Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(67)

“I think it had more to do with your mouth on my cock, but your version makes me sound like a better man, so we will go with it. Promise me to keep Pistol and Latch with you, alright?”

“I promise.”

“Give me your lips and let me get out of here before I weaken and give you my dick.”

I kiss him, and maybe he can tell by the way I wrap my arms around him tight and drag his lips down to mine. I’m not sure, but our kiss is more urgent, rougher, definitely more demanding than any we’ve shared in a long time. My tongue sweeps into his mouth, searching and finding every hidden spot that I can, dueling with his and coming out victorious. I drink in his taste, hoping I will still taste him on my tongue in the months and years to follow. Maybe I will get lucky and it won’t be that long.

The truth is, I don’t trust my father. There’s a reason I’ve taken to calling him the Devil. He’s pure evil. I don’t know the real reason he’s demanding this of me, but I figure he may kill me. If not on purpose, then he will when I grab Katie and break free, because I won’t rest until my sister and I are free from that monster. I hope somehow I can get Katie from him and manage to kill him. I could die happily if I achieve that.

“Wow! That was a kiss, mi cielo! You are feeling needy today, aren’t you?”

“I am always needy around you, Skull. You better get going before you’re late,” I tell him regretfully. I just caught a glance at the clock on the wall. I have twenty minutes to get down to my father. I don’t want to risk being late; I don’t know how he’ll lash out at me.

“Si,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Pistol, Latch… you two, do not let her out of your sight. Keep her safe.”

“Will do,” Pistol says, and I wish I could kick him in the balls and stomp on him. I need to find a way to warn Skull further about Pistol. I just don’t know how without risking my sister’s life… or Skull’s.

Skull leaves, and we are all sitting around Beast’s bed. Pistol gives me the signal with his hand. I take a breath. Time to get started, I guess.

“Would one of you mind taking me to the cafeteria? I’m starved. I was running late this morning and didn’t get any breakfast.”

“I can—”

“Nah,” interrupts Pistol. “Latch, you stay here with Beast. I need to stretch my legs, anyways. I had to ride a freaking cage over here.”

“Only if you’re sure,” says Latch.

I try to smile reassuringly when he looks at me. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be back soon,” I tell him, and that’s just the first of many lies I’ll be telling today.





I hear the echo of footsteps. They seem abnormally loud, like what a man on death row might hear as he makes that final walk to his execution. I feel like that, like each step I take brings me closer to the end. I allow a few tears as I picture Skull’s face when we said goodbye. I rub my hands down the sides of my pants, trying to calm the emotions inside of me. I need to be cold when I talk to my father. I can’t let him see how much I’m hurting. Something tells me that will only bring him pleasure.

“You might as well dry it up. It must be really hard being filthy rich and having your father cart you off to the South of France to protect you.”

South of France? I have a feeling Pistol wasn’t supposed to let that escape. I can’t imagine why my father would do that. That’s where the Donahue family have a lot of holdings. I know if I wasn’t so emotional, I might be able to piece it together better.

“Skull will kill you someday,” I promise him quietly.

“He’ll be destroyed when he loses you,” Pistol responds. “He won’t notice what’s going on right under his nose.”

“He might not. But his brothers will, and when you’re found out, he’ll kill you.”

“Don’t worry about it, doll face… You won’t be around to see it.”

“Maybe not, but I’ll take comfort in knowing that it will happen, and Skull will spit on you when it’s done.”

Pistol slaps me hard across my face. His ring catches my lip and tears it open. The coppery taste of blood drips on my tongue. I would respond, but my father picks that moment to walk out of the room and meet us. I glare at him, not bothering to contain my hate.

“What happened?” my father asks right away, and the spark of anger in his eyes surprises me.

“Just a little love tap from your henchman,” I answer sarcastically.

He turns to Pistol. “You hit her?”

“She was mouthing off,” he says with a shrug.

That’s when I see a side to my father I should have known was there, but somehow didn’t.

“I told you she wasn’t to be harmed.”

“She’s in one piece. I just decided to teach her that women should be seen and not—”

I scream. I can’t help it. Before Pistol can finish that sentence, my father shoots him in the stomach. Pistol drops to the floor moaning and clutching his belly.

“W-We had a deal—” he moans.

“That didn’t include you touching my daughter. Besides, you had to know your men would suspect you if you weren’t injured. This way, you have the perfect cover… if you live.”