Prince: Diablos MC (Diablos MC Series Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  Howard growls a little. “Uh, no.”

  Prince laughs. “Yeah, right. You can learn a lot about someone just by watching them. Why are you here?”

  “We need to ask her some questions about what she saw, what happened, what they gave her. Things like that.”

  “Make it quick. I don’t want her to have to keep reliving everything every time you show up.”

  Prince turns around and leaves the door open for us to walk in. I take the opportunity to walk through the door into the smelly room. It reeks of stale beer and something else… Something I haven’t smelled since my college days.

  Old vagina?

  Gross.

  Howard drops his hand from my back and takes a lap around the room. “Reminds me of the Greek house.”

  “I know,” I answer.

  Prince comes back but this time he’s carrying a very small person. I can tell by the way he’s carrying her that he cares a lot about her.

  This is good. We can work with this.

  “Elle, these people are here to ask you some questions. It will be over soon and I’ll be here with you.”

  Elle grabs onto his vest with her fists so tightly I can see the whites from her knuckles.

  “Come on over here,” he shouts over his shoulder.

  We follow behind him into a room with a large desk in the middle. He sits behind the desk in a captain’s chair with Elle draped over his lap. She hasn’t bothered to untuck her face from his neck yet.

  “Elle, I’m Chloe and this is Howard. We are with the FBI. We work on a special task force to end sex trafficking. We have a couple of questions for you.”

  She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t move or anything. I almost wonder if she is still breathing until I see her chest move up and down. It’s a slight movement. Barely able to see under the dim lighting of the room.

  “Baby, you gotta talk to them. As soon as we find out who did this to you, the sooner we can move on.”

  “There is no moving on,” she whimpers. “They will come back and find me. I will never be free.”

  Her voice is so quiet, I could hardly make out what she is saying. However, I knew how she is feeling from the way her words sound so defeated.

  Chapter Twenty-Six: Elle

  Being cradled and loved by Prince is something I can get used to. It is also dangerous for me. His warmth and compassion is something I haven’t experienced in many years and I like it.

  With my body still in the aftershocks of amazing sex, I let my brain go into a dangerous place. A place I used as a form of survival. The denial place of my mind. If I don’t believe something is good, then it isn’t good. Then I won’t get hurt.

  But then again, as Prince kisses my cheek and I swoon.

  I could get used to this.

  Prince pushes my wet hair from my ear so he can speak directly into my ear. “You’re mine. No matter what, I protect what’s mine. Don’t worry about those assholes. Tell them your answers and then they will leave.”

  I nod my head. Mainly I follow the directions because that is what I was expected to do for so long. If I followed directions, I was treated better. Would the same go for me here? If I follow what Prince wants, would he leave me alone?

  Since we have already slept together, is he going to want me more? Or has he sampled the goods and now he doesn’t want me anymore? I don’t know. My brain feels like swiss cheese.

  “Elle,” Chloe cuts into my self-pity tirade. “We brought some pictures and I want you to look at them. Tell me if you recognize any of them.”

  “Yes,” I answer lamely. I untuck my head from Prince’s neck without moving my body away from him. I will be damned to admit it, but I like the way it feels to be on him like this. I like the way I feel to be loved by him like this. It feels good.

  Really good.

  I watch as Chloe and Howard put out some pictures on the desk and Prince keeps his hands wrapped around my waist to keep me close. It makes me feel special that he wants to hold onto me so much. It also makes me feel normal.

  That is until I see the face of the man who raped me the second time after everyone left.

  There he was. In a picture on the desk.

  My heart beats faster and my breathing catches in my throat. I feel like I’m about to pass out as I breathe roughly in and out.

  There isn’t anything I can do to keep the air regulated. Nothing works.

  The devil himself.

  “That’s him!” I sputter out. I point at the picture of the man who beat me so badly one night. Who left me bleeding on the dingy mattress with no water or food for a few days.

  Chloe looks at the pictures trying to see who I’m pointing at and she lets out a gasp. “Are you sure, Elle?”

  “She pointed at him, lady. Are you callin’ her a liar? I can tell you right now, that looks like someone who works for Two Face,” Prince defends me.

  “No! Of course not. I just need to make sure that’s who she thinks it was.”

  I nod my head. “I would know him anywhere. That’s him!” I scream.

  My eyes turn fuzzy and I try to blink to get them to focus again. I can’t. All I can think about is that horrible man and what he did to me.

  Everything he tried to do to me and they let him.

