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“You better call their mom. She is definitely up to some shit.”
I look at Bell like she’s lost her fucking mind. All I get is a lifted brow.
Sitting back in my chair, I run my hand over my face and try to calm my pounding heart. I have been avoiding that woman, my ex-wife, since finding out she knew the consequences of her actions. The bitch trapped me with the pregnancy of our eldest son to get out of a marriage contract. It still makes my blood boil to even think about it. How did the bitch even know I was a good guy or a better guy than the one she was supposed to marry? I have so many fucking questions for the conniving bitch. Knowing myself, I’d end her if we ever came face to face, and before I got the answers I sought.
So, no calling Beverly is not ranking high on my list of shit to do tonight. Her ass is not someone I want to talk to or deal with ever again. The one time I tried talking to her after finding out about her betrayal of our daughter, which I was smart enough not to mention I knew about. She tried to play her constant calls and texts off as if she was missing our kids. Then, when that didn’t work, she started spewing her shit. I became the asshole that was turning our grown adult children against her. And that they were ignoring her calls, texts, and emails because I’m bitter about our divorce and I’m forcing them to choose sides. No, they are ignoring her ass because she is a conniving bitch who deserves to rot in the deepest depths of hell.
“Can you at least explain this to me?” I let out a long breath. “I have been avoiding the bitch, as have the kids, since you and your brother showed up. I wanted to get more information about all this shit and have a plan in place before dealing with her ass,” I say to Bellamy, who has gone back to typing on her computer.
She stops and looks up at me with a grim look. Well, shit.
“So, we thought the youngest Rossi ordered the attack, and we were right and wrong. Beverly knew about what was supposed to happen tonight. She encouraged it. I’m currently looking at the correspondence between her and Marco. She gives him everything. The layout of the building, what she knew of your security measures. Locations of safe rooms and how to get in them. The bitch specifically asked them to take you out.” She turns her screen around to me, and I read the messages.
I shot up from my chair, ignoring the outrage of my brothers. Ignoring the angry voices of my sons. My hand goes through the door that leads from the chapel to my office. My breathing is labored, and my heart feels like it will beat out of my chest. That fucking bitch.
My fists clenched open and closed at my sides. I try to breathe out my anger. I can’t lose it right now. I can’t stomp out of here and find that bitch and slit her fucking throat. Or could I?
Turning around slowly facing the room, my eyes meet my children’s Bellamy, Blaze, Chase, and Preston; like me, I see the fury in all their eyes. The devastation and betrayal on Chase and Preston’s faces nearly gutted me. My boys have always been Mama's boys. They love their mother, even though she and I weren’t meant to be together. Or the fact that she was hell on wheels to everyone else but them. She was a good mother to them. It wasn’t until the divorce that she changed and started distancing herself from them. And then, after they found out what she did… what she knew, they have been returning the favor even though it hurts them. This new information, I know, has to be killing them. The more they learn about Beverly, the more pain she causes them. She is forcing them to do precisely what she accuses me of. She is forcing them to choose me over her.
“She knew you wouldn't give Paisley up. She knew you would call on every one of your connections. She knew you would fight for your daughter and do everything possible to get her back if she were taken. I don’t know what she thought Bull and Vex would do. Did she think they would let this go because she was their mother? It makes no sense. But honestly, the whole mafia marriage contract shit rarely does.” Bellamy says as she leans back into Taz. I see the concern and worry in my VP’s eyes. Not only is that bitch gunning for my daughter, but she is also gunning to take me out.
“Pop, you need to call her and put all this shit on the table. She needs to know that we know what she did and is doing. She needs to know that we will not stand for it. This woman, this Beverly, is not my mother. I don’t know who she is, but she is not my mother, and if she doesn’t fix this shit…”
Bull walks over to me, face set in pure fury. He is ready to fucking blow, and I don’t goddamned blame him. He squares his shoulders and looks me dead in my eyes.
“Then she has to die. She can’t live if she does this type of shit.”
“They all have to die,” comes from Vex.
And I never imagined this would be our lives that I might have to end my children's mother's life to protect them. But if it is what I must do, it will be done. If it is war the bitch and the mafia want, then it is war they’ll get.
