Luckily, where Bones lives isn’t far, only about a forty-five-minute ride. By the time I arrive in front of his place, I’m no longer nervous. The fear slipped from my body, or maybe it’s morphed.
I’m now full of adrenaline and anger. It pumps throughout my entire body and I know that if I don’t get the answers that I want, nobody will walk out of this house alive but me, Wolfe and my woman.
Wolfe appears only seconds after I cut my engine. His eyes meet mine and he dips his chin as he disengages from his bike.
The front door of the house slowly opens and Bones is standing there, arms crossed over his chest. If I have to kill him, that’s going to fucking suck because I kind of like the guy. Before tonight I even respected him.
As soon as we’re close to him, he lifts his chin and turns his back, walking into the house. Wolfe and I both look at one another, then follow behind him. The house is dark inside, cool and quiet.
“Where’s Jonas and Bellarosa?” I ask.
“I’m right here,” a deep voice states.
My gaze follows the voice only to see a man sitting in a recliner in the corner of the room. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes focused on me and only me. I watch as his lips twitch into a small smile.
“So, you’re what’s got my sister tied up in knots,” he chuckles.
I almost tell him that she is indeed tied the fuck up, but I don’t. I let that be a surprise for later. They should be here any minute with the bitch, anyway.
“Where is she?” he asks, his voice losing all humor.
“Alive, for now.”
His eyes darken and he slowly stands to his full height. He’s still a couple of inches shorter than me and at least twenty pounds lighter. I arch a brow as I watch him, unsure of what he is going to do next. Honest to fuck, I hope he comes at me, I want nothing more than to lay the fucker down.
“Jonas,” Bones warns. His head jerks and his eyes shift from me to Bones and I watch as he backs down.
“She’s in the back bedroom with Rachel,” Bones announces, changing the subject.
“Watch him,” I say, issuing an order to Wolfe.
Wolfe snorts. “With pleasure, Pres.”
Following behind Bones, I walk down the hall of the small house and pause in the doorway. Bones’ woman is sitting next to the bed, her entire bare body on display and as much as I would like to enjoy the view, I can’t.
My eyes find Bellarosa and my breath escapes my lungs in one whoosh. She looks pale, lifeless, and covered in bleeding cuts. She’s been cleaned up if the bowl of bloody water next to her is any indication. That fear, that shaking feeling, it flows throughout my entire body immediately.
“Come,” Bones demands. I watch as Rachel stands, then walks past me as if I don’t exist and directly to her man. “I’ll put her away. You just go to your girl,” he murmurs.
I don’t know what he means by that, but I can only guess that he is like the rest of the men in his club and keeps his woman caged up like a fucking animal.
I Ignore him, because that shit is not my business, even if I think it’s kind of sick as shit. Though, is keeping Bella the way that I have any better?
My feet move toward the side of the bed and I sink down next to her hip. She’s wearing nothing but her bra and panties and I fucking hate it. I hate that so many people have seen her almost naked body, yet again. I should be the only one—me. Nobody else.
Reaching out, I cup her cheek, then slide my thumb along her bottom lip. She looks like the nineteen-year-old that she is right now. She’s pale and so fucking small looking in this bed.
So innocent.
I did this to her, me. Margot may have inflicted the injuries, but I didn’t protect her. I didn’t allow her, her freedoms. It’s all my fucking fault.
“Fragolina,” I call softly.
Her eyes flutter open and she smiles as she looks up at me. “Drago,” she whispers.
“The doctor will be at the clubhouse waiting. As soon as the van gets here, we’ll get you out of here,” I murmur, my voice unsteady and shaky.
She shakes her head once. “I just want to be free, Drago. Just let me die, nobody will care, not really. You’ll forget about me in a couple of months. Someone new will come,” she rambles as her eyes roll in the back of her head a few times.
Sliding my hand from her cheek, I move to wrap it around the back of her neck and I squeeze her gently. Her gaze meets mine again and I shake my head.
