UNCHAIN ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 3 Page 15

  “They are innocent,” I whisper, just loud enough for Drago to hear. His fingers squeeze my thigh as his response as I attempt to control myself.

  “Let the women be reunited in the bar. Leave the rest of this conversation up to the men?” Drago asks.

  Gavino looks from him to me, something flickers in his gaze as his eyes focus on mine, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. If I thought that he possessed it, I would think that I see pity or maybe an apology in his gaze. However, it’s gone before I can analyze it.

  “Arlo, go with them,” Gavino demands.

  “Mountain and Jag, go with Bella,” Drago orders as his hand falls from my leg.

  I don’t turn away from him immediately. Instead, I bend slightly, brushing my lips across his cheek. I start to straighten my back, but he doesn’t allow me. Instead, he lifts his hand, wrapping it around the back of my neck and his lips touch mine.

  The kiss is hard, brutal, owning.

  It’s perfect.

  Once I’m released, I straighten my back, not looking at Gavino and with my head held high, I walk out of the conference room. My eyes shift to the men in suits who stand against the wall, but not one of them is looking at me, instead they are focused on their shiny Italian leather shoes.

  They should be.

  Bastards.

  The door to the room closes behind me. As soon as the door clicks, my shoulders sag. My eyes find my sisters and I am unable to control the tears. They fall immediately before I even take off in a run toward them.

  Wrapping them in my arms, I inhale deeply as my body shakes. My sisters. Once small girls, now approaching womanhood and I hate that they are here, in this mess, all because of me.

  “Bella,” Pippa says as soon as we release one another and I take a step back. She’s the older of the two, at seventeen, by only a week.

  I don’t respond to her, my eyes instead shifting to Arlo. “Why them?” I ask weakly.

  He shakes his head. “He wouldn’t hear of this going down any other way. He has a reputation to uphold, you know that.”

  Arlo is right. I do know that. Although, I thought that he would just take his anger out on me. Drag me back and kill me to make an example out of me. No way in hell did I think that he would round up my little sisters. Had I even an inkling that he would do that, I would have stayed there until the day that I died.

  “He’s the Boss.” I shrug, looking down to my feet.

  I don’t know Arlo well, but I’m not about to say anything bad about Gavino in front of him, that’s for sure. Arlo watches me for another breath, then he shakes his head once and walks over to a table and sinks down in one of the chairs.

  Reaching for my sisters’ hands, I guide them over to a table out of earshot of Arlo and we all take a seat. They look terrified, their eyes wide and darting everywhere.

  I feel Mountain and Jaguar’s presence behind us, but when I chance looking back at them, I notice that Jag has his eyes on the closed conference room door, and Mountain has his gaze focused on Arlo.

  “Tell me, where’s Mom and what has happened the past three years?” I practically beg.

  Pippa and Rosana both look at one another, then over to me. “Mom left when you did. We haven’t seen her since. We’ve been living with Auntie Irene for the last three years,” Pippa states.

  I blink, shocked by her words. I lift a shaky hand to my throat, then shift my gaze over to Arlo. He is watching us, but he doesn’t look any different than he did just minutes ago. Slowly, I stand. Turning toward him, I silently approach.

  Arlo doesn’t move, he tips his head back and his eyes focus on my face as I approach him. “Where is my mother?” I demand on a hiss.

  His gaze flickers behind me to my sisters, then back to me. Without skipping a beat, his lips twitch into a smirk.

  “Do you think we’d allow a woman so easily willing to sell her daughter? A daughter of the famiglia to live?” he asks, arching his brow.

  “Where is she?” I demand again.

  He presses his lips together, then shifts his gaze from me to the closed conference room door, then back to me. “Don’t know her exact location, but that doesn’t matter. Just know she won’t be able to hurt you or them,” he announces, lifting his chin toward my sisters.

  “But Gavino will, so why the fuck does it matter?”

  Arlo shakes his head once. “You are the daughters of a Made Man. She sold you for her own benefit. Your father may have made his mistakes, ones that cost him his life, but you were all four set for life. The bitch was just selfish. She wanted more,” he explains.

