Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(132)

“Don't make us knock you unconscious, brother. Calm the f*ck down. Stop taking this all so personally. She could've done it to anybody.”

Damn if I didn't start struggling again with what little energy my body had left.

Sabrina hadn't stabbed me in the back – I wouldn't f*cking believe it! There were a thousand reasons why that goddamned spy chip he put on her could've went dead, and these *s were fixated on only one. Betrayal.

“Come on, Anton. Knock it the f*ck off. We need you to save that shit for later if the Ligiotti's goons come storming in here.”

“They won't!” I snarled, feeling my ribs creak when I spoke. “Your heads are so far up your asses you'd think your own guts were trying to strangle you. There's nobody coming. We're the f*ckups for laying here like rats while they've taken her, taken my girl.”

“Your girl?” Lev wiped his bloody nose. “Prison f*cked you up, brother. Dunno why the hell you can't see it. You went head over heels for the first piece of * that landed in your bed, and she f*cked you over. You should've let us handle her.”

My fists slapped the floor. I fought like hell to get up and bust his f*cking jaw for saying that, but Daniel held me down, giving the back of my skull a good crack against the hard floor.

“None of us are thinking rationally. That goes for you too, Lev.” He looked up, as if trying to smooth shit over. “What we need here is patience. We've got to buckle down and wait instead of tearing each other to pieces, dammit. Just wait, brothers. The crew we sent out to the city will tell us something soon.”

Bastard. Always the voice of reason, even when I'd just come within a hair trigger of fracturing his damned eye socket. My fists were still seething, ready to beat and blind and kill, when he finally let me up.

Breathing without his fat arm around my throat was amazing. But it still wouldn't come easy, not even twenty minutes later when I sat in the chair, rolling out the latest knots in my arm with the table's edge. I'd never breathe easy 'til she was back in these arms, safe and f*cking sound.

She shouldn't have gone out with nothing more than a secret bug and a burner phone. And I was the * who sent her, the f*ck who'd let my brothers get away with this bullshit compromise, tracking her like a goddamned animal.

All three of us eyed each other like hungry wolves hovering over a lone rabbit.

A knock at the door shattered the tense silence. I was the first one up, beating my brothers to the big door.

It swung open, revealing old Grigor in his prim suit. I nearly bowled him over heading for the small, broken looking thing behind him.

“She just showed up on our doorstep,” I heard him say, and then I stopped listening to anything at all.

“Sabrina!” Her name bounced off the high ceiling as I scooped her up, threw my arms around her, and crushed her in my embrace.

Shit. She'd appeared outta the darkness right when I needed her like an honest-to-f*ck angel. I squeezed her tight, forcing myself to understand she was real, wondering why the hell she wasn't grabbing me back.

“Damn it, babe, I thought you were a goner. What happened? They didn't hurt you?”

“I got away,” she said coldly. “Uncle Gioulio welcomed me back at first, but he started to get suspicious pretty fast. He kept me in a room at his house, posted guards outside. I managed to sneak out, hail a taxi. Here I am.”

She pulled away. Too cold, too tired, too defeated for my liking. Hearing her say that shit was like listening to a dull recording.

What the f*ck's going on here? And where the hell did she get that mangled, ugly ass coat?

My eyes slid up and down the weird thing draped around her shoulders. It was an overstuffed winter coat that looked like it'd seen better days. I didn't like looking at it, and not just because it covered up that bitching body my cock was starting to pine for all over again. It was jagged, dirty, one shoulder coming apart at the seams.

“Babe.” She flinched when I reached out and grabbed her chin.

My fingers dug in harder. I forced her to look at me, all while the voices behind me went dead silent. My brothers were watching the scene with Grigor.

Lev approached, fists balled at his sides. “You'd better sit her down. Make her start talking. If this bitch has betrayed us...”

I spun, dragging poor Sabrina with me. He stopped mid-sentence. Our cold eyes met, and he was the first to break, looking away with a loud snort.

That's right. Brother or not, I promised another beating if one more word came outta his mouth. And this time, they'd have to put me in a f*cking coma to stop my fists.

“She's mine. I'll do the debriefing. Neither of you f*cks is patient enough to do it right.”

Patience. Motherf*cking patience. I threw Daniel's word back at them and took off, leaving my brothers standing with our old head servant at the base of the stairs.

“My room. Let's go.” Sabrina moved on a little ahead of me.

I watched her walk for telltale signs of pain, injury. Nothing. Her footsteps were slow, almost reluctant, and I couldn't figure out why.

Great. Not only did I have my brothers to shut up, I needed to dig the truth outta her. I made a promise right there that anybody who did her the least harm was gonna f*cking suffer.

Soon as she was in the room, I slammed the door behind me. “Babe, what's going on? We're home. You can tell me without worrying about their ears on us.”