Silent Sons MC Box Set

by Ambere Sabo

  A myriad of emotions flashes across my father’s face—shock, confusion, anger. He quickly shutters his eyes before I can figure things out. “What do you mean you need a pink bow?”

  “It seems the ultrasound was wrong. Our baby is a little girl. She’s precious and perfect. She has…” my voice catches. I swallow hard then continue, “She has Selena’s lips. You’re going to love her, Grandpa.”

  “Humph,” he stands and walks to the door, peering out. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  I don’t understand his behavior, but I can’t find it in me to care at the moment.

  He returns with two cups of coffee. The anger previously on his face has been replaced with a look I know well. He’s found a solution to a problem.

  I sip the awful hospital coffee and wait. A couple hours pass with no word on the baby or Alex. Finally, the doctor from earlier comes in. His eyes widen when he sees my father sitting next to me. I understand. He looks pretty imposing to strangers. The doctor’s eyes are sad as he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ortiz. We did everything we could. She was in distress too long before her birth. There was nothing we could do.”

  I crumble to the floor. I know my weakness probably disgusts my father, but my broken heart can’t muster up two fucks to give.

  “Give us a few minutes to get her cleaned up, then we’ll let you spend some time with her. Again, I’m so sorry.”

  I can’t seem to get my tears to stop as I sit on the shiny tiled floor of the private waiting room. After a few minutes, my father settles in the seat near me and drops a comforting hand on my shoulder.

  A nurse arrives to show us to the room where I can hold my little girl for the last time. “You’ll see some bruising on her and marks where the mask was as they administered CPR. She wasn’t in any pain though. Take your time with her. I have a packet of information for you, so you can tell us what arrangements you wish for her.”

  I open the folder and see the official declaration of my daughter’s existence. A single date marks her life. My vision blurs

  “I’ll take those,” my father steps in, gently taking the folder from me.

  I’m grateful for his assistance in something I never imagined I’d have to deal with.

  I stand over the tiny clear box holding my daughter, wrapped in a pink blanket. Her lips and face are swollen. She doesn’t look like she looked at home. I reach one finger out to rub her cheek. The nurse steps up beside me.

  “You can pick her up. You’re not going to hurt her.” She scoops her up and settles her in my arms.

  My father leaves me alone to say goodbye to the little piece of my heart that I barely got to say hello to. I whisper words of love and nonsense to her. The amount of time I spend shut away from the world is altogether too long and yet, not nearly long enough. When my father returns, I place a final kiss on her tiny forehead and lay her to rest in the bassinet.

  “We need to go by the front desk to see where they’ve taken Alex. I have to be the one to tell her about…” my voice breaks, unable to say it out loud.

  “Of course,” he says gruffly.

  When we get to the receptionist’s desk, he says, “My daughter-in-law was supposed to be brought in hours ago. Can you tell us where she is? Her name is Alexandria Ortiz.”

  The lady taps away on her keyboard, then frowns. “Are you sure they were bringing her here?”

  “Of course, I’m sure. Our daughter was brought in on the first ambulance. A second ambulance was to bring my wife,” I nearly shout.

  “I’m sorry, sir. I have no record of her being admitted. The last ambulance that checked in brought in a newborn baby girl.”

  “Let’s go, Son. We’ll go to your house and see what’s going on.”

  When we arrive, the front door stands open. Things are broken, scattered. I rush through our bedroom and into our bathroom. The spot where I left Alex is bare, except for the large pool of blood. The dead man in the corner has been joined by another dead body—the paramedic who was working on Alex the last time I saw her. Bullet holes puncture the wall.

  “Were these bodies here, when you left?” my father asks.

  “The one in the bedroom and that one,” I say, pointing to the man slumped next to the tub. “That guy was the paramedic I left trying to save Alex.”

  “Did you shoot the other two?”

  “No, Alex did.”

  “Maybe she was worthy of being your wife after all,” he said as he leaned over to push the shirt sleeve up of the man by the tub.

  At his sharp inhale, I look to see what he sees. The Asesino Cartel’s symbol. The same family that took Selena from me was in my house. They hurt my Alex. The rest of my heart shatters on the spot. I know I’ll never lay eyes on my Alex again. They take and kill and never return.

  “We can see exactly what happened,” my dad says.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Son, when you had me install your security system, I had them upgrade from your request, so that your entire home would be under constant surveillance. I protect what’s mine.”

  “You watch it and confirm who it was. I can’t watch her last moments. But I want the bastards who did this to pay,” I growl.

  “Go wait outside. I’ll watch and let you know,” he offers as he pulls out his phone.

  When he comes out, he gives me a list of names. Even tells me which one walked out my front door with Alex’s limp body thrown over his shoulder. He hands me a scrap of paper with the license plate of the car they left in.

  I don’t respond to anything. I’m in shock.

  “I’ll have my crew come clean everything up. You can let me know what you want to do with the house later.”