  My knees shake. Then wobble and I grab ahold of the back of a chair and slowly sink down until I’m sitting next to him. My legs are unable to move, my breath completely stolen from my body. What in the fuck just happened here?

  “Is she dead?” I ask on a whisper.

  He looks me straight in the eyes, not a bit of emotion staring back at me and he smirks. “Doesn’t matter,” he coolly announces. “Just know those girls will be fine. If Gavino wanted them in his stable, they’d be there, with or without you. If they want to be there, they’re more than welcome, but he is not the same man as Antonio Rossi,” he murmurs.

  I open my mouth to ask him what he means, to demand he speak straight and tell me what the fuck is going on. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. The conference room door flies open and men file out of it, Gavino in front of the group.

  His eyes scan the room quickly before they find me, and he marches toward me. Mountain and Jaguar are faster, appearing at my side and back before Gavino approaches.

  “Stand down, boys,” Gavino rumbles.

  Neither Mountain nor Jaguar move a muscle. Gavino clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he looks from them to me. Able to use my muscles again, I slowly stand so that I am directly in front of him. Gavino shifts his gaze to me and he relaxes just a bit, not enough that anyone would notice unless they knew him as well as I did.

  “A deal has been made,” he gently explains.

  I gulp, turning my head to look over to my sisters, then back to him. “Pippa and Rosana?” I chance asking.

  He shakes his head in one sharp move. “They will return to Irene Mazzilli, no harm will come to them. However, an example must be made, Bella,” he almost purrs.

  Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath, waiting for what I know is going to be my demise. I’m done for. There is no way that he will let me live, not after the way that I ran, not after the shame that I’ve caused and the loss of a trade and the sales.

  Gavino slips his fingers beneath my chin and slowly lifts my head. His eyes look down at me, tilting his head to the side, he takes me in for a moment, really searching my face. His lips twitch, and he shakes his head as if he cannot believe what he sees.

  “You love him,” he states. “Fuck,” he chuckles.

  He leans forward and I hold my breath. His lips brush my cheek, just as I hear both of the men behind me growling.

  “Be happy, Bellarosa,” he murmurs before he straightens.

  He holds both of his hands up in a surrender pose as he takes a couple of steps backward. He lifts his chin, his eyes moving over to my sisters, then jerks his chin toward the door.

  “What will happen to them, in the future?” I ask before he’s too far out of earshot from me.

  He shrugs, his eyes moving over to them, then back to me. “The future is up to them. I do not create the same contracts as Rossi did.”

  Without any more explanation, he turns and walks out of the door, half of his entourage with him. My sisters make their way up to me, both of them looking relieved and surprised.

  I reach for them again, wrapping my arms around them and inhale their scents, trying to commit it to memory.

  “Be safe,” I whisper to them. “I am here if you ever need me, this is where you can find me.”

  They nod as they each take a few steps back. Pippa turns her head, her eyes finding mine. “Love you, Bellarosa
.”

  “I love you, too,” I whimper.

  Tears stream down my face as the room completely clears of the Zanetti famiglia. I glance around, once my sisters are out of the room I look for Drago. Wolfe is standing by the conference room door and he lifts his chin.

  “He’s in here waiting for you,” he says, his voice deep and more of a rumble than anything else.

  My feet move, my legs trembling with each step and I walk toward the closed door. As soon as I approach, Wolfe opens it for me, and I step inside.

  Drago is exactly where he was when I left not long ago. He’s sitting in a chair at the head of the table, his eyes focused directly on me.

  DRAGO

  My eyes find hers as soon as she steps over the threshold. Fuck. She’s even more beautiful now that she’s officially mine to keep. Gavino was easy.

  The fucker caved as soon as she walked out of the door. A deal was struck, a personal one that didn’t even involve the club.

  No war, not even a hint of one was had. Don’t know how I got so goddamn lucky, but here I am.

  “Come to me, panties off by the time you get here,” I demand.

