UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3

by Faiman, Hayley

  The rest of the night we eat pizza, hang out, and celebrate that maybe finally our fucking shit is over with at least for a minute or two.

  BELLAROSA

  I stretch, reaching out next to me and finding the bed is cold. I don’t bother opening my eyes. Focusing on listening, I make out the sounds of the house. I can hear cartoons on the television and low murmured voices.

  Smiling, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and pinch my eyes together even harder. This is what I always wanted. This is my dream come true. This is my freedom. A family and a life, a real life.

  No more being locked into my room, watching as men come in and out of my life, of my bed. Just me and one man. Just me and the man that I love.

  “I know you’re awake,” Drago’s voice rasps in the dark room.

  Opening one eye, then the other, I smile as I look up at him. He sinks down onto the bed next to me, his hip next to mine. Drago lifts his hand, his finger tracing down the side of my cheek.

  “I am,” I whisper, looking up at him.

  His fingers dance down the side of my body, tugging the sheet from me before they gently trace my sutures. “These come out soon,” he says, his eyes tracing his touch.

  “They do,” I agree.

  “Then we’re back to us.”

  A shiver runs through my entire body from his words. “Yeah,” I breathe.

  “Thank fuck,” he sighs. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs as he lowers his head and brushes his lips across mine. “Time for food.”

  Without another word, he stands, turning from me and walks away. I watch him as he makes his way out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of low rise sweatpants. I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the view that he offers me before I slowly force my way out of bed.

  My legs aren’t as sore today and I’m grateful for that, knowing that if I don’t rest, they will be painful again tonight, without a doubt. Once I’m in the living room, I look around smiling at the sight before me.

  Kora is sitting with her legs crossed beneath the coffee table, a bowl in front of her, the television playing a cartoon. She turns to me, her gray eyes finding mine and her lips turning up into a bright big beautiful smile.

  Nothing has touched or marred her, she is happy as can be. I don’t know how she does it, but I have a feeling that this girl could go through the fiery pits of Hell and come out smiling.

  “We’re going to go to the park,” she whispers. “Then, we’re going swimming. Except you can’t go swimming, but Daddy says you’ll have fun watching and relaxing then next time you can swim too.”

  My lips break out into a bright smile. “I love that. It sounds like a perfect day.”

  She nods. “It will be. My daddy is good at planning fun days,” she says.

  “Breakfast, Bella,” Drago calls out.

  Turning around, I watch him place two plates down with scrambled eggs and toast. Then he sets down a glass of orange juice in front of one and a mug in front of the other.

  Slowly, I make my way toward him. I don’t sit down though. Instead, I wrap my arms around his waist, tipping my head back, I look up into his gray eyes.

  “I’m free,” I whisper.

  “I know you are, Bella.”

  I shake my head. “No, I’m free, Drago. I’m free of my past. I’m free to be happy. I’m just free.”

  He smiles, lowering his head so that his lips touch my own. “I know, Bella.”

  A phone rings and he frowns. He reaches for the device and his frown deepens. “Fuck,” he hisses. It’s the clubhouse. “Eat your eggs,” he orders as he turns around.

  I watch his retreating form walk out of the backdoor.

  DRAGON

  “Dragon?” Della’s voice whispers on the other end of the phone.

  “Fuck, what?” I bark.

  There is a moment of silence, then a sigh. “I need to talk to you, in person.”

  I chuckle humorously. “Babe, you’re a whore. You got somethin’ you need to talk about, take that shit up with Pinkie. I am not your friend.”

  She lets out a growl. “I’m pregnant, Dragon.”

  My world tilts on its axis. “Are you shitting me?” I hiss.

  She lets out a laugh. “Calm down, it’s not yours.”

  “How do you know?” I grind out.

  There is a moment of silence, my heart races, it beats so fucking hard against my chest that I don’t know how it’s not breaking through and landing on the ground. My happiness from earlier, that peace that I’d felt waking up next to the woman that I’ve fallen in love with, it fucking vanishes.