“I will not forget about you, not ever. Now stop that shit, Bella. The van will take you to the clubhouse, the doctor will fix you and by tonight I’ll be fucking you and filling you with a baby. You’re mine, you cannot leave me. I won’t fucking allow it,” I grind out.
Her lips twitch into a faint smile, then it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. “I love you, Drago. I just wanted you to know before I die. I fell in love with you.”
She passes out, her body going limp in my grasp. Turning my head slightly, I see Hawk at the doorway, his eyes narrowed and angry. I don’t ask him why he’s pissed, but I imagine it has to do with this entire fucking situation. Considering his ex, Savanna, was much like Margot in her own way.
“Get Bella back to the clubhouse. Take the van. I want the doc taking care of her. I think she’s lost too much blood, might need a transfusion, but I can’t be sure,” I state.
Hawk lifts his chin and takes a step toward me. I stand from the side of the bed and watch him bend down, sliding his arms beneath her body and slowly lifting.
“Torture the bitch before you kill her. If you don’t get rid of her, she’ll come back.”
After he’s delivered his words, I watch as he turns and walks out of the room, Bella cradled in his arms.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BELLAROSA
I wake in a man’s arms as he carries me to a waiting van. He stays with me as the van drives back down the hell road that brought me here. I moan the entire time, no longer able to keep quiet. His fingers sift through my hair at the side of my head and I wonder why I couldn’t have fallen for him.
He seems kind of sweet.
“Try and rest,” he murmurs.
I’m jolted awake what feels like seconds later. Except, I know some time has passed because I’m lying on a soft mattress again. I can’t open my eyes, no matter how hard I try to peel them open, they just won’t do what I demand. My body no longer aches or hurts, it’s just numb and I have a feeling that’s not a good thing.
“Holy fuck,” a deep voice hisses.
Another deep voice fills the room and he sounds so far away when he speaks. “Get her arm out, I’m going to sedate her, there’s no way she can be conscious for any of this.”
I try to open my mouth to protest. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t think I need to be sedated for anything. Instead of calling out, my mouth refuses to move. I feel something sharp touch my arm and then I feel a drowning sensation and then nothingness.
Right before the darkness takes over, I feel those fingers sift through my hair again. “You’ll be okay, girl,” the deep voice promises.
Then complete dark nothingness.
DRAGON
Margot and Jonas are tied to chairs next to one another. Margot looks pissed. Jonas looks guilty. Both look fucking dead to me. I rock back on my heels, my eyes shifting to Jonas, wondering if he’ll completely rat the bitch next to him out, that may be his only saving grace.
“What was the real reason Margot took Bellarosa?” I ask.
His eyes shift to his sister, then back to me. I think he’s going to bow up, not say anything, but something shifts in his features. Maybe it’s self-preservation, maybe he’s finally got his brain in his fool head working. I don’t know and I don’t care, not as long as it gets me the information that I want.
“It was partly about you. Partially about her. She wants control, always has, saw you as a way to get it.” He shrugs.
“I do not,” she snaps. “I wanted that bitch gone, she
was going to destroy you, Dragon. She’s Journee part two, you’d branded her. Marked her. I just couldn’t let that happen,” she rambles.
Jonas chuckles. “You don’t give a fuck about that, you just wanted to be a president’s Old Lady, didn’t matter who it was. That’s why you whored around with Karma, then when that didn’t work you moved on to the Savage Beasts. You’re fucking pathetic.”
“You were going to fuck his woman,” she announces, sitting straighter in her chair and aiming her gaze over to me.
Personally, I’m watching their show. It’s quite entertaining. At least I know now how they know Bones. Fucking hell, I really need to do a better job of vetting the people around us.
I never thought to look into who Margot was fucking, or not fucking.
It didn’t matter to me because I never planned on sticking my dick anywhere near her. Though, maybe I should have done more due diligence since she was alone with my daughter. Fuck. This is my fault as much as it’s hers.
“Yeah, she’s a hot piece. Of course I was going to fuck her, who wouldn’t. I didn’t know she was branded. The moment I found out and I could get her away, I did,” he states.
