Her explanation makes me a bit sad. She’s fallen for what she believes he could be, not what he is. “Drago is not soft, maybe he melts for his child, but he would never melt for a woman, he wouldn’t allow himself to,” I say.
Jonas’ gaze finds mine and I watch as his lips twitch. Margot does not turn to face me, instead she reaches behind me with her blade and sinks it into my stomach just above my hipbone.
“Shut the fuck up, whore,” she snaps.
My eyes widen and I press my lips together. I try not to cry out in pain, though at this point I’m fairly used to hurting everywhere. I try not to think about the blood that is trickling from me, or how much longer until I’ll be too weak to even breathe.
“Why do you want her to shut up, because she’s right?” he asks.
“You don’t understand. We were meant for one another,” she cries.
He shakes his head, taking a step toward her. “I understand, Margot. Just like Penny was meant for me. Except, she left and I don’t have her. What I didn’t do was kidnap her new boyfriend and try to kill him.”
“Instead you fucked her best friend,” she snorts.
He chuckles, tilting his head to the side, his eyes focused nowhere but his sister. “I did. She was a decent lay too.”
“I don’t want to fuck his best friend. I only want to fuck him,” Margot whispers. “When she’s gone, he’ll want me, you’ll see.”
The phone rings in her hand and all three of us shift our gaze to the device. “It’s him,” Margot sighs as if she can’t believe that Dragon would call. Then, I watch her turn to face me with a gigantic smile on her face.
“Did you like my picture?” she asks as her greeting, holding the phone against her ear.
Her brother moves out of my eyesight, but she doesn’t seem to care or worry. She reaches for the knife still sticking into my skin and plucks it out, causing me to whimper.
“She’s alive, for now,” she purrs. “Why do you care? She’s just some whore.”
Her eyes narrow, then her lips turn up into an evil looking grin. “Don’t threaten me, Dragon. Not when I have all the control in this situation. You want her alive, then you better be really fucking nice to me.”
After a moment, she ends the call without another word and focuses her eyes on mine. She looks almost delighted, her eyes bright and shifting around from side to side as she stares at me without blinking. She inhales a deep breath then lets out a loud giggle.
“You get what you want?” The brother chuckles from beside me.
“Oh yeah. You’re going to need to dump this whore off somewhere for a couple of hours. He’s coming over to bargain with me. I just need to text him the address.”
“Are you that stupid?” he asks.
Her eyes narrow again, obviously not happy with her brother’s question. I too wonder if she is indeed that stupid, but I don’t want to say anything because I am kind of hoping that she is.
“He’ll bring his club here and you’re dead,” he states.
She shakes her head. “I know what I’m doing. I have insurance.”
“Yeah, what?” he asks.
“You’ll have the whore somewhere, I don’t care where. I don’t get what I want, I send you the order to fuck, maim, then kill,” she snorts.
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to cry out. I know as soon as I leave this house that I will never be back. She won’t keep me alive, she won’t even try. I’m dead as a doornail. She should have just killed me when she found me in the yard. But a woman like her never would, she wants me to suffer.
DRAGON
“You know where they are?” I ask, looking over to Gator.
He isn’t normally who I would have searching for someone, but he said he could trace a call and, fuck, if he can find her, that’s all that I care about at this point. Mamba is standing behind him, his hand on his shoulder and I see his fingers squeeze, probably for moral support.
“They’re at a house, just in town, a few minutes from here.”
My phone dings with an incoming text and I look down to see that crazy as fuck Margot has sent me an address. When Gator reads off where she called me from, it matches. Goddamn, she has Bella at her fucking house.
“That’s where she told me to meet her. Bella is with her right now, she has to be,” I growl.
Coyote and Eagle are the first ones standing, Wolfe, Mountain, and Silver behind. I hold up my hand, pointing to Silver and then to Mountain. “You stay here with Presley, Buster, and Kora. I want them safe,” I order.
A muscle jumps in Silver’s cheek, but he doesn’t argue. The rest of us run out the door and as fast as we can, we ride toward Margot’s house, toward Bellarosa. Fuck, if I find her alive, I’ll do whatever it takes, anything at all in my power to make her happy. Whatever she wants, it’s hers.
We park our bikes at the end of the street. Lifting my chin toward my men, I raise two fingers and point toward the direction of the house, then ride to the front of the house by myself. They’re going to invade on foot, hopefully they’ll be able to get to her while I deal with the bitch from hell.
A truck slowly passes me, a man turns to look at me and I see something that I don’t like in his eyes. He turns his head quickly and begins to drive faster away from me. I pull in front of Margot’s place, but my eyes are still focused on the truck taillights.
Shifting my gaze back to the house, I jog up the steps and lift my hand to wrap my fingers around the knob. Before I can open the door, it flies from my grip and Margot is standing in front of me. Her eyes are wild, her smile wide, and there’s blood covering her body.
My stomach twists as soon as I see the blood. I want to take my gun out of my waistband and pump her fucking body with bullets, but I don’t. I have to be calm, play it smart. I have to find my woman first, then I can kill this cunt, but it won’t be as quick as a couple of rounds to the head. I’m going to make her suffer.