  “I was already pregnant the last time we fucked. I just, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I went down to the clinic, I made an appointment. I can’t, Dragon. I just can’t,” she whimpers.

  I can practically feel her sadness wash over me. It consumes me and for whatever reason, maybe it’s because I have Bellarosa now, maybe it’s because I have Kora. Fuck, I don’t know, but I feel for her.

  “You know who it belongs to?” I ask.

  She makes a gargling sound in the back of her throat. “I don’t want…”

  “Tell me. I won’t say shit, but I’m the president and I need to know what happens inside of my club, especially when it includes babies, brothers and pregnancies with whores.”

  There is a moment of silence and then she finally speaks. “It’s either Jaguar or…” Her words trail off and she sucks in a deep breath. “It’s either Jaguar or Mountain.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt.

  I feel Bella wrap her arms around me. Normally, I would make her go inside when I’m on the phone, but this isn’t really club business, so I don’t mind. Turning around in her arms, I slide my hand around the back of her neck and squeeze gently.

  “I’ll set up a meet, both of them. We’ll get this figured out, Della.”

  “Thanks Dragon. I’m sorry, I wish I had been more careful.”

  I clear my throat, interrupting her again. “Babe, it happens. There’s no reason to be sorry. We’ll get through this. You ain’t the first clubwhore to get knocked up by a brother. You won’t be the last.”

  Ending the call, I let out a sigh then tilt my head down to look at Bella.

  “Someone is pregnant?” she asks.

  I nod, sliding my fingers down her back to grab ahold of her ass and squeeze. “Yeah, wish it was you, but one of the girls is pregnant.”

  “Are you going to make her? Back when I worked in New York, they made the girls…”

  I shake my head, pressing my forehead against hers. “Never, Fragolina. It’s her choice and the club will take care of her. Then when the paternity test is done, that brother will take care of her.”

  “Will they have to get married?” she gasps.

  Laughing, I shake my head. “Nah, just financially take care of the kid, that’s all. Shit happens. If she wants to keep it, she’s free to do so. She’s worked off her father’s debt, she’s done her job for us. I won’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

  Bellarosa sighs, lifting her hand to cup my cheek. “You’re a good man, Drago Ricci,” she breathes.

  “Not in the fucking slightest,” I chuckle.

  “To me you are,” she whispers.

  Before I can deny her words again, her lips touch mine and her tongue slips between them. Slowly, I break the kiss. I want her so fucking bad. The hand job from earlier isn’t even close to what I need right now, but fuck, I’ll wait until I can have her and give her the pleasure we both crave.

  “Let’s go finish breakfast,” she gasps.

  I grunt, squeezing her ass a little harder. “Fuck, but I love you, Fragolina.”

  “I love you more than I ever thought possible,” she exhales.

  Epilogue

  THREE WEEKS LATER

  BELLAROSA

  I stare at the little white stick knowing exactly what it means. I’ve known for longer than the answer has been staring back at me. Maybe I just didn’t want to adm
it it, couldn’t admit it, not until I saw it for myself.

  Drago Ricci has gotten exactly what he’s wished for. I am indeed pregnant with his baby. Although, in recent weeks he hasn’t mentioned it, not since our kidnappings, not since I’ve healed. He’s said absolutely nothing.

  I shove the test in the drawer, unsure of what I’m going to do next. I pace the bathroom a few times, then go into the bedroom and quickly dress. Drago is at the clubhouse, Kora is at school and I decide that I can’t sit around this house, with this knowledge, another second.

  Once I’m dressed, I walk into the bathroom, snatch the test from the drawer and toss it into my purse. Grabbing the set of keys on the counter, I step outside onto the porch. Closing the front door behind me, I lock it then move toward my car.

  Last week, Drago surprised me with a brand new Ford Explorer SUV. It’s black with dark tinted windows and tan leather interior. He’s been teaching me to drive the past few weeks and claims that I’m ready for the road.