I almost laugh. They’re hilariously trying to save their own asses. It doesn’t matter what they say, neither of them are walking out of this house, alive. They may be dragged out and burned or buried, but they will not walk out of this house.
“Bones,” I call out. He lifts his head, his eyes finding mine. “You got anything that could save them?”
Bones looks between the two of them. He’s leaning against his wall, facing their backs. He clears his throat then shakes his head once.
“Just know, Jonas did what he could to help her, probably saved your woman’s life.” Taking a step forward, he turns around lifting his hand and disappears down the hall.
“Looks like you don’t have many friends,” I say, looking directly into Margot’s eyes.
Margot looks to her brother, then to me. I watch as she licks her lips then they tremble as she attempts to dig deep for some crocodile tears. She somehow thinks that her fake ass tears are going to work on me. Real ones don’t really do much, not unless they’re coming from Kora.
“I need to get home to my woman and my daughter. Let’s finish this,” I announce.
Coyote takes a step forward, then I do the same. Without speaking, we get to work. My focus and attention is on Margot and solely her for now. Something niggles in the back of my mind about Jonas, Bones’ words play on a whispered loop over and over. Jonas did what he could to help her, probably saved your woman’s life.
“How many times did you stab her?” I ask Margot as my knife sinks into her thigh, one, two, three times.
She grinds her teeth together, her eyes narrowing on me. “Dozens of times. I made that bitch bleed. If she was pregnant, she isn’t anymore. I hope I killed her kid. I hope she bleeds out and dies. You should suffer, Dragon. Then you’ll be sorry for ignoring me.”
I snort, gripping my knife tightly, leaning forward and sinking my knife into her stomach a little deeper than I intend. I watch her eyes widen with surprise before her mouth falls open.
“Bitch, I will never be sorry you’re gone. Just like I’m not sorry Journee is where the fuck she is. I would rather cut my dick off then have a woman like you in my bed. There’s a reason I never wanted you. I could see immediately what kind of bitch you were, and honest to fuck, never wanted a pussy with teeth near me.” I lie. I couldn’t see her for what she was. Bella could though, she knew immediately and that guilt attempts to swallow me whole.
“I cared for your daughter like she was my own. How could you use me?” she cries.
Shaking my head, I stand a little straighter. “I paid you to take care of my daughter, as a nanny. It was a job, nothing more. If you read more into that, then that is on you.”
Maybe I should feel bad that she thought we were something, that we could be anything. I don’t though. Not much makes me feel guilty in life. Making Kora with Journee and keeping the bitch around for far too long is about the only thing I actually feel guilt about, that and allowing this bitch to become part of my daughter’s life.
Shit happens in life, sometimes you can change shit, sometimes you can’t. You have to roll with it. I don’t feel guilty for living. Never have and never will, my dad taught me that shit early on.
“Fuck you, Dragon,” she grinds out.
Lifting my knife, I slowly slide it along her neck, watching it cut open as I quickly stand and take a step back before blood squirts everywhere. I don’t evade the spray though, within seconds I’m covered head to toe with the bitch’s blood and it should bother me, but it doesn’t.
Closing my eyes, I relish the warmth of the spray as it covers me. This is sweet, the woman’s blood who tortured Bellarosa, all over my body is nothing but sweet relief.
“You boys done?” Bones asks a few moments later. He walks into the room and I open my eyes to see him grimace. “You’re done,” he chuckles.
“Jonas is your responsibility. I’m only allowing him to live because he saved Bellarosa’s life. I see him anywhere near my territory, I’ll kill him,” I announce.
Looking back down at Margot, I lift my chin toward Bones. “She your friend?”
Bones shakes his head. “Went to school together, all of us. Jonas has tried to rein her in over the years, didn’t work. Good twin, evil twin kind of thing. They probably should have gone to therapy or some shit years ago.”
Jonas snorts, I ignore him, Nodding, I look from him then back to Margot. “I can’t believe I left her alone with my baby, for years,” I rasp.
