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I huff out a bitter laugh and run one of my hands through my hair before dropping it back down to her hip. I squeeze my hands and grit my teeth as the rage builds. "No, baby, he didn't stop. The fucker laughed and I will never forget the psychotic sound for the rest of my life. He laughed as he watched me and my brother fight over who would get beaten and he fuckingloved it. He said that if I was going to stand in his way when he's trying to turn his piece of shit pussy of a son into a man, then I could take every single one of Madd's punishments until Maddox grew the balls to stand up for himself." Shaking my head, I breathe deeply a few times as the need to kill the fucker right now rises up.
"Madd was small for his age and I was older and bigger. I was the last family member alive that gave a shit about him and he was just a fucking kid. I wasn't going to let that sick fuck beat him for shit that wasn't even his fault. So, I said yes and I would do it again a hundred times over. Maddox had already suffered enough. He didn't need to be beaten to hell on top of everything else. And the worst fucking part wasn't even getting my ass beat with a fucking chair leg. It was the fact that at that moment, Gus realized something that probably fucked us all over. When he saw us fighting to protect each other, he realized that our biggest weakness was his biggest weapon. He realized that he could use us against each other, to do whatever the fuck he wanted. He turned the four of us into soldiers, doing his bidding knowing that all he had to do was threaten one of us and we'd jump."
Ella stares at me for a moment, her tears now a steady stream. She reaches up and bats them away before sitting up straighter. I smirk at her and feel a wave of pride wash over me, interrupting the murderous thoughts crashing around in my head. My girl is tough as hell.
"Why isn't he dead yet?" she asks, her voice full of malice and steady resolve. It surprises the fuck out of me and I can't help but bark out a laugh. Sitting up, I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely until were both breathless.
"My murderous woman," I murmur against her lips. "You really are one of us, aren't you Cariño?" She giggles and rests her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her waist and lay back down, taking her with me. She settles more comfortably on my chest and I let out a breath, squeezing her tightly. The feeling of her on my body like this calms the storm inside of me and I get momentarily caught up in how perfectly she fits against my body. "He's going to die soon baby, I promise you that. We're just not ready yet."
"But why? You said you guys have been secretly working against him for a long time but if you have allies plus the four of you, why haven't you just taken him out? He deserves it for what he's done to all of you."
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. "Taken him out, huh? Damn, I didn't realize I was dating Rambo." Ella playfully slaps my chest and I not so playfully slap her ass in return, making her screech. "Yeah, Cariño, we've been working against him for a long fucking time but we can't take him out until we know that all ofhisallies have been dismantled. Right now, Gus is too important to too many big players, primarily The Diaz Cartel. If we were to take him out while he still has a job to do for them, which he does, then the obligation would fall to whoever takes over The Diablos after Gus dies."
"Which would be you," she supplies matter of factly. I sigh and nod.
"Yeah, I'm the heir so whatever debts he owes, whatever deals he's negotiated will still need to be fulfilled even when he's gone."
"Unless the deals are broken. Which is why you guys are working to dismantle all of his connections with everyone he's working with." She shifts so that she's looking up at me and smiles sweetly. "That's really smart and it makes sense. If you guys are able to kill all of the major ties and get rid of the income pipelines he's created, then you leave him vulnerable and helpless. No one will care if you take him out because you're making him an enemy to all the big players."
My mouth drops open as I gape at her. Where and the fuck did this woman come from? Stone said that she was brilliant even as a kid and it's not that I've ever doubted that but normal women don't know or understand this shit. She's looking at me like it all makes perfect fucking sense and for the umpteenth time, I want to know what and the hell her past is. She's fucking incredible.
"Fuck baby, you keep talking gang business and plotting murder and mayhem with me and I'll be balls deep in your cunt in no time," I groan, thrusting upward and grinding my now fully hard cock against her cunt.
Ella laughs loudly and the sound is like fucking magic to my ears. She doesn't laugh freely like this very often and it makes something in my gut fucking clench. I want to hear that sound every goddamned day.