  Bellarosa doesn’t even fucking flinch at my order. I’m sure it’s nothing she hasn’t heard before. She shimmies her panties down, hissing as the fabric skims her thigh, my brand. Reaching for my jeans, I unbutton, unzip, and shove them down my hips and to my knees as she continues to me.

  “What deal did you make with them?” she asks quietly.

  With my dick in hand, I stroke myself once, lifting my chin toward her. She reaches for the hem of her short dress and quickly whips it over her head, dropping it onto the floor by her feet. Wordlessly, she straddles my hips.

  Aligning the head of my cock with her entrance, I groan as she sinks down until she has taken all of me inside of her. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I tip my head back and look up into her hooded gaze.

  Licking my lips, I watch her as she inhales and exhales deeply. “It was personal,” I shrug.

  “How personal?”

  Grinning, I slide one of my hands up her side to cup her small tit, pinching her already erect nipple before tugging on the sweet bud. My other hand, I slip between us and begin to rub firm circles against her clit.

  Her eyelids flutter closed, but she doesn’t move, waiting for my instruction. I grin at that, wondering how long it would take before her control completely disappears.

  “I gave up all lineage, all rights, to the Ricci famiglia,” I shrug.

  Her eyes pop open, her mouth dropping in shock. “Drago,” she whispers.

  I shake my head. “I didn’t want it, didn’t give a fuck about it. This is my lineage. This is what my dad gave me. Not a famiglia. He gave me this family, a real one, not that bullshit in New York. Not that set of rules that I couldn’t give two fucks about following, not the arranged marriages or the suits. Fuck those suits,” I grunt.

  Bellarosa giggles, her eyes opening, then she moans when I pinch her clit. “That was all he wanted?” she asks on a whispered breath.

  I hum, leaning forward slightly, touching my lips to the hollow of her throat. “He wanted you to be happy, Bella,” I admit.

  Gavino, the fucking sap. He caved as soon as Bella walked out of the room. He had an agenda. He had plans on taking Bellarosa home, then freeing her. Obviously, he has a soft spot for her. That fucking ends, right goddamn now. No way in fuck am I ever going to allow him to see her again, that shit is done.

  Bellarosa lifts her hands, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she shifts her hips, rolling them. Her control is gone and I’m pleased as can fucking be to watch her unravel. Keeping my mouth against her throat, I suck her skin, biting her to leave a mark as she begins to ride me.

  Her movements become jerky as she fucks me faster, only her panting breaths filling the quiet room. She moans, dropping her head back as I continue to stroke her clit. I let out my own grunt as the ends of her hair skim my balls.

  “Harder,” I growl.

  I can feel her pussy flutter around me and I know that she’s close. I play her clit faster and press against it harder as she moves her hips so fucking fast that it almost draws my own release from my balls.

  She lets out a long, loud cry, most likely heard by every man in the clubhouse. I smirk, grunting as her cunt clamps down around me.

  Reaching down, I use both of my hands and pick her up behind her knees and shift her so that her ass is resting against the edge of the table. Looking down into her eyes, I watch as she gives me a small smile.

  “You’re mine forever now,” I whisper before I slam into her, pounding so fucking hard that I make the entire goddamn conference table scoot with each thrust of my hips.

  Bellarosa cries out with each thrust, urging me on to fuck her harder and faster. Fuck, this woman may be tiny but she can take a pounding. She is my match, one that I never thought that I would find. Her sore cunt takes me, takes everything that I give her as she begs for more.

  It doesn’t take me long to come, my back tingles, my balls draw up and I bury myself deep inside of her as I fill her body with my release. Lifting my gaze, I look deep into her eyes.

  Mine.

  “Still gonna knock you up, Fragolina,” I rasp.

  Her lips twitch into a small smile and I grunt as she lifts her hand, cupping my cheek with her small palm. “I think that is exactly what I want, Drago,” she breathes.

  “You have your freedom from him, but you will never have it from me, and you’ll never want it,” I declare.