  ***

  Present…

  I never brought myself to watch the video, no matter how I longed for glimpses of my girls.

  I became the man I swore I never would that night. Not twenty-four hours after my Alex took her last breath, over thirty of their men died by my hands. I worked my way through lieutenants and generals before I had the information that I needed. Who had called in the hit on my Alex and our daughter.

  Jesus Armijo. He wasn’t the head of the family, but he was a very high-ranking member of the Asesino. He cried as I took the lives of his wife and daughter, slitting their throats in front of him. He screamed as he watched me cut each limb from his teenaged son before the boy finally went into shock, and he too died with my knife to his throat.

  I felt nothing in the hours that I spent torturing the man who felt the need to play God with my family—cutting each finger and toe from his body, then his dick and his tongue. But the fear I saw in his eyes when I explained that his pain wouldn’t end there gave me a high like I’d never felt before. He knew I’d follow through with my promise.

  And I have. Every family member he ever had has paid the price for the death of my Alex and our daughter. An entire family wiped from existence, and I regret nothing.

  After that night, I closed off my heart, not letting anyone or anything in. No one on this Earth could take my Alex’s place. My father tried many times to sway me. He’d send girls by the dozen to my homes. Wanting someone to carry on our legacy. How would the cartel survive without an heir to the throne, he’d asked. I didn’t care, the cartel could go up in flames when we both went to hell. It made no difference to me.

  The woman I loved and our child were gone. I buried my baby and my wife’s empty casket beside the resting place of the other life this legacy cost me, my sister, Selena. Matching headstones marked three lives cut far too short. I refused to lose another soul who didn’t deserve it. I embraced the name they gave me, Enterrador, the Undertaker, and that became all that I was.

  I went from the man who handled the books to a full-blown general in the Infierno cartel practically overnight. Anyone who questioned my rise to power was quickly silenced with a bullet to the head. My legend among the men grew, and no one dared to go against me.

  Epilogue

  Adan


  I had no intention of taking Lilly for myself. I’d been told hundreds of times over the years that they’d finally found a girl I would want. Someone that would thaw the ice from my heart. Every man in the Infierno cartel knew what my Alex looked like, but a picture could never do her beauty justice.

  I went to see the women Wrecker swore would finally turn my head out of mere curiosity. He was one man who’d never made a claim before, and I knew he dealt with a lot of American girls. Wrecker was one of our top suppliers in the states, that alone got him higher within our ranks. The fact that he was Caine’s family helped too.

  Human trafficking was a very lucrative business for us, though it was one I wished we didn’t deal with. No matter how immoral it may be, my father only cared about the price tags many men were willing to pay for the beauties we provided. And hell, did they pay. Nothing was off limits to the Infierno cartel as long as the money was there.

  Going to Blue Bells that day may have started out as nothing more than a curiosity, but it ended up turning my world on its axis for more than one reason. At first, I thought it was just a wasted trip as I only saw Reine. The art that spanned her body was beautiful, but my Alex would never have done such a thing to herself.

  Lilly wept into her hands when we arrived, and I couldn’t see her face. But when she finally looked up, she looked so much like my Alex it made my heart skip. She was all Wrecker promised she’d be and more. There were some slight differences in their features, but the eyes and hair were practically identical. I couldn’t help but touch her just to prove it wasn’t all a dream.

  Everything would’ve been perfect, and Lilly would’ve been mine if Wrecker and Caine hadn’t screwed it up. Reine should’ve never been there. I didn’t care what Wrecker felt she’d cost him over the years. She was the Princess of his MC and should’ve been off-limits. Throw in her lover, an Enforcer for another MC no less, and the deal was doomed from the start. I was lucky to have made it out of there unharmed, but I lost some of my best men that day at Blue Bells. Men I considered family. In time, the Silent Sons will pay for their hand in that.

  At first, I wanted Wrecker's head on a platter for it, but killing the father of a woman won’t win you any accolades with her. Waiting for her brother Havoc to handle it took much longer than I could’ve imagined, but it couldn’t be me or anyone under my command. Wrecker may have sold her to me, but I wouldn’t give her any reason to hate me. That was one of the only reasons Havoc left my compound with Rose alive.

  Over the last year, I’ve learned everything I can about Lilly, while waiting for her to be mine. I know how much her brother means to her. So, I couldn’t kill him that day no matter how easy it would’ve been. The tunnel explosion was an order from my father, and had it cost Havoc his life there would’ve been hell to pay.

  I wouldn’t have minded if it took the life of that damn man she thinks holds her heart. I’ve seen the way she looks at the one they called Gunner, and that problem would have to be taken care of sooner or later. As long as he doesn’t touch her, I may let him live to ride another day.

  Lilly is mine, I own her, and I plan to collect my property, but I know how much sweeter it would be if she came to me willingly, giving herself to me mind, body, and soul. She just had to see the man behind the monster that I’ve become. The man I was. But if I must, I’ll go collect her myself. Nothing will stop me from making her mine.