"Wait, wait, wait," she giggles before her laughter finally fades away and her face takes on a stoic expression. I immediately want it to fuck off so I can hear her laugh again but I pause, waiting for her to continue. "I have to ask you one more thing before we do any ofthat."
"If by that, you mean me fucking your tight wet cunt then yes, by all means, ask your question so I can get tothat,"I drawl, grinding into her pussy again. She whimpers but her face stays serious. I roll my eyes and will my dick to calm the fuck down, promising him we'll be in our pussy soon.
"Umm, so, your uhh," she mumbles, her voice shaky and nervous. "Is that why you have the tattoos on your back? Because you don't like the scars or you're umm, are you embarrassed?" She quickly went from happy and lighthearted to anxious and for a second I'm confused as to why she would be so nervous about her question. But then it dawns on me and I know that clarifying this shit in her brain is more for her than it is for me. She's not asking about my scars, she's asking about hers.
"No baby, I'm not embarrassed about my scars one fucking bit. If it was up to me, I'd wear them like a badge of honor. I bled for my family time and time again and like I said, I don't regret it and I'd do it again. The scars remind me of everything I've been through and if anything, they prove to me that what I'm doing and working so fucking hard for, is worth it. Gus will pay for what he's done and nothing and no one will stop me until he's wiped from this earth for good."
Her eyes shift between mine and I can tell she still doesn't understand. "The tattoos that cover my scars aren't forme,Isabella. I'm not the one who sees the scars and I'm not the one who they upset."
"Maddox," she whispers. I nod once and her face falls.
We sit in silence for a few minutes while she processes everything I've said and I let her. I know it's a lot and I get it. She hasn't just walked into a world with four gangsters who have so much blood on their hands, we should honestly be in prison. She walked into a world where those four gangsters have more baggage than any one person has a right to have and taking us on, all four of us especially, is not something I envy her for. She's got a hell of a road ahead of her if she decides to stick around. All I can do is promise to make the journey worth it.
Ella
"SoIneededtotalk to you guys about something," I mumble between bites of spaghetti. Four sets of eyes look up at me with varying expressions across their too-handsome faces while they continue to devour their meal.
Gage and I barely rolled out of bed by the time the sun was setting. The rest of the guys were away for the day with business matters to attend to. Both of the legal and illegal varieties, though, they wouldn't give me any more information than that. Gage had to do some work in the new home office/Comms room, so I decided to make dinner. I'm not much of a cook but I was able to find the basic ingredients for spaghetti, hence the reason three out of the four men who live here are currently stuffing their faces full of the unhealthy deliciousness like they've never seen a carb before.
"What's up, baby girl?" Maddox mumbles around a mouthful of pasta. Gage scowls at his brother's lack of manners while primly swirling his own food around a fork, creating tiny bite-sized portions that he glares at every time he begrudgingly takes a bite. Honestly, I think he loves it but he refuses to show just how much a complex carbohydrate brings him joy for fear of the entire household starting a rebellion against his health-nut ways.
"Everything okay, Isabella?" Stone asks as he sets his fork down and clasps his fingers together in front of him, giving me his full attention. The only person at the table who has yet to inquire as to my sudden serious tone is the asshole sitting opposite me. Nyx, the ever-persistent dickhead just glowers at me while he shovels heaping forkfuls of food into his annoying mouth. I glare back at him before slowly dragging my eyes to the other, more responsive men at the table.
He huffs in annoyance.Assface.
I sigh as I set my own fork down and push my plate away, knowing I'll need to address this delicately to avoid some sort of testosterone-filled meltdown right here in the kitchen. "It's nothing serious. I just want you guys to really hear me out before you go all alpha-hole on me, okay?"
Maddox barks out a laugh, the sound so loud and abrupt that I actually jump. "Alpha-hole? What the fuck is that?"
"You," I say simply with a shrug. Maddox stops laughing as his eyes narrow on me in confusion. Surprisingly, Nyx chuckles quietly like he's in on some sort of secret.Newsflash, he's not."What are you laughing at? You're the king of alpha-dickholes."
Nyx also stops laughing and instead goes back to glowering at me with a ferociousness that I've grown used to. He basically lives with an RBF.
