“What the fuck is this?” he demands almost angrily.
Cool as can fucking be, Gavino is the first to speak. “We thought that maybe you could enlighten us on why fifteen of these bags and one that is already in my possession from the last run is contaminated with what we assume to be Levamisole?” he asks.
Kade’s face turns white as a sheet, his eyes begin to dart around and then he sucks in a deep breath. I assume that when he speaks, he’s going to impart some serious fucking wisdom on us, but instead he turns his head to the side and lets out a heavy sigh, as if he almost expects this shit.
“I’ll take care of it,” he murmurs.
“You’ll tell me what the fuck you know,” I roar, fed up with this shit. “I got a sick whore and God knows what would have happened had all this shit been delivered, not only to other people but what Gavino would have done to me, to my club.”
Kade’s gaze lifts to mine, but he looks pissed as fuck instead of looking remorseful or even slightly worried.
“I said I’d take care of it, and I will,” he growls.
I open my mouth to speak again, but Gavino beats me to it. “One of your women?” he guesses.
Kade’s face twists into what I can only describe as pain. “Fuck,” I grunt.
His bitch got jealous and contaminated thousands of dollars worth of product, she could have killed one of my whores, a woman that I also consider a friend. Without thinking about my words, I take a step forward.
“I want her. I want her brought to me,” I demand.
Kade shakes his head, he opens his mouth, but once again Gavino beats him. “I will send my men to fetch her. Now tell us which one before I have them all brought to me. If I bring them all, none of them will walk out of here alive, friend.”
“Friend?” he spits.
Gavino clears his throat as he stands and takes a step toward Kade. “Yes, friend. Any other man I would not even allow him to make this right. He and his whores would be dead. You, friend, I am allowing a second chance. Fuck me over, fuck this over and you will disappear with the whore.”
“Red,” he grinds out. “It was Red.”
I don’t miss the way he flinches saying her name, admitting that she not only fucked him over but almost got him and potentially dozens of other people killed. I won’t call them innocent, because they are all addicted to drugs and doubtfully the purest of souls in this world, but they don’t deserve to die that way and neither does Pinkie.
Gavino dips his chin to Arlo who already has his phone out and is punching buttons.
“Kade,” I call out.
He shifts his gaze from Gavino to me, anger obvious on his face. “How long have you known?” I ask.
I wait for his response. The room is silent as Mountain, Gavino, and Arlo wait as well. “I didn’t think she’d do it. Not in a million years. I thought that it was just a threat, just something to say to attempt to keep me in line. She was jealous and outright angry when she found out that I was with other women when I went to New York a few weeks ago.” His gaze cut to Gavino, the blame clear as he stares at him.
“Where’d she get the shit?” I ask, unknowing of what that fucking stuff even is, let alone how she would know about it.
“I don’t know,” he mutters.
Turning my head, I look at Gavino, hoping that my silent demand is agreed to. We need to find out where she got it, how she even got the idea to use it to cut the coke. I assumed his women were just women that he seduced, or fuck, even bought.
Red isn’t just some whore if she knew how to get Levamisole. She knew exactly what she was doing when she sent one as a tester, then send the rest with the next batch. This wasn’t just some revenge plan. This is something so much more and I want to know what it is exactly.
BELLAROSA
There is a knock on the door and Kora runs to open it. She’s dressed for the day, her hair and teeth brushed. I may not be good for much when it comes to domestic things, especially cooking, but at least I am able to help Kora get ready for the day.
I don’t know why I hold my breath when Kora opens the door. Cursing myself for being a fool, I realize that there is no way Drago would knock on the door to his own house.
Presley’s gaze meets mine from the other side of the door and I don’t miss the expression of pity that quickly appears, then disappears on her face.
“What time should I expect Kora back?” I chance asking, attempting to be brave.
Presley smiles down at Kora, then lifts her eyes to mine. “School ends at three-fifteen, but I’ll probably stay after for a bit. I’ll bring her home around four-thirty. If I’m going to be any later, I’ll call the house, I have the number on file at the school,” she explains.
I frown, shifting my gaze over to the clock on the microwave in the kitchen. It’s only just seven in the morning. That means I’ll be here for the next nine and a half hours, completely alone. I have no clue what I’m going to do.
Kora begins to walk toward Presley then stops in her tracks. She turns around slowly, then she makes her way back over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. Placing one of my palms on the top of her head, I lift my gaze to Presley who is smiling widely at us.
“See you after school, Bella,” Kora murmurs. Without another word, she drops her arms, turns around and skips off toward the door.
“I love this,” Presley whispers with tears shimmering in her eyes.
She places her hand on her belly and my eyes widen. There is a very small bump, I didn’t even notice it yesterday while she was here.
“Are you?” I ask, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.
She nods. “Yeah,” she whispers.
“I’m really happy for you.”
She grins, lifts her hand then turns from me and walks down toward her car. Making my way to the front door, I watch as she slips inside. Kora waves at me from the backseat, Buster lifts his chin like his father and in just a moment the car is gone and I’m left alone.