  Now that I’m healed from the bullet I took that night, the time had come, and she is coming home to me.

  Let the games begin…

  Dearest Lilly,

  I’ve dreamed of you every night since the day you became mine. The issues with your father had to be dealt with, but now that he’s gone from this world, I can focus on what truly matters… you. The time has come, my beauty. I’ll see you soon.

  Enterrador

  Lilly

  A Silent Sons MC Novel

  Book Four

  Ambere Sabo

  Copyright

  All rights reserved.

  Lilly A Silent Sons MC Novel Book four

  Copyright 2018 © Ambere Sabo

  Published by: Ambere Sabo

  Edited by: Charlotte Stanley

  Cover by Designs by Dana

  Format by: Ambere Sabo

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from Ambere Sabo, the author/publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental

  Synopsis

  I had plans for my life.

  Graduate from UT Austin's nursing program...

  Work at Dells Children's Hospital...

  Get married and have a family...

  Stay the hell away from club life...

  Simple plans, right?

  That's what I thought anyway. Until my father had to go and ruin it all in one damn day. My only solace with all the crazy of club life, cartels, and psychos, is that I found Gunner...

  A man who could make the crazy that has become my life worth it. If only he didn't see me as off limits. Can I make him see me as more than Havoc's kid sister before the psycho comes to claim me? Or am I doomed to be an unwilling replacement for a woman I know nothing about?

  Warning

  This novel includes graphic situations with detailed violence, sex, and language. It may be offensive to some readers and includes situations that may be triggers for certain individuals. This book is intended for a mature audience.

  Dedication

  In life, there are times that test us.

  Times that make us forget who we are, and what we're capable of.

  If your lucky enough to find people that can drag you out of these times

  and make you remember who you are, never lose them.

  They are worth more than gold.

  Michelle and Jennifer, you are this for me.

  I can’t begin to explain how much your friendship means to me.

  Love you always.

  Prologue

  Lilly

  I’ve had a year from absolute hell. Between my fucked-up father trying to sell me to a psychopath. To finding out that dear old dad was trafficking girls, some of them my very own sisters. To listening to two of my best friends actually take his life. Honestly, I didn’t think it could get much worse. Famous last words, right? And I never could’ve been more wrong.

  That psychopath I mentioned, well he thinks that I’m his to do with as he pleases. Apparently, I remind him of his dead wife, and he’ll stop at nothing until he has me. What kind of sick twisted shit is that? Honestly, I’m scared to death.

  I was the sheltered one growing up. Cessy and Havoc made sure of that. Any time I spent at the Reapers was done with one of them at my side. I didn’t see the club they way they did. I didn’t see the bad. Knowing what I do now, I’m thankful for it, but back then?

  Well back then, sometimes I hated them for it. I thought my brother wanted all of our father’s time, and attention. That he didn’t want me in the way, so he would have Cess babysit me. I didn’t understand that Havoc was protecting me, as best any big brother could anyway.

  After Havoc left and joined the Sons, I saw how much my father didn’t care for me. How much me being around seemed to irritate him. But he was still my father, and I was a little girl who just wanted him to love me. I tried everything for him to look at me like he used to look at Havoc, with pride, but no matter what I did it never happened.

  “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” he used to t
ell me. Some bullshit excuse as to why he couldn’t be bothered to spend time with me. Hell, get to know me. He had a kingdom to rule, and I just didn’t understand. In reality, I was a girl and that meant I had no real worth in his eyes. Unless you count the price tag he put on me.

  In all of the craziness from the last year, not everything has been bad. I found my solace, my peace, Gunner. He was the one to catch me when I fell apart after we escaped from my father and the cartel. He’s made sure I was safe through it all and became someone I can lean on. The sexy ex-marine has my heart, and I don’t think he even knows it. To him, I’m just his brother's kid sister, and completely off limits.

  Fuck that! I’m tired of being the little girl that needs to be sheltered, to be taken care of. I know how to protect myself. Havoc made sure of that years ago. I’m finishing nursing school in a few months, and then I’ll show Gunner just what I am—his. And I'll be damned if I let anyone stand in my way.

  Chapter 1

  Gunner

  That letter, god that fucking letter. It’s been months since it arrived at the Dominion clubhouse, and it still feels like a bad fucking joke. I grimace as I remember how Havoc flipped shit after I finished reading it—as in literally started tossing things around church.

  Chaos is the only way to explain what happened after we found out Enterrador was still alive and kicking. Panic from the Ol’ Ladies for a girl they look at as a sister. Demands for answers from the brothers of both clubs. Me, utterly frozen with my mind working a million miles a minute. We’d thought the bastard was dead, and Lilly would be safe. How could we get it so fucking wrong?

  Now, we walk on eggshells around the subject. Enterrador won’t stop until he has her, or so he says, but she isn’t his to take. For now, he’s content sending her flowers and gifts in some fucked up way of courting her. But eventually he will come for her, and none of us have any clue how to stop it.