  Howard places his hand over the picture and pushes it a little closer to us. The closer the man gets to me, the more I shake. “I can’t! I can’t!” I mutter.

  “He’s the one that gave you drugs?” Howard asks with certainty.

  I nod. “Yes. He’s the one… He’s the one who sold me to the next family. He’s the one who did this to me!” I pull up the shirt and show the long scar over my belly for when he cut me. “He cut me because I didn’t want to suck his dick. He’s a monster!”

  “What kind of drugs did they give you?” Chloe asks.

  I shake my head. “I don’t know. Everything. Everything they could get their hands on to make me more compliant.”

  “Are you sure it was this man?” Chloe asks again.

  Prince’s grip on my stomach tightens. “Look, my girl answered your questions. Why are you trying to second guess her?” He demands.

  I like how he calls me his girl.

  I like how protective he is of me.

  “This is just a serious accusation,” Chloe begins.

  “Get out of my house. If you come here again to ask her questions, you better listen to her answers. I’m not going to have you second guess her like this. Anything else?” Prince throws out and stares them both down.

  He leans his neck down to kiss me on my forehead. I whither a little on his lap. His feathery kisses feel too good.

  What is happening to me?

  “We have a couple more pictures and then we will get on our way,” Howard says.

  Prince throws his hand up to stop him. “If you show her more pictures, do you promise to listen to what she has to say? I don’t want you to keep stressing her out because you guys are being fuckin’ assholes.”

  Howard and Chloe exchange looks. Then Chloe directs her attention onto me. “Elle, is that your real name or did they change it?”

  My eyes blink several times. “My real name since birth. Why?”

  “Uh. Sometimes they change the names to fit what their buyer wants,” Howard answers for her.

  “No, why would you ask me that?” I demand. There is something about being with Prince that has me feeling brave. I don’t know what it is, but I like it.

  I like it a lot.

  “I went undercover as a madam before and you remind me of one of the girls I couldn’t save,” Chloe blurts out.

  My eyes close and reopen to focus on her. “You think you saw me? I don’t remember you…”

  I would have remembered seeing a girl there. The only women at the parties or the buyer circuits were the prostitutes themselves. None of the women who were with the men actually came to the events. Not that I could remember, at least.

  She shakes her head. “No. I don�
��t remember seeing you. Anyways, thank you for your time.”

  I watch as they get up to leave the room. Prince doesn’t bother to stand up to see them out nor do I move to let him up. I like staying here with him like this.

  As soon as they walk out the door, he’s pressing a button and the door closes then locks with a loud click. He’s placing his hands in my hair and leaning my forehead to his.

  “Elle, what are you doing to me, baby?” He asks me quietly.

  His words are sweet as they caress my lips. I shrug. “Maybe the same thing you are doing to me?” I throw back.

  He chuckles. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” he warns.

  I nod.

  The second his lips touch mine I taste the faint taste of beer slip into my mouth. He’s cautious. Courtliness.

  Something I never would have expected.

  My body begins to sing and beg for something I never thought it would beg for. Never in a million years did I think my desire is still alive in my body. Little to my wonderment, I feel desire flow through my body and warm me.

  I feel it course through my veins and I slip my tongue out a little to lick on the seam of his lips. His lips are so full and soft. I hope he feels something when he kisses me, too.

  I hope he knows how I feel about him.

  What do I feel about him?

  He spins my body around so my legs are on either side of his hips dangling over the armrests. I can feel his hardness against my sex through the thin underwear I borrowed from Bella.

  He feels so good.

  He mumbles something against my lips and my body crashes harder against his. I don’t know what he says, but I like the way it feels against my lips.

  I rock my body gently against him. Just enough to add a little friction. Not enough to send me spiraling.

  “Elle,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “Yes, Prince?” I ask.

  “Shit, baby.”

  I feel his desperation, too.

  There is a pounding on the door that stops our kiss as he slides his tongue in with mine. I can feel his velvety tongue against mine and my eyes spring open from frustration.

  He breaks our kiss and kisses me on the forehead gently. I sit on his lap like a horny toad.

  “Come in,” he barks at the door and pushes the button to open it.

  In strolls Beast and Dragon, the man that was nice to me in the beginning.

  “We hope we aren’t interrupting anything…” Dragon sings and sits in the chair Chloe was sitting in.

  Beast takes the other chair which housed Howard.

  “What was that about?” Beast demands.

  “Can’t you see we’re a little busy?” Prince spits out through clenched teeth.

  I try to get off his lap, but he holds me tighter. “I can leave so you guys can chat…” I try to spit out but he holds me tighter.

