Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(17)

“You would make us enemies?”

“I would do whatever it took.”

His words had me pausing. Something was off.

“Spill it or spill your fucking guts.”

Pulling out the knife I press it into the soft flesh his shirt exposed. The tan flesh clenched as the cold steel makes contact.

“Why the fuck are you hiding?”

“I’m standing right here Jason.”

Pressing the blade into his flesh I watch as blood welled, and slide down its shinny exterior.

“Why do you want her?”

He doesn’t even acknowledge what I did to him. A small sliver of respect formed.

“Why the fuck are you protecting her?”

“She’s fucking mine.”

Everything in me revolted. He claimed her my baby sister was an old lady. Fuck this meant she was missing and he was just as fucking clueless.

“This change’s things.”

It was time to go looking in other places we’ve been here watching him what a waste of time.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

I needed to get Jaxson in here now.

“Jackal go get my brother, he’s sulking in the shadows across the street.”

They knew where we were just like we knew where they were. We didn’t exactly hide our presence.





Chapter 23


Beau

I just played my hand and he seemed relieved? Not that I could be positive about that. Jaxson’s long stride ate up the distance between us.

“Tell me everything.”

“Why do you want her?”

I wasn’t telling him shit until I knew for a fact she wasn’t being hunted by them for all the wrong reasons.

His calculating eyes cold as he took me in. I could tell he was assessing and weighing my every move all the things I’ve said and didn’t.

“Jason tells me she’s yours….”

He was fishing, and he already knew the answer to that, so I don’t say anything.

“Do you love her Beau?”

Ice dripped from his voice and a weaker man would have run for the hills.

“She’s mine and I protect what’s mine, so whatever it is she did its null and void.”

I would pay any price to keep her safe.

“Good answers.”

“Don’t you want to know what she did or didn’t do?”

“I don’t give two fucking shits Emilia is mine now.” The ice around Jaxson thinned a little and everything in my tensed.

“She’s very important Beau.”

What the fuck was he going on about it’s not like she’s the queen of England... well fuck is she? “We need to find her and keep her safe.”

I completely forgot about Jason I was so focused on his twin.

“No, I need to find her and keep her safe you need to go fuck off somewhere.”

“We can work together on this.”

“When the fuck did you become a hippie Jackal?”

What the fuck was he going to spew out next peace, love and flower power?

“Look Beau Emilia is…”

About fucking time someone starts fucking talking I didn’t really expect it to be Jaxson.

“She’s our little sister.”

Jason finished in a rush. Just like that the world turned different shades. She was a princess? A fucking mafia princess?

“I don’t give a fuck what standing she has with you she’s mine do you hear me?”

I thought they would fight me on this, but instead I got looks of relief.

“We need to find her now.” My thoughts exactly.

“And when we do she stays right here with me.”

I wasn’t handing her over to them if I had to kill them all I would.





Chapter 24


Emilia

The cold metal dug into my flesh.

“Emilia?”

“I’m here Lucy.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, hon it will be okay.”

Every day for the last month she calls out my name as if I could save her from our fate. She was different than the rest of us.

We were here to be sold she was here as a hostage and then she was to be sold. It didn’t save her from the visits.

Shudders had my cage rattling. The sound of the door opening had tears filling my eyes not today please not today.

I wasn’t going anywhere until the baby was born. My stomach hurt as it pressed into my knees and no matter how much I shifted the pressure didn’t dissipate.

“Lucy…”

Her screams echoed around me as the man we all dreaded came walking into view.

“No, not her.”

I screamed the words, hoping to distract him. As much as I didn’t want his attention I didn’t want it on her.

“Miss us sweetheart?”

Bile rises in my throat. Hands everywhere. I could feel them touching me. Opening my eyes, I remind myself I’m here and I’m alive.

“No Emmy please it will be okay.”

I could hear the fear in her voice the tears clogging them. She was terrified and from what she’s told me I could completely understand.

She’s been here for almost six months and she has suffered everything I have and more over that time. John was a sick bastard.