be a whore? The thought of forcing a woman to suck my dick and let me fuck her ass has me wanting to gag. I would never force one of these club whores to fuck me.

  I don’t need to.

  Every single one of these chicks would trip over themselves to get to me because of my title. They all want to nail down the president.

  Sure, there are some honest girls here who are looking for love. Some of the brothers are stupid enough to wife some of these whores. Some of them are even stupid enough to knock one of them up.

  I push that thoug
ht out of my mind. I can’t think about Cass tonight. I’m already stretched too thin with worrying about the mob and trying to flush these drugs out of Elle’s system.

  “Why did you bring me here?” She weakly asks.

  I ask myself the same question. “Because you didn’t deserve to be used as some mob chew toy.”

  “But you brought me here to be your chew toy?”

  I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, Elle. You’re so fucking funny.”

  “I’m glad you find me humorous.”

  I pat her on her thin knee which is uncovered by the blanket. “I don’t find anything about this humorous. I think it’s disgustin’ you think I would rescue you and put my club and the lives of my brothers in danger to save you. I don’t want to force you to fuck me or anyone here. Until you get that through your head, you will be living in misery.”

  She gasps. “I, uh, I…”

  “Yeah, you don’t know what to say because you’re not used to not being used. I don’t need to force anyone to giving me pussy or head,” I counter.

  Her eyes glaze over and her body begins to shake from emotions. “I’m so fucked up.”

  I shrug. “Yeah, but then again, we all are.”

  We sit in silence for a couple of minutes as she calms herself down. I don’t want to bring Bella back in here and stress Elle out even more than she already is. That’s the last thing we need.

  She shifts her leg under my hand to get closer to me. I feel the smoothness of her skin brush against my forearm and I feel the urge to touch her. To really touch her smooth skin to let her know there is such thing as good people.

  But I don’t.

  Elle moves her face closer to mine. I feel her hot breath on my face teasing me to lean in closer to her. I want to kiss her. A powerful force comes over me and it pushes me to lean into her lips.

  My lips are hovering over hers. I look down to see her beautiful eyes are closed and her cheeks are blushing from her arousal. I know she thinks she has to do this.

  I want to do it. I want to kiss her and let her know that I want her.

  Fuck.

  The second our lips brush against each other, she moans out loud. Her lips are soft as pillows. Her scent from being washed with a sponge fills my nose. It smells feminine.

  I move my hand on her knee to trace little circles on the rough skin of her leg. Elle tries to sneak her tongue in my mouth but I don’t follow with her silent command.

  I know she wants to get it over with.

  Instead, I break the kiss and move my hand off of her skin. She groans out in despair.

  “Whuh?” She whimpers.

  I shake my head. “I’m not gonna do somethin’ you’re gonna regret later. When you’re ready and you’re wantin’ somethin’ like me, you’ll know.”

  I don’t say anything else as I get off the bed and let Bella back into my room.

  I do turn to look at her one more time. Her lips are still puckered and reddish-pink from kissing me. She looks beautiful.

  “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” I mumble to her before leaving my room.

  I need to fight someone.

  Chapter Fourteen: Elle

  Bella is back in the room as soon as Prince opens the door.

  I’m sitting here on this man’s bed about to throw myself at him because I think I had to.

  Is that the only reason? Is that the only reason why I tried to make a move on him? Because I thought I had to?

  I don’t even know the answer to that question. I don’t even know if I want to know the answer. I have been so used to being told what to do and how often I needed to do it that I don’t even know what I want to do.

  I’m a fucking mess.

  Bella’s trying to get my attention and I snap out of my thoughts over the broody Prince. My lips still tingle from his kiss, though.

  My thighs ache from squeezing them tight together to ease the ache.

  Nothing is going to work besides Prince.

  I have never had sex with someone that hadn’t paid for my services. No one in the mob ever asked me out on a date or even asked me if I wanted to sleep with them. Everything was taken from me. Every kiss, every orgasm that was forced out of my body was taken from me.

  I don’t even know if I’m a good kisser or good in bed. No wonder Prince didn’t want to kiss me or do anything with me. I’m all used up.

  And that’s what makes me sad. It makes me sad that I’m well used goods. There’s no new car smell with me.

  “What happened to dad? Have you seen him lately?” Bella asks me.

  I shake my head. “I haven’t seen him since he sold me to that family,” I whisper.

  Her eyes fill with silent tears. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t know where you were.”

  I pat her on her hand that was hovering mine. “You didn’t know. There is no reason for you to be sorry over something you didn’t know.”

  “I could have saved you, though.”

  Letting out a mirthless laugh, I can’t help but wince. “There was no saving me. You would have had to buy my services. The Calavari Family is never going to give me up. They are going to wait to strike to take me back. Dad sold me to get rid of his debt. He knew what to do and how to do it.”

  Bella embraces me in another hug. Her full hair hits me like a ton of bricks in my face. The silky feeling of her clean hair reminds me how badly I need to shower. I need to wash off the filth of being a whore for all of these years. Maybe then I will feel like a normal person.

  “Bella, do you think I could take a shower?” I ask cautiously.

  While living with the family, I was only allowed to take a shower if I were entertaining the people who paid for me. I was never allowed to take a shower just because I wanted to. I had to be shaved expertly, my hair had to be shiny and my makeup was done to make me look like the whore I was. It never failed.

  “Yes! Of course. Let me get Beast and you can take a shower in his room at the club. I will give you some clothes to wear.”

  Tears spring to my eyes again. I hate that all I want to do is cry. I want to stop being a blubber baby.

  Bella jumps off the bed and opens the door to her boyfriend at the door. Her boyfriend looks through the crack at the door and nods at me. I don’t say anything to him or nod back. I don’t know what to say.

  “Can Elle use your room to take a shower? She wants to shower. I’m going to give her an outfit to change in to.”

  Her boyfriend nods. “Yeah, sure. She can. I will tell you right now, baby, she’s not gonna fit in your clothes.”

  Bella fake punches him in the stomach.

  “I didn’t mean it like that, baby. You know you’re sexy as fuck. But Elle is very tiny.”

  Bella bows her head against her boyfriend’s chest in sadness. “I know. I’m scared.”

  He swats her on the ass. “Elle, come on. I’ll take you to my room.”

  He waves at me to hurry up. I climb out of Prince’s bed on wobbly legs. My body screams at me for the mistreatment for all of these years. I know my legs are wobbly from all of the bruises and beatings I had taken.

  “What’d you do to piss off the prez?” Her boyfriend asks. I think she called him Beast? That’s a strange name.

  “I, uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble incoherently.

  “Bull shit. You must have done something. He came out of his room like his dick was on fire!”

  I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

  Bella just giggles in the background. “I think Elle has a crush on Prince!”

  My face turns hot and not because of the heat in the clubhouse. In all actuality, the clubhouse is really cold with a stale stench of beer and nasty vagina smell.

  “Ha ha,” Beast laughs. “That’s classic.”

  “I would like to take a shower, please,” I mutter.

  Chapter Fifteen: Prince

  Her haunted eyes follow me as I walk into the main room of the clubhouse with all the club
whores trying to get some tonight with a couple of brothers. I walk right into the middle of the mating fest and bark an order for a beer from one of the prospects.

  Jimmy or Johnny, I can’t remember his name, stumbles towards me with a beer. “Here ya go, prez.”