  “I’ll be out in a little while,” he spits out to Dragon and Beast. Both of them exchange looks and imitate the “whip” sound.

  Once they are gone, his hands are in my hair and he’s looking at me with wild eyes. I can feel how erratic his breathing is. “Elle, I’m not gonna lie to you. The feelings I have for you are different than anything else I have felt. I don’t know what this means, and I know I shouldn’t act on it with everything you’ve been through… But fuck. I need you.”

  He sounds so desperate. So out of control that it makes me feel good. It makes me feel as if I have some power after not having any for so long.

  The worst part about this, it makes me crave the cocktail which takes away all of my feelings. Feelings are dangerous when I was a prostitute.

  “I need you, too,” I admit.

  Little does he realize my need for him is different than my needs for the cocktail.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: Prince

  “I don’t know what else to do,” Cass cries to me over the crib holding Isabella. “I don’t know what we should do. Should we pray? Do little girls go to heaven? Is there such thing as heaven?”

  I hear the hope in her voice, but it is so far away from me. The fact of the matter is, my daughter is dying. She lost her battle to cancer and there is no going back. The doctors said it is a matter of hours before she dies.

  I hold onto Isabella’s little hand as she sleeps under the fog of her medicine. The medicine is designed to keep her as comfortable as possible. I hope it masks all of the pain she is feeling. I don’t want her to feel any pain.

  I don’t want her to feel anything but love.

  My heart sinks in my chest as I watch the machines bleep and beep signifying her breathing. I know it is only a matter of time before the machines stop. Before the machines let her go wherever she will go once her body gives up the fight.

  Tears spring to my eyes and I can’t help it. I let them fall down my cheeks. If there is a God, why would He give me such a perfect little girl to let her die? He never gave her the chance to live.

  He never gave her the chance to even experience anything.

  I want to believe there is some magical place for her to go when she leaves this earth. I want to believe without a shadow of doubt she will go someplace amazing. Someplace where the cancer won’t hurt her anymore.

  Cass looks from Isabella back up to me and I see the tears falling down her cheeks too.

  The doctors said it is only a matter of time before her little body stops breathing. Only a matter of time before she goes onto the next life.

  The machines beep again, but this time they sound different. This time it’s a longer beep followed by a monotone beep.

  “My baby!” Cass cries.

  “Isabella, daddy loves you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you,” I whisper to her and lean over to kiss her for the last time. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You go fly free. I will see you soon. I love you so much,” I tell her just as the machine deafens me for the last time.

  Cass screams and falls to her knees in agony.

  My heart hammers in my chest. I feel rage and I feel something else. I feel so fucking angry that I could kill someone for my daughter dying.

  “Mr. Mueller,” the doctor says from behind me.

  I shake my head. I already know what he is going to say. He is going to tell me what they are going to do with her body. And let me know there are services for us.

  I don’t want services. I don’t want to know how to cope with the loss of the one perfect thing in my life.

  I always wake up at the same part every time I dream about Isabella. It is always at the end of the story and I never get to enjoy the silly parts of her life. One of the hardest parts about being a father is knowing sometimes your best isn’t enough.

  I lay in bed with Elle next to me and look up at the ceiling. We had a wild night of partying and a lot of the guys are starting to warm up to Elle. Which is a good thing, but bad still.

  I don’t want those fuckers trying to poach Elle from me.

  Which is what led us to the events that happened tonight. Tonight, I almost lost my shit and took her against the bar.

  Elle’s hair is brushed in a way that makes it look as if she just had sex. She’s trying to look sexy for me and I know she wants me.

  I place my hands at her sides and lean in. She smells like a girl now with all that bath shit Bella gave her. I liked it better when she smelled real. However, Elle is still intoxicating.

  I lean my nose into her hair and take a deep breath. She smells like heaven and hell all at the same time. “What are you doing?” I ask in her ear.

  She smiles over at me. “Drinking a beer with him,” she points over to the prospect who thinks he’s going to get lucky.

  I lean my head to the left and he scatters. “Now you’re drinkin’ a beer with me.”

  I still have her pinned against the side of the counter and she trembles a little from how close I am. “Does being this close to me make you nervous?” I ask her.

  Her breathing hitches a little. She shakes her head and then nods it almos
t immediately. “Yes. Being around you makes me nervous.”

  I smirk. “Why is that, baby?” I put my body onto her a little more feeling the way she writhes in her clothes. With my lean body resting against her soft body, there isn’t much air to get through the cracks. We are as close as I want.