Bones clears his throat and my eyes go back to his. “She was good at manipulation. She had a goal, that goal was you. She was willing to wait through Journee and then when Bellarosa was brought in, that sent her over the crazy girl edge. I had no clue she was your nanny. I would have warned you off a long fuckin’ time ago.”
“Just hope my kid isn’t too fucked up, shit,” I sigh, lifting my hand and running my fingers through my bloody hair.
“She’ll be good, brother.”
“Dragon,” Coyote calls. Shifting my gaze from Bones to Coyote, I wait for him to continue. “Doc wants you back. They’re takin’ her to the hospital. He’s got her all stitched up, but he thinks she may need a transfusion or some shit,” he explains.
“Fuck,” I grind out. “Let’s go. Bones, you got this?” I ask, dipping my chin to the dead woman and the lucky-to-be-alive Jonas in his living room.
Bones lifts his hand and waves us off. “Got it, brother. See you at the meet,” he calls out.
Together, Coyote and me take off out of the front door and head toward our bikes. I ignore the looks from anyone that I pass, knowing that I look like a homicidal maniac, covered in blood. I don’t give a fuck though, all I care about is Bellarosa and if she’s okay. I should have gone with Hawk. I should be with her right now.
Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot, I quickly disengage from my bike and run toward the building. There are people everywhere, holding vigil I suppose. Then there’s Kora standing right outside of the door where I know Bella is right behind.
“Daddy?” she asks, her voice so fucking small.
Sinking down to my knees, I reach for her, wrapping her in my arms and pulling her against my chest. Something breaks inside of me. Hearing her voice, knowing that Bella is in danger. I don’t know what is the catalyst to my complete fucking internal breakdown.
“It’s going to be okay,” I murmur against her hair.
“Bella looked really sick, Daddy,” she whispers.
I make a noise in the back of my throat, unable to form words immediately. Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath then release it.
“Yeah, I know,” I whisper.
“Dragon,” Presley’s voice shouts.
I lift my head to look at her. She’s staring at me with a horrified expression and I look down at Kora and cringe. She’s covered in blood
, in Margot’s blood.
“Fuck,” I clip.
“I’ll clean her up,” she offers.
“Thanks, darlin’.”
Presley gives me a bright, but trembling smile and wraps her hand around Kora’s before gently guiding her away from me.
“Go to Bella,” Hawk murmurs.
Turning my head, I look over at him. I haven’t talked to him much since he’s been back, I know that he regrets leaving for as long as he did, regrets abandoning his daughter with Savanna, but there’s so much more to him and I haven’t been able to put my finger on it, and I don’t have time today to try.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the doorknob and twist it before pushing my way inside. The doctor looks up at me, his face etched clearly with worry.
“Do I need to stitch you up too?” he asks.
I shake my head once, my eyes focused nowhere but Bella. “Someone else’s,” I murmur. “Tell me, doc,” I demand softly.
“She lost quite a bit of blood. Hawk didn’t know if she could be pregnant or not. I’d like to have her at the hospital, I think she needs a transfusion. I stitched her up, fifty-six holes in her body, Dragon. I’m surprised she survived. She’s so fucking small,” he murmurs.
“Let’s take her in. I ain’t taking any fucking chances,” I grind out.
“Might want a shower first,” he murmurs.
I strip down, not giving a fuck if he sees and hurry to the shower. Once Margot’s blood is washed clean of my body, I dress. Walking over to the bed, I slowly slide my arms beneath Bellarosa’s body and pick her up, careful not to rip her sutures.
“I’ll follow you in the van,” I announce.
He nods, rushing past me and together we make our way outside. I call out orders, telling Silver to bring Kora down when she’s cleaned up.
I assume the rest will come to the hospital, it’s what we do when one of ours is injured and fuck me, Bella is definitely a Savage Beast. She’s the strongest member we have right now, I don’t know how she survived, but I’m fucking thankful that she has.
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