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‘You know what happens next, don’t you, Bella?’
She screamed. It sounded strange with her mouth prised open in such a fashion, but it still made his chest puff out with pride.
She had tried to steal his power when she stole his money, and now he would show her who was truly in control.
There was a short rap at the door, and then Jimmy and Viper were there. Two of the sickest fucks he’d ever met, and that was saying a lot. Viper was holding a bottle of bourbon and a hose, and they both looked ready for anything. That was the thing with these fucking bikers. At first, he’d been horrified that his son had decided to form his own motorcycle club, but the things they could do, the depravity these men nursed within their own souls — it was very handy, indeed. It made Il Sangue more than just a cartel. They owned the entire west coast, from San Francisco deep down into South America. In short, they were untouchable.
Emilio backed away from Bella with a wry smile. ‘Go for it, boys.’
As he closed the door behind him, Emilio heard an unmistakable gagging noise and figured the boys would give the bitch exactly what she deserved.
Nobody thieved from Emilio Ross and lived to enjoy it.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
MARIANA
Murphy pressed against me, trapping me against the counter as he grinned like a son of a bitch.
‘What do you want?’ I snapped.
His shit-eating grin said ‘fuck you’ as clearly as if he’d spoken the words. My back was screaming as he bent me backwards, using his body weight to trap me as he pinned my wrists to my sides. He was hard against my hip, and I wanted to be sick, knowing exactly what he wanted already.
‘I want to know if you’re a moaner . . .’ he drawled, ‘or a screamer.’
I gathered all of my strength, every bit of my anger and sadness, and directed it into my forehead. Then, praying that I wouldn’t pass out from the impact, I drove my head forward and barrelled my forehead into his mouth. He let go of me and staggered back, and I straightened, holding my forehead in one hand as it buzzed angrily.
He took a handkerchief from his top suit pocket and dabbed at the blood that was coming from his split lip. Huh. I’d gotten so used to Dornan’s fascination with blood, I’d forgotten other people didn’t appreciate it so much. The thought that I’d hurt Murphy made me smile.
He didn’t seem to like that.
‘Come here,’ he ordered, tucking the bloodied handkerchief away. ‘You can try and fight me all you want, but I’ve got all day, honey.’
He had that glint in his eye, and I didn’t trust him one inch. But Dornan was gone, and Emilio with him, and I was backed into a corner with nothing to protect myself. Not even shoes on my feet to kick him with.
Murphy reached into his pocket again and withdrew the photo of Luis.
‘You don’t want the boss to find out about this, right?’
My heart sank.
‘No.’
‘Well,’ he said, ‘let’s make a deal.’
I swallowed, my eyes fixed on the photo. ‘I’m listening.’
He smirked. ‘You do whatever I want for today, and I’ll give this back to you and pretend like I never saw it.’
I chewed on the inside of my lip and looked between his crazy blue eyes and the photo. My baby. I missed him more than anything. It frightened me that I’d already started to forget little things, like the exact shape of his face and whether his hair in the photo had been dark brown or completely black. I felt shame at such things, and wondered if my mind was simply blocking out things that were too painful for me to deal with.
‘How do I know you’ll keep your end of the bargain?’ I whispered.
He sneered, and the shift in his expression made his lip weep fresh blood. ‘Here’s the thing,’ he said, crowding me against the counter so that I was trapped once more. He tucked a hair behind my ear and the gesture revolted me. ‘Either way, I’m getting what I want. So you can either cooperate,’ he pulled my hair, exposing my neck, ‘or you can fight. Both would be a lot of fun for me.’ He snaked out his tongue and licked my neck, making me shudder.
‘Do we have a deal?’
My shoulders slumped. He had the photo that I desperately wanted, and I had nothing to lose except my mind. I couldn’t let Dornan and Emilio know about the son Este and I shared. Luis deserved better than that. I wouldn’t pile my sins on him the way my father had piled his on me.