“You came,” she breathes as I step inside of the house.
I don’t look around, I don’t do anything but focus on this bitch. “Where is she?” I ask, careful not to sound as pissed off as I am.
She smirks. “Jonas took her away for a while so we could play,” she whispers, taking a step toward me.
Margot places her palm at the center of my chest. Reaching for her hand, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and as disgusting as it is, I hold her to me. She tilts her head to the side, then her tongue peeks out as she attempts to act sexy and lick her bottom lip. It doesn’t work. She’s foul.
“Who’s Jonas?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip, making me want to roll my eyes. “My brother,” she whispers.
I watch as she sinks to her knees and her fingers reach for my belt. “Why?” I chance asking, my hands finding hers and halting her movements.
“Journee was a mess, always a mess. I was there to pick up the pieces. Do you think I did that for money?” she snorts. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. We’re meant to be together, always.”
I don’t tell her that she’s fucking crazy, not like I want to. I don’t tell her that I would rather chop my dick off than stick it anywhere inside of her.
I’ve fucked bitches before. I’ve fucked crazy bitches. I’ve fucked ugly chicks, chunky chicks. Hell, I don’t discriminate. All women are beautiful in their own way, their own right.
This bitch though, she doesn’t deserve the title of woman. She’s foul from head to toe, inside out. She deserves nothing but a slow and painful death.
“Why? Why do you think any of this?” I ask, trying to keep her talking.
My men are in the house, I know that they are, I don’t even have to look to feel their presence. “Because, I want to be the one in charge. I want to be at your side. I was meant to be adored and loved by everyone.”
“So, you wanted to be the Old Lady of a president?” I ask.
She nods. This. A patchwhore who only wanted to be the president’s Old Lady. She
is the lowest of the low, willing to do whatever it takes to be the Queen Bee. I’d rather make Pinkie my Old Lady than have a cunt like this at my side. Bitches like her ruin clubs from the inside out. No way in fuck could she ever be Old Lady material.
I watch as Eagle and Coyote reach for her, they both grab her by the bicep and drag her to her feet before she’s realized what’s happened.
“Tie her to a chair, we’re going to play until we find Bellarosa. She’s not here, I know she isn’t,” I instruct.
“Fuck. You,” Margot grinds out.
I shake my head. “Bitch, I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last woman on this earth. I would rather use my hand the rest of my goddamn life than stick my dick anywhere near any part of you,” I snort.
She grins, obviously uncaring about my insult. “We’ll see if you change your tune when your precious teenage whore is bleeding out and all of her orifices are destroyed.”
“Tie the bitch down before I lose my cool and kill her too quickly,” I snap.
Coyote and Eagle quickly tie her to a chair that’s brought in from the kitchen. I watch without seeing, my mind completely fucking gone, lost to what could be happening to Bellarosa right now at the hands of this cunt’s brother.
I will find her. Then I will torture him for daring to touch what is mine. Margot is already dead, the only reason she’s still breathing is because she has information that I need. The brother, he’s as good as dead, too.
I want my woman.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
BELLAROSA
My body is jostled as Jonas’ pickup truck drives down the pothole-filled road. He doesn’t speak which I’m glad for. It takes everything that I have not to cry out with every single bump the pickup hits.
If I thought that I’d ever been in pain before, I was so wrong. I didn’t know pain until this moment. Honestly right now, I hope that the sweet relief of death overtakes me soon, I’m not sure how much more I can handle.
Just when my eyes roll in the back of my head during one last large bump, the pickup truck stops. I almost cry out, Thank God, but I keep my lips pressed tightly together. I don’t want to give this man anything, not a single thing, including the fact that I’m glad he’s stopped. He has taken enough from me, he’ll get no more.
I listen to him jump out of the truck, slam the door behind him, then reach in for me. He gently slides his arms beneath my back and knees before he picks me up. I don’t bother opening my eyes to see where I am, it doesn’t matter.
“Fuckin’ shit,” a gravelly voice hisses.
Jonas chuckles. “I know. Margot was a little angry with this one,” he says in a way where it’s confirmed that this is not the first time Margot has behaved this way, the crazy fucking bitch.
“You think?” the stranger asks. “Come inside, I’ll have Rach take a look at her.”
Jonas clears his throat but doesn’t move immediately. “There’s more,” he says hesitantly. “She’s Dragon’s Old Lady.”
“You trying to get yourself killed? Trying to get me killed?” the voice barks.
“Margot.” That is his complete explanation and it must be enough because the man just chuckles.
Jonas moves, stepping into a cool dark room. I sigh at the sensation of the coolness around me, it’s so comfortable that I think I could be lulled into sweet sleep. I’m so exhausted, the fight leaving my body as he sets me down on a soft surface, another bed.
This time I’m not strapped down, though there would be no point, I couldn’t move even if I tried.
“She’s in bad shape,” the stranger announces.
There is a moment of silence before Jonas speaks. “Margot didn’t take the news well.”
“Margot is a fuckin’ psycho.”
My eyes open slowly to look at the stranger, the man whose voice is gravelly and sympathetic. His gaze is focused on my face. As soon as my eyes open, I watch his widen. He reaches for me, his fingers extending and the tips sliding down my hairline from my temple to my chin.