Making my way back inside, I lock the door behind me and look around the house. I tidied up last night before I went to bed. There isn’t much for me to do, other than maybe deep clean and to be honest, I’m not sure how great of a job I would even do at that.
Looking over at the television, I contemplate turning it on to see what’s playing, but I decide against it. I didn’t really like television much when I was little, plus there’s the fact that this one has three remote controls makes me a bit nervous. I’m afraid that I would hit a wrong button.
With a heavy sigh, I decide to make something to eat and go outside on the back patio. Grabbing a small glass of orange juice, I take a piece of raisin bread wrapped in a paper towel and head toward the sliding glass back door.
There is a small table with two chairs, so I set my food and drink down before I situate the chair so that I can look out at the backyard.
The grass is brown and dead, there are rocks set up all around the perimeter of the yard and it all just looks a bit sad, it reminds me of myself. Sometimes I feel dead on the inside with a rock wall built around me. I’m alone too. For the first time in three years, I’m completely alone. There is no Carmella downstairs, there are no guards, no clients, nothing.
Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath.
Could it be?
Could Drago be right?
Am I finally free?
I could walk out of this house without a second glance back and nobody would know for over nine hours. Though I carry his mark on my leg, I could leave. He may find me, but maybe he wouldn’t. There’s a sensation deep in my stomach though. The one that niggles at me. I don’t want to be free of him, he was right on that note.
Licking my lips, I let out a sigh. I enjoy the way he possesses me and he’s been gone from my side for too long. I hate that. Never did I think that I would want him to be right next to me, he knew it though. From first sight, he knew that I would love the way he owns me. I do and him—I love him.
I open
my eyes only to see something dark blocking my view.
Then the world around me goes completely black.
Chapter Twenty-Four
DRAGON
Three women are drug into the small shed and I hear Silver grunt next to me. “That’s Red and Blue, there was a third, but she ain’t the one I met. Christo, I wonder what happened to her?” he asks.
I wait for a fourth, thinking that perhaps he has added to his women, but she doesn’t come. Apparently, Kade has switched up his harem. Interesting. Tilting my head to the side, I look to the one who is most likely Blue. Her lip is trembling, along with her entire body.
“Tie them to chairs,” I instruct.
It took way too fucking long for these women to get here, which is the biggest problem with doing business out of state. It makes for sticky fingers, and in this case, fingers that can’t stay out of the product. I want to know why, and now I want to know who girl number three is.
Kade is standing behind them, his eyes watching, but he hasn’t made his presence known yet. I watch him, waiting to see if he has a reaction to them at all. He doesn’t. His gaze is stony, his eyes almost void as he takes in his three naked women who are now tied to rusted chairs in the middle of a small, hot as balls shed.
“So, Red. I hear you’re a little upset with your man,” I begin.
Her head jerks and her eyes meet mine. She lifts her chin, a slow smile spreading across her devious face.
“I’m never angry,” she purrs.
I read her lie for what it is. The bitch continues to watch me, still unaware of Kade’s presence.
“Care to explain to me why you cut Kade’s product with Levamisole?” I ask.
Her body stiffens and her eyes widen. I watch as her mouth drops slightly and her head shakes once before she schools her obvious surprise at my knowledge of her actions. She licks her lips, her eyes dropping slightly in a false show of submission.
“We were short. I needed to make the order the right amount or Kade was going to take it out on me. It wasn’t my fault, the supplier was the one who fucked up, not me, but I knew that Kade wouldn’t take that for an answer. He beats us,” she whispers, lifting her watery eyes to mine.
I don’t look up to Kade for confirmation, I know her story is false. I don’t even need to look to Kade, the look of pure shock on Blue and the other woman’s face is enough to tell me the truth.
Making my way closer to Red, I sink down to my haunches in front of her. She gives me a weak, fake as fuck smile and lowers her lids a bit more. This bitch sure loves playing a role, but that is all she’s doing—playing.
Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek and run my thumb along her bottom lip, I can play too. “Red, baby. Tell me where the rest of the actual pure product is,” I rasp.
She trembles against my hand, another false move, but she should get an A for effort. She bites her bottom lip, then licks it and touches her tongue to the pad of my thumb.
“He brought in someone new. He forgot about me, tossed me around and sent me off like some common whore to service his contacts. When the supplier came, he hid half of the product for me so that I could sell it myself,” she whispers.
“You fucking cunt,” Kade roars from behind us.
Red’s body attempts to jerk again, but her binds make it impossible for her to go far. A slow smile spreads across my face.
“You set me up,” she breathes.
I snort. “You are one dumb bitch. Did you think nobody would figure it out? Did you think I would protect you? You fucked with my product, you fucked with Gavino Santoro’s product. You are one stupid fucking woman,” I point out.
“No, it was to fuck with Kade. You were supposed to figure out it was him and kill him,” she grinds out.
“You just confessed to the whole thing.”
Her eyes narrow. “You were going to help me set him up and I was going to give you the product. I still have it hidden. Now you’ll never know where it is,” she announces, snapping her lips closed dramatically.
Standing, my hand drops to my side for just a moment, then I fist her hair tightly, tugging her neck so far back that it’s in danger of snapping off. Kade takes another step toward us, but I lift my eyes to his and narrow them until his feet fucking halt.