  Lowering my face, I press my lips against hers as I lazily slide in and out of her pussy, my tongue doing the same in her mouth, fucking her with my mouth and cock simultaneously.

  Chapter Nineteen

  BELLAROSA

  Margot runs toward Drago as soon as we walk into the bar area. His body stiffens as she throws her arms around him and presses against his torso so tightly that you can’t even tell where she ends and he begins.

  I wait for a moment for the jealousy that I’ve become accustomed to when it comes to this woman, or any woman, to flow through me. It doesn’t. Maybe because he’s explained his feelings toward her, maybe because I feel more settled when it comes to him. Instead, I watch her, tilting my head to the side and feeling almost sorry for her.

  Drago has given up something tremendous for me, even if he doesn’t think that he did—he did. He can no longer lay claim to the Ricci famiglia, in my world that is gigantic, and he did that all for me. That means something.

  “Margot,” he grunts.

  I watch as he wraps his hands around her biceps and not too gingerly pushes her off of him. She jerks her head back, looking up at him, then her eyes slide over to me and I watch as they narrow before an ugly look crosses her features.

  Drago clears his throat, shaking his head in one sharp move before releasing her arms. One of his hands slides around my shoulders and tucks me into his side.

  “Glad you and Kora are good, it was just a precaution, bringing you here,” he murmurs.

  She shifts her gaze back to him, then licks her lips, attempting to look sexy. It doesn’t work. Instead, she just kind of looks sad and desperate. I hate that for her, she’s a pretty woman when she isn’t glaring at me and acting like a bitch.

  “So, you’re together. This child and you? You know you’re old enough to be her father?” she hisses.

  Drago snorts. “Bitch. Don’t,” he warns.

  She takes a step back, her body moving as if he’s slapped her. I see something work behind her eyes, something that I definitely don’t like. I’ve seen that work behind the eyes of whores who didn’t get their way. Girls who thought that they could manipulate men to their favor, or bully to get their way with the other women.

  It never did work out too well for them in the end. Judging by how stiff and still Drago is holding his body, I doubt that it will for this woman either.

  “Don’t what? Tell you the truth? She’s going to end up just lik
e Journee. Strung out and fucking everything that moves. Abandoning you and your kid. Then you’ll be begging for me again, for my help. Except, I may not be there.”

  A noise causes me to look to the right. Kora is standing there, her eyes wide as she stares at Margot. I make a move to head toward Kora, but Drago squeezes my waist a bit tighter to keep me where I am.

  “If I see you again, you won’t want to know what will happen to you,” he seethes.

  His warning must resonate with Margot. She turns tail and begins to walk out of the clubhouse, the entire club watching her as she stomps away from us. Just when I think she’s going to walk out of the door, she stops and turns around.

  Her eyes find mine and she curls her lip before she speaks. “You’ll be sorry, Dragon.”

  Turning away from her, my eyes are focused on Kora and only Kora. Tears are welling in her pretty gray eyes and my heart squeezes in my chest at the sight. Jerking away from Drago, I twist out of his grasp and hurry toward her, ignoring him when he calls my name.

  Sinking down to my knees in the middle of the bar, uncaring how disgustingly dirty the floor probably is, I wrap my arms around Kora and pull her against my body. She buries her face in my neck and I feel the wetness touch my skin immediately.

  There is some talking around us, but I ignore everything. Closing my eyes, I run my fingers up and down her back. Her body jerks as she hiccoughs. Moving my arm behind her knees, I slowly stand up, taking her with me. My leg aches as I move, but I try to tamp down the pain that slices through me.

  Turning my head, I notice Drago is standing a few feet to the side of us, watching intently. “My office,” he grunts.

  He lifts his chin toward the hall and begins to walk. I follow him, trying my hardest to look straight ahead and ignore every person in the room who has their eyes on me, I can feel them burning my skin with each step that I take.

  Once we’re inside his office, I let out a sigh of relief when I hear the door close behind him with a soft click. Walking over to the couch, I slowly sit down with a small hiss of pain as my leg touches the rough fabric.