  I haven’t been brave enough to go anywhere alone yet. That changes right now. I can’t stay home and pace, I can’t make up a hundred different scenarios of how he will react to the news. I can’t do nothing. I have to tell him, and I have to tell him now.

  Climbing into the car, I start the engine and check, then double check all of my mirrors. Shifting the car into drive, I grip the steering wheel tightly and slowly ease out onto the street and head toward the clubhouse.

  It probably takes me longer than it should to arrive at the gates of the club, my hands shaking and my body trembling as I navigate my way through town and on dirt roads.

  When I arrive, I stop at the gates. The man standing guard doesn’t even blink an eyelash at me. The gates creak open and I guide my car toward the front of the clubhouse. There are bikes littering the parking area along with men walking around, none of which seem to be too concerned with my presence.

  Unfolding from the car, I place my hand against my lower belly with a small smile, then straighten my back, squaring my shoulders, and head into the bar of the clubhouse.

  There is rock music playing low, the smell of weed and booze fills the place along with the unmistakable scent of sex. It smells like it does every other time I’ve been here, except this time it’s a tad more comforting.

  This is my home, this is where I belong.

  Scanning the room, I notice that Drago is nowhere in sight. Deciding to head toward his office, a hand wraps around my wrist to halt my movement. Looking down at the hand, my eyes slowly slide up the arm, until my gaze clashes with Wolfe’s.

  “Wolfe,” I rasp.

  He grins, shaking his head. “Never did talk to you, Bellarosa.”

  “About?”

  His grin turns into a full-fledged smile. “Glad to have you here, babe.”

  I’m taken aback a bit, my teeth sinking into my lip, and I tilt my head to the side. I’m a bit unsure of how to react to him right now. He hasn’t really shown much of a reaction to my being here, in fact, he’s pretty much ignored my presence for the most part.

  “Thanks,” I whisper.

  He doesn’t release my wrist, he tugs me a bit closer and lifts his chin toward the bar. “Have a drink with me?” he asks.

  I shake my head, wriggling from his grasp. Taking a step back, I frown looking toward him, then turn my head to look behind me at Drago’s closed office door.

  Something ugly settles in the pit of my stomach. His door is closed and Wolfe is trying to keep me from going to him.

  Without a backward glance, I quickly walk toward the office. Wrapping my hand around the knob, I turn it, ignoring Wolfe calling my name behind me as I push the door open.

  My eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Drago is standing in the middle of the room, Della with her arms around his waist and her face buried in his chest.

  Drago lifts his head, his eyes finding mine and they look soft then suddenly hyper-aware and then finally settle into wide-eyed shock. What he doesn’t do is push the other woman away. I take a step back, stumbling slightly until hands wrap around my shoulders and steady me, keeping me from falling on my ass.

  Della opens her eyes and they are rimmed in red and puffy. “Bellarosa,” she whispers. I stay quiet, my body and voice both frozen at the sight of them embracing. “I’ll just. I’ll go,” Della whispers.

  She rushes past me, her blonde hair flying behind her as she runs. Wolfe’s hand disappears from my body at the same time and I vaguely hear the click of the door being closed.

  Drago’s eyes stay connected to mine, the gray hues swirling around as he watches me. I drop my purse to the floor, unable to keep it in my grasp another moment. Tilting my head to the side, I wait for him to speak, unwilling to be the first.

  “She’s keeping the baby. Jaguar is trying to force her hand, trying to make her his. She asked me if she could go back to her parents, try to get her head on straight. I told her, yes,” he explains.

  I nod, rolling my lips and pressing them together as I continue to watch him. He lifts a brow, reaching his arm toward me palm up. Something catches my eye on the inside of his forearm. There in bright bold ink is his new rose tattoo with my name scrolled on the dark green stem.

  My feet become unstuck, maybe by the sight of the ink on his arm, or the way that he cares for Della and is allowing her, her freedom. Whatever it is, whatever the reason, I quickly hurry toward him. Crashing my body against his, I bury my face in his neck.

