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Isabella.
This is it, this is the moment I kill my father. Even if it gets me killed too. Fuck.
My entire body trembles with the force it takes for me to contain myself. To not fly out of my chair and help her, pick her up, protect her.
Gus lets out a loud cackle, bringing me back to the present. I have to blink a few times, forcing the blackness that was creeping into my vision to recede. The room comes back to me and I find the woman right fucking in front of me, pushed over the table at her waist. Her hair is a mess, all over the place, her hands are bound behind her back and her steady, muffled sobs, fill the room.
But the more I gain my vision back, the more I push away the darkness that was threatening to take me over completely, the more I see what's really in front of me.Whois really in front of me.
The brown hair is closer to black than chocolate. Her skin is golden tan, not pale white and freckled. Her frame is curvy and tall, not tiny and petite. Her clothing is fitted, not the chunky, oversized sweaters that my woman lives in.
It's not her,mi cariño,my girl, the one who holds my fucking heart in the palm of her tiny, perfect hand.
No, it's not her at all and that knowledge calms the devil inside of me that was ready to raze the fucking earth. The monster that my father created. The one that will also take his fucking life someday. But with the realization that this woman isn't Isabella, also comes the horrific truth thatshe is still someone.
Someone's daughter, someone's loved one, maybe even someone's mother.
Gus steps behind her, fisting her long, dark brown hair in his meaty, filthy hand. He yanks her head back, causing her to release a loud wail. Her frantic eyes dart around the room and I'm finally able to see her tear-stained and bruised face.
Dolores's daughter. God-fucking-damnit.
"What the fuck is this about?" I snap, feeling seconds from stabbing this twisted motherfucker and saying to hell with it all. The more she looks at me, petrified like she's unsure if she should beg me for help or if I'm the one who's going to destroy her, the more I lose what little resolve I have left.
Gus tuts me like my outburst was un-fucking-justified. My eyes meet his and I know he can see all of my emotions out in the open right now but I can't fucking control it and he can't fucking expect me to.
"This dear boy is a lesson. Did you really think that my men were not following you that night? That I was not testing you? The only thing you pieces of shit did correct, was kill the fuckingputa that I instructed you to kill, however, it seems you left behind a witness, no?" he asks, eyeing each of us as though he wants a fucking answer when all he really wants is to hear himself speak. "I understand that my men got in the way, but as long as the woman was taken down, I don't really give a fuck. Smart setting the fire to get rid of the evidence but you left one of my men behind." He clicks his tongue and shakes his head like we're naughty children. "Sloppy," he chides.
"The job wasn't forher, she was irrelevant," Maddox grits out through clenched teeth, glaring at our father with eyes full of hatred and malice. My hand shifts, instinctively going for my gun, only to remember that it's not there because we're stripped of any weapons whenever we're in Gus's presence. Probably because he fucking knows that we would not even blink an eye before we had a bullet in his forehead. Nonetheless, my body instinctively reaches for it, knowing that Maddox won't get away with his comment or tone. We may, but he won't.
Never.
"Shut the fuck up, you worthlesshijo de puta!" Gus snarls, tossing the woman back down on the table. Her bound hands prevent her from catching herself before her head collides with a loudcrack. She cries out and I can feel her eyes boring into the side of my head, but I can't bring myself to look at her. I don't know what I would do if I saw the pleading look in her eyes right now.
My heart tells me to save her. My body itches with the instinct to pull her and my brothers out of the concrete cell. But my mind.…
My mind fucking knows better. My mind knows that there is absolutely no saving this woman from whatever Gus has planned. I can't do or say a goddamned thing without sacrificing my brother's wellbeing, both blood and not. If the punishment was for me alone, I'd take it in a heartbeat, but I know it won't be that easy.
Gus storms around the table, coming to stand behind Maddox. In less than a second, he has his hand wrapped around Madd's throat and he uses the hold to jerk his head back and an unnatural angle. Gus forces Maddox to look up at him and I justknowmy father is reveling in the fact that with Madd sitting, he has an unfair advantage and it puts Maddox in a position he hasn't been in since he was a child; looking up at our dad.
"You are such a waste, you know that?Eres un maldito idiota. Not deserving of the Luna name. You areweak. You should have killed theputa!What did I teach you?No muestres piedad, si?" Gus spits.
My brother glares at Gus, not backing down even the slightest despite the fact that his neck is bent and his breathing is restricted. My palms sweat at the visual. He could snap my baby brother's neck so fucking quickly and there wouldn't be a goddamned thing I could do about it. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to calm the fuck down once again before I have a fucking heart attack or explode. I need to distract him. I need—
"Can we get on with this," Nyx drawls, acting as unaffected as ever. My eyes snap open in time to see Nyxon shift backward in his seat and plant his hands behind his head as though he's bored as fuck. I know what he's doing. He's doing what I couldn't do. He's doing it because he knows that Maddox is my weakness, that I would never let anything happen to him. Ever.
He's doing it because he knows that we cannot risk blowing everything up right now when we are so fucking close to ending this once and for all and that everything Gus is doing right now, is to get a reaction out of us.
The remainder settles me. We can't fuck up because we need to fucking end it.
"Yes. Please tell us what this is about, Sir," I say, my voice cool and controlled, despite the war happening inside of me. I just want to get the fuck out of here safely with my brothers so I can go home and see with my own two eyes that Isabella is really okay.
Gus falters. The combination of Nyxon's disrespect and my submission and acceptance, cause him to finally relent. He shoves Madd away from him and grins at me as he moves back toward the woman. He smacks Nyx on the back on the head on his way but the larger man doesn't even acknowledge the hit.
"Si, let's get on with it. You're right, I've got things to do," Gus chuckles, stepping up behind the woman. She flinches when she feels his presence, though she can't see him from his position. You'd have to be dead to not be able to feel a threat like Augustus Luna at your back. "You boys lost me over a million in product this week and you will make up for it, starting with this one."
"What does that mean?" Stone asks, speaking for the first time. Gus's brows lift as he sneers at him before turning his gaze back onto the woman. His hands slide down her back slowly until he finally reaches the waistband of her jeans. He yanks on it, making her cry out in fear. Her body shakes so badly, the heavy-duty table she's been tossed on starts the tremble. Gus's hand continues its descent, finally stopping between her legs. The way she screams into her gag, I know he's squeezing her pussy and I know he's not being fucking gentle.
"You seehijos,there is no greater weakness for a man than a woman. They are beautiful sirens that call to us, no? They have the power to ruin a great man, to take his power. They have golden cunts and sloppy mouths and they wield them like a sword, taking us down one by one." Every word is punctuated with a grasp, squeeze, touch, smack, and other unwanted and painful touches on her body. Bile creeps up my throat and I have to continuously swallow it down along with my fucking soul that isscreamingat me to do something. "But that is why we must never let them get to us. We must always remind them that they are only as valuable as their body and what's between their thighs."