“I won’t help you do shit. You could have got my men killed or in a fucking war,” I growl.
Her eyes are wide as she watches me, the fear finally seeping in once she realizes the gravity of what she’s done. It isn’t her who speaks next, it’s the woman next to her, the one that Silver doesn’t recognize.
“It’s my fault,” she whispers.
I turn my head toward the woman. She’s beautiful with caramel skin that matches Bellarosa’s, deep blue eyes and black as night hair. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes searching mine and for a moment she reminds me so much of Bellarosa, the way that she assesses me, the way she doesn’t show her thoughts immediately, the way she guards herself.
“How?” I bark.
She doesn’t even flinch from my booming voice or my obvious irritation. Instead, she only tilts her head to the side, her eyes still on mine.
“I wanted Kade the second that I saw him. I would do anything to be his. I made sure that he wanted no other, including her. I made her jealous on purpose. I wanted her gone.”
“Didn’t see Blue poisonin’ people,” I point out.
The woman smiles. “Blue is not competition. Blue is easily manipulated. Red is strong and so jealous it was actually fun to fuck with her.”
“Carmel?” Kade asks.
The woman turns her head to look over her shoulder at him. “I simply wanted it all. I want to be queen.”
The way she says it, the way she says the word queen brings an image of Bellarosa forward again. I shake the image away, no, maybe this woman is nothing like my Fragolina.
Bella isn’t calculating or cold, fuck she doesn’t even want to be a queen. All she wants is her freedom. Something that I’ve continued to keep from her, giving her a false sense of hope that she’s already earned it.
In reality, she will never have it.
“You have two whores here that need lessons,” I spit, gripping Red’s hair tighter as I shift my gaze up to meet Kade’s.
His eyes roam over all three women from behind, then they lift to mine. “Gavino, how much for three trained whores to keep, blonde, red, and brown?” he asks.
Gavino chuckles, pushing off of the wall at the same time Red gasps. “How trained?” he asks.
Kade’s eyes darken before he speaks. He looks like the fucking Devil, he looks downright sinister. “Completely broken submissives,” he growls.
Gavino chuckles. “What? Tired of cunt with spirit?” he asks.
Kade snorts. “Tired of bitches who think they can lead me by my dick. I need ones who will do their jobs in every aspect that is needed.”
He shakes his head once, his eyes clear with disappointment for these women that have been his. Women he has provided for. Women that he has tried to control, tried to own.
“Do what you want with them. I’ll get you the product, deliver it to you myself, Gavino. Completely free and pick up the women when I get there.”
Blue whimpers and I feel sorry for her, but fuck, I don’t know how dirty these bitches are. Kade walks out of the room. I release Red’s hair and take a step back. Gavino snorts as his eyes look over these women that are now ours to do with as we please.
“Please don’t kill me. I didn’t know, I swear, I’ll do anything to live,” Blue whispers.
“Why?” I surprise myself by asking.
She licks her bottom lip, her eyes wide and so bright blue that they look almost fake in color. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to die,” she whispers.
“What would you do to live?”
Her eyes drop to the dirty floor, then they slowly lift to mine. She looks downright terrified. “Anything,” she breathes.
Looking over my shoulder toward the men, I
arch a brow. Silver shakes his head once, Mountain does the same. Taz cringes. Shifting my gaze back to hers, I shake my head. “Sorry, Blue girl,” I murmur.
“Boss?” a voice speaks.
Gavino lifts his chin, looking over to a man who is standing to his side. He was one of the men who brought the women from Texas. His eyes are focused on Blue and nowhere else. “I want her,” he states.
“As long as Dragon doesn’t mind, call it reward for driving so fucking long in the goddamn desert to fetch this backstabbing whore,” Gavino shrugs.
“I don’t mind,” I say, dipping my chin.
Blue’s eyes widen, she gasps and within seconds the man has made his way to her, unbinds her and throws her over his shoulder, walking out of the room, all without saying another word.
“He doesn’t visit the whores, guess he has a pent-up sexual appetite,” Gavino chuckles. “Now, what do we do with these two?” he asks, his eyes darting from one woman to another.
“Boys, have fun. They don’t leave this room breathing,” I say, turning my back.
Gavino’s gaze meets mine. “Fuck. I like your style. Same goes for you boys, have a good time,” he chuckles.
The two of us leave the small shed listening to the sounds of female screams as we do. It’s not the first time women have been treated brutally and it won’t be the last. I could save them the pain, slit their throats quickly.
I could.
But I won’t.
Red fucked up huge, she knew what she was doing and what the consequences would be. Carmel may not have done anything per se. However, she knew she was manipulating the situation, she did it without thought or care.
A woman who would so easily manipulate the way that she did cannot be trusted, not ever. In our world, there is only one fate for a woman like that, a fate that I have delivered more than once—death.
“What happens with Kade?” Gavino asks, knowing damn well that we cannot trust him completely either.
He told us what he knew, he allowed us to run the interrogation the way that we wanted to. But the reality is, this shit happened underneath his nose.
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