He turns his head, then shouts, “Rachel.” He returns his gaze to mine, his eyes soft. “We’ll patch you up as best we can and take you back to him.”
“Why?” I breathe.
“Margot is crazy. Jonas, for whatever asinine reason, accommodates her crazy, but I don’t. I have an alliance with Dragon that I don’t want severed. You dying in my house would seriously fuck with that.”
I open my mouth, then snap it shut as a woman approaches. She’s completely nude, a big black collar wrapped around her neck, her eyes staring at me with horror. I don’t blame her for that, I’m sure that I look completely disgusting at this juncture.
She turns and runs down the hall just as the man stands from next to me. “Jonas, outside,” he orders.
I hear their footsteps fade away just as the naked woman approaches again, this time with a bowl of water and what looks to be cleaning cloths. She sits down next to me, her eyes no longer staring at me in horror, but more like pity, which I don’t mind at this time.
“She did a number on you, sweetie,” she whispers as she dunks a cloth in the water then lifts it to begin cleaning my thigh. I hiss the second the water touches my skin.
“Don’t worry, if your man doesn’t find her first, mine will. She won’t get away with this again,” she practically hums, her voice low and lyrical.
“Where am I?” I chance asking.
She continues to work, her head down and focused on her task. “You’re in New Mexico, just relax, we’ll get you home. I’m sure you have a whole club that misses you.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, tasting the blood from the last time I bit myself to keep from talking or screaming. All I want to do is go away. I don’t care where right now.
I’m not even sure if I want to go back to Dragon. I don’t think that he would even want me anymore. There is no way these cuts won’t scar.
Tears leak out of my eyes as I think about my body being covered with angry knife scarring for the rest of my life, a reminder that this woman had control over me and I was helpless.
“Margot has never been right, not even when we were kids,” she explains.
I want to ask her a million questions, but none about Margot and all about why she’s sitting next to me completely naked. I don’t. Instead, I close my eyes and will myself to relax.
Rachel hums a tune and within minutes I’m lulled to darkness, where there is no pain, no Margot and no Dragon, just black calm.
DRAGON
My cell buzzes in my pocket as Coyote finishes tying Margot’s legs to the chair. Reaching for the device I frown when I see Bones’ name on the screen. I can’t fucking wait to torture this bitch. I want Bellarosa back, but fuck, I want to make Margot suffer a little bit more.
“Hello,” I bark.
Bones, the president of the Sinister Skulls, is on the line. Right now, I could do without his call. I have way more important shit to worry about than business.
“Got your woman here at my house,” he announces.
My entire body goes rigid. “What?” I breathe.
“Margot’s brother, Jonas, is a friend. He brought her here. My woman is cleaning her up, but she’s going to need a doctor.”
“He touch her?” I ask, my gaze shifting to Margot.
Bones clears his throat. “Not that I know of. Think once he figured out she was branded, whatever ideas he had, flew out the window. He’s not a bad guy, Dragon.”
“I want him brought to me,” I demand.
There’s a moment of silence, as if he’s thinking about whether he’s going to follow through with my order or not. If he knew what was good for him, he absolutely fucking would.
“I’ll bring him, but I’m not just leaving him there. He didn’t hurt her, man.”
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair. “Just stay where you are, we’ll come to you.”
I end the call, shoving my phone in my pocket as I walk up to Margot. She looks smug, unaware that
her brother has fucked her over. She thinks that she has some upper hand when in reality she doesn’t have shit.
Looking back behind me, I lift my chin toward Eagle. “Get the van here. I want this bitch inside. We have a little drive to take.”
Margot’s eyes widen and her mouth opens, but I don’t stick around to find out what kind of bullshit is going to come out of her mouth. I honest to fuck don’t care. Straddling my bike, I call Coyote over and tell him what’s going on.
“I’ll get a few guys to meet us over there. You go and get to your girl,” he urges.
My hands shake as I reach for my phone. I don’t know why I’m shaking, I shouldn’t be. Fuck, I’ve never been nervous a day in my life, but right now, I feel almost scared. I shake my head as I hold my phone to my ear and wait for the person on the other end to pick up.
“Wolfe,” he grunts.
“Need you to meet me at Bones’ house, now,” I demand.
There is a beat of silence then I hear him clear his throat. “Why, what the fuck is going on?”
Closing my eyes for a moment, I tell him what I know, which isn’t a hell of a lot. All I know is Margot, her brother and Bones somehow know each other and he took Bellarosa to Bones as soon as he could. After of course Margot sliced her up, the severity I’m not sure.
“Fuck. How do we end up with these crazy fucking people around us? I mean, seriously?” he grumbles.
“Lucky I guess,” I chuckle.
“I’ll meet you there, don’t go in the house guns hot until I arrive,” he orders.
I almost tell him to fuck himself, I’m the president, not him. I don’t. I decide to agree instead, because honestly, I know without a doubt that I am not thinking straight.
Starting my bike, I lift my fingers toward Eagle and Coyote who are waiting for the van and I take off toward New Mexico.
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