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Barone continues, “Marco will pay for your crimes. Don’t worry. The club will not end your life, but they have free rein. They only need to leave you breathing. After they are done with you, you’ll be sent home to prepare for your brother Giovanni’s marriage to the Greco girl.” Marco blanches at the new information, and the fury in his eyes lets everyone know he will blow soon.
Marco looks at Barone, then Princess, and that once shocked and furious face becomes a blank mask. “You know.” He stares at Princess smugly and with malice in his eyes. Princess is looking at everything but him. But that doesn’t stop him. “Yes, you were to be my wife, but you would not be afforded the life of luxury your mother and I promised you.” He chuckles darkly, staring at the top of Princess's head. Who is now sitting with her hands clenched in her lap as she looks down at them. Barone's eyes narrowed on him, watching and waiting. “Surprise… surprise your mother, and I lied to the poor naïve girl, idiot MC Princess scum. You wouldn’t have been treasured as my wife, respected, or cherished.” Letting out another humorless laugh. “No… no. You would have been my doll, the little toy that I would use and watch be used. And then when I was done, I would put you on a shelf to look pretty and then take you down again and do it all over.”
Faster than we can blink, Barone is out of his seat and into the back, body straddling the center console as he holds Marco by the collar of his shirt. Baron’s voice is calm as he speaks to the man. Marco's laughs quickly turn into pained groans when Baron punches him in quick succession. Serves the little motherfucker right.
My hand is squeezed again, and my attention is drawn to Princess's labored breathing. She silently cries and watches the scene unfold. The car suddenly comes to a stop. Barone is still in Marco's face, still giving the little shit the business. We see Princess’s door yanked open and her being pulled out of the vehicle. At first, we don’t know what the fuck is happening, and Prez hops up out of his seat, ready to charge out of the room, as do the rest of us.
“It’s just Rocket. She doesn’t need to see that shit. She has been through enough.” Blaze speaks up.
We watch the screens, and they flicker, following Princess as she’s placed into another SUV, cradled in Rocket's arms. When he attempts to settle her into the back seat, she clings to him and cries. She may be a spoiled and entitled bitch at times, but the girl didn’t deserve this shit.
This is going to mess with her head for a long ass time. When her mother’s intentions for her first came to light, she was in denial. Now, she finally understands that the woman she called mother only cared because of what she could do for her. And that the man that she thought was her knight in shining armor was a sadistic prick. Yeah, she’s going to be fucked up for a minute.
The fucked-up thing about all of this was that there wasn’t much for Beverly to gain from this, but a hell of a lot for her to lose. Yes, I guess she would have the contract with hers, and her family would be in a higher standing within the five families. She fucked herself by going through with all of this, and now she has no one, not her ex-husband, not her kids. She probably doesn’t even have her current husband willing to stick to her conniving ass.
Watching Rocket try to comfort Princess while she clings to him has me seeing the guy differently. Unlike the rest of his team and family, he doesn’t hide his crazy. That shit is on full display. So seeing him soft and carrying in the way he is–is odd. But he is doing what any of us would do, even me. She needs the comfort and the time to come to terms with all this shit.
“How far out are they?” Prez says, still standing with his arms crossed, looking at the screen where his daughter is quietly falling apart.
“Two minutes,” Blaze Answers.
“Good.” Prez uncrosses his arms and stares at the screen for a few more moments, eyes bouncing back and forth between his daughter and where his Ex-wife continues losing her shit. He takes a breath, stands, and quickly exits the room. Everyone watches him go before Savvy stands and does the same. Bellamy squeezes my hand, looks up at me, gives me an exhausted, sad smile, and nods. I lean into her a few inches from her face.
“How are you doing, tornado?” I ask.
Staring into her eyes, I’ll be glad when this shit is over and done with, so my woman can focus on cooking our kid and not conniving, power-hungry bitches. She stares at me for a moment and leans in for a kiss. My lips linger for a few, and then she pulls away.
“I’m okay. I’ll be glad when all this is over. But I’m warning you now that I’m getting a case of the hangry. Feed me, Semore.” I chuckle and shake my head at her, standing and pulling her up with me.
Today was the best and worst day for us. I refuse to let this shit dim what we are and have. Bellamy is the best person I know against everything she had to deal with. She worked even against her own family and prevailed in helping to bring to an end a decades-long wrong, and I’m fucking so proud and in awe of her.
We and the other brothers walk out of the room, following our President and Savvy.
Forty-Seven
SAVVY
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As I watched everything unfold, and so close to getting my hands on the woman who took great pleasure in destroying lives. It makes me giddy, and I don’t do giddy. The satisfaction of watching Beverly Berlusconi-Ferrari show everyone who and what she has had my body releasing a tension I’ve held onto for two decades. The conniving bitch is nearly in the palm of my hands, and it has my heart beating in a way it hasn’t for years.
Do I wish there would have been more blood guts and less of this civilized shit that my godson is so fond of? Of course, I’m the motherfucking Widow Maker. Blood and guts are what I do, what I’m known for, but this will do. A more personal touch. I smirk at myself. By night's end, her blood will be on my hands and her eyes on mine while she realizes just how much she’s lost. There is so much that Gunner, her children, and mine do not know about Beverly. So much she needs to atone for. I’m more than happy to be a judge and jury. Unfortunately, she still has a long life of misery to live. So she will not be executed by my hand.
As we all stand in the compound's parking lot, I look at my daughter as she happily smiles at her man as he holds her close. She is so in love and at peace, which is the icing on the cake. Fate had a plan for my girl; I just hope that bitch doesn’t get too froggy. My girl deserves a future filled with love and happiness.
Even though my life until now has been filled with heartbreak and pain, I know it will not be my children's or grandchildren's fate. I will not allow it. And because of everything I’ve been through in my life, that is a promise I can keep. At the end of this night, it will be a promise I will guarantee.
As the vehicles approach, I watch as Gunner instinctively knows which one holds his daughter, heading to it anxiously. I chuckle to myself. From what I hear and have seen, that daughter of his is not much better than the mother, trying to force herself into a man's life who didn’t want her. Their circumstances were a little different. Taz never wanted Paisley, so there was no competition for my Bell. Either way, I know my daughter has found her forever and does not have to deal with the constant ache of missing the other half of her soul. Like the kids, say that shit is for the birds.
When Gunner pulls his crying daughter into his arms, I watch them. He and I still have a lot to work through and talk about. Everyone thinks we’ve been having some super-secret friends-with-benefits situation when we disappear into his office. That is not the case, nor was it for lack of trying on his part. Unlike Gunner, I can’t just snap out of it and forgive the way everyone seems to think that I have. The word “sorry” doesn’t do it for me. It isn’t enough, not for what was done to me. I know deep down in my cold, dead heart that he made the best choice he could at the moment, but I still ended up shattered and broken and had to be rebuilt into who and what I am.
Looking around, I turn and walk back into the clubhouse. My heart ceases to beat as I prepare for what is to come.
GUNNER
Thank fuck, this shit is over; now I need to get my woman's forgiveness.
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