  “Fragolina, what the fuck?” he barks.

  Tilting my head back, my eyes water immediately and I inhale deeply before I let the breath out in a long exhale. “You’re a good man, Drago,” I murmur.

  His lips twitch beneath his beard. “You know that I’m not.” He grins.

  Shaking my head, I keep my eyes focused on his gray ones. “You and I both know that you are. You have a soft heart, even if you don’t want to admit it. At least to the people you love. You let Della go. I know that she came here on her own, but I also know that it was as a barter, to save her parents. You’re good, Drago.”

  He lowers his head, his forehead pressing against mine and he inhales a deep breath. “Bella,” he rasps.

  “I’m pregnant,” I breathe.

  Without a word, his lips touch mine and his tongue dives inside, kissing, consuming—owning me, like only he can.

  DRAGON

  Pregnant.

  The single word sends a shiver down my spine and straight to my cock. Fuck me. My woman is going to have my baby. Leaning down, I grab ahold of her ass, picking her up and turning her around until her ass is on the edge of my desk.

  “Drago,” she purrs down my throat.

  Reaching between us, I pop the button on her shorts and tug the zipper down. She places her heels on the bottom ledge of my desk and lifts her hips as I shimmy the fabric down her thighs until they fall to the floor, along with her panties.

  Slipping my hand between us, I run my fingers through her center. “Fucking soaked for me,” I groan against her lips.

  “Always,” she pants.

  Sliding two fingers inside of her wet heat, I curl them as I press my thumb against her clit. Her head falls back and my mouth finds the column of her neck, sucking and licking gently before my teeth sink in and I mark her.

  I can feel her moan vibrate from her chest then up her throat before I hear it. Working my fingers between us, enjoying the way her hot wet slick pussy feels, I use my other hand to unbuckle my belt, undo my buttons and free my cock.

  “Please,” she pants. “Drago.”

  Without wasting another fucking second, I remove my fingers from inside of her and fill her with my dick in one swift move, burying myself completely inside of her. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I hold on to her, my eyes finding hers and focusing on them.

  Bellarosa lifts her arms, cupping my cheeks with her palms as her gaze searches my own. “Are you happy?” she asks, sounding unsure.

  Shaking my head, my teeth sink into my bottom
lip. Pulling completely out of her, missing her sleek wet heat immediately, I slowly slide back inside of her cunt.

  “Happy isn’t even close to how I feel,” I rasp, lowering my face so that my lips touch hers.

  We don’t kiss. We don’t speak. We do nothing but pant, breathing each other in as I fuck her slowly, gently against the edge of the desk.

  I can feel my back tingling, my balls drawing up, and I know that I’m close. I can’t control myself. This woman has me fucking undone, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I’ve been fucking ruined by her. Applying more pressure against her clit, I rub firm circles as my thrusts harden.

  Bellarosa’s pants come out faster, shorter, and then I feel her cunt flutter around me before she lets out a long mewling sound and her pussy clamps down around my cock.

  Only then do I let myself go.

  I thrust inside of her two more times, hard and without control before my silent release completely takes over and I empty myself inside of her as she moans.

  Burying my face in her neck, I hold on to her tightly, both of us trying to come down from our climaxes. When her hands shift, sliding beneath my shirt at my lower back and then glide up, she pulls me ever closer to her and it’s my turn to let out a moan.

  “Fuck. Love you, Fragolina,” I exhale, lifting my face from her neck to look into her blue eyes.

  Her lips twitch into a smile. “I love you too, Drago Ricci.”

  * * *

  LATER THAT NIGHT

  DRAGON

  I glance at the woman to my side. Something stirring me from my sleep, but judging by the way she’s holding her mouth slightly agape, it’s not her.

  My eyes travel her body. She’s naked and lying on her side. In the moonlight I can see her scarring, the knife punctures still angry and red, but even as they mar her skin, they make her no less beautiful to me.