Twenty-Nine
BELLAMY
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The anger coming off of Bull and Vex is palpable. My heart aches for my brothers. No matter how we came to be, a child shouldn’t be forced to choose between parents. No child should feel disregarded and betrayed by their parents, either. It is heartbreaking to know their mother has no qualms about selling their sister off because she ran from her contract. And to top it off, the bitch has no qualms about sending lackluster mercenaries to try to kill her ex-husband–my father and to take Princess.
That bitch has another thing coming.
She should have just sat there, eating her bonbons and lobster tails like a good mafia wife, and minded her P's and q's. She was already on my shit list. Now the bitch better be praying to whatever god that I don’t get my hands on her before Gunner does. Because as much as my father is a hard MC President whose hands are drenched in blood. Killing the mother of his children is not something I think he can do and still keep his sanity. Me… If she wants to play with the big boys, bring it on, bitch, because I’ll end her and not think twice about it.
“Old man, let's discuss a few things before you call her. I think having as many pieces to the puzzle will be beneficial. It will also keep her from trying to pull on your heartstrings and will twist this situation to suit her needs.” I stare at my father as he stands above me. Bull turns from where he’s standing in front of Gunner, and the pain in his eyes makes me look away. I may be a world-class assassin and mercenary, but I'm still human, and the hurt I see in my brother's eyes is too much for me to handle. Turning my head, I catch Blaze’s eyes, and he gives me a nod in understanding, knowing that this job is becoming far more emotionally taxing for me. Shit, these people are turning me into an emotional mess.
And let’s not forget Mr. Pokey pants, who called himself claiming me in front of Gunner, my family and the club. I thought Blaze would lose his shit at the very least, but nope, his big ass just stood there with a blank look on his face, staring daggers at Gunner. Pain, Rocket, and Sin stood there like big ol’ dummies, snickering like schoolgirls. Oh yeah, Taz and I’ll be having a long chat about going all alpha male on me and not just about the claiming part, the manhandling part two. I twist in his lap a little, knowing it is torturing his ass, and his arm bands around my hip and tighten as he hisses in my ear. Serves him right. Now he has to sit and be tortured by my very luscious ass. That shit will be uncomfortable as fuck the longer he sits here and gets no relief. I said it once, and I’ll repeat it. Serves. His. Ass. Right. I keep my face blank to not tip anyone off about what I’m doing. Childish? Maybe, but he did it to himself.
I hear a throat clear, and my eyes snap to Blaze. And if I didn’t know him so well, I wouldn’t notice the amusement in his eyes. Shit, focus. I nod, letting him know to share what he knows.
“So when things started, my team, including my lovely sister,” he says with amusement, lacing his voice, “knew we needed to find out what the fuck was going on and if we could quickly and efficiently find out who was behind it. I had noticed right off the bat that the coms my team and I wear were not functioning, which had Rocket and me immediately going to my vehicle, where my equipment was being stashed for the time being. I needed to find out why my shit wasn’t working the way it should have been.” Blaze growls out. I know that burns his ass to know someone was smart enough to block the signal booster he has in place so that no matter where we are, we can communicate with each other. I know when I came to the club, I intentionally didn’t have my coms in, but Blaze could still use my phone to hear everything, fucker. “Thank fuck. I parked outside the compound.” he says as if it were a coincidence, it wasn’t. “Once I got everything booted up, I could find where the issue was, or rather what the issue was, which took Rocket and me to a house.”
“What house and how far from here is it?” Gunner cuts in.
“Marco Rossi recently sold and purchased it. It is a little more than a mile from here.” Blaze answers and then continues, “Once Rocket and I made it to the location, we saw approximately fifteen men gearing up. Naturally, I assumed they were also a part of the group attacking the compound. I was right. Rocket and I took them out. It was clear they were heavily armed and up to some bullshit. Once they were neutralized, I destroyed the equipment that was being used to block my fucking signal.” he says the last part with clenched teeth and a look at me. Saying he destroyed it but got from it what he needed. I give him a nod, letting him know I understand. “We took no prisoners and left no one alive. Our team has already cleaned and collected what was needed. We should have the identities of everyone involved in this shit within the next twenty-four hours.”
“Who the fuck are these people, Prez?”
Not for the first time, the question is asked. And there needs to be a proper introduction to who we are and why we are here. Princess's crazy ranting and a passing explanation aren’t good enough, and I understand the need to know who we are. This is their family that’s under attack, after all.
