Captured(Devil's Blaze MC 1)(31)
“Don’t tell me you’re getting all bent out of shape over a woman,” he says, shaking his head.
“I tell you, she’s special.”
“She got a golden snatch or something?”
I laugh at his words, but in a way he’s not wrong. Tengo miedo han sido capturados. Nunca dejar ir. That’s what I told Beth, and I was serious. Roughly translated, it means: I am afraid I have been captured. Never let go. I don’t want her to. I like knowing that she has had no other man before me, that I stretched her to fit only my cock, that the blood of her innocence was on me, that I claimed it. It’s mine. Fuck, I don’t care if it’s only been a matter of weeks or that she’s only been in my bed two days. I’m claiming her and by God I’m keeping her.
“Skull?” Diesel prompts me. We’re walking through the door of the local lodge’s restaurant. It’s shut down thanks to Diesel and his crew. Inside, I see Colin Donahue sitting at a table with two of his main henchmen. I guess he didn’t feel the need to have big brother with him today. That’s not fucking good. I hate dealing with the Donahues in general, but Colin is the most miserable fucker ever born. He’s worse than his fucking father Edmund ever was—and that is saying something.
I motion to Torch and Sabre to stay at my six and remain standing, then I sit down at the table with the Devil himself.
Time to get this party started.
“Skull, you in here?” I hear Torch in the distance. I mumble and dig further under the covers. My body is sore from the workout that Skull gave me last night, and I’m worn out because it was so late when we returned from the lake.
Tonight will be my last night with Skull. I’m praying the memories we’ve made will be enough to help me survive life without him.
Skull squeezes me and I smile without opening my eyes or acknowledging him. Since I’ve been seeing him, he’s always touching or hugging me. He does it even more since I’ve been here. He kisses the top of my head, then I feel the bed shift as he gets up.
“Quiet, asshole, Beth’s sleeping.”
“Sorry, Boss. We got word this morning. Colin wants to meet at the Ridge.”
“Did you tell Diesel?”
“Yeah, he set it up, just like you wanted. We need to head out now.”
“Okay. Get our best men together. Beast stays to watch over Beth. I want him making sure she’s safe and doesn’t leave, got it?”
“I’ll tell him now.”
My body freezes as I hear the conversation. All signs of sleep are gone. I’m wide awake now and halfway into a panic attack. It takes all I have to keep my breathing even. I can’t let Skull know that I heard them. Inside, I’m filled with panic and despair. I won’t get one more night with Skull. The pain hits me so hard it robs me of breath. I keep my eyes closed tight and try to tune out the sounds of Skull getting dressed. I try to still the heavy beating of my heart as he leans on the bed behind me to kiss the top of my head.
“Mi cielo… I will return soon to you. I miss you too much to stay away too long,” he whispers, and I block out the pain the words cause. The last two days and nights with Skull have been so wonderful that I’ve tried to convince myself there was a way for this to work out. After hearing this conversation, all my hopes die.
I manage to keep it bottled up until Skull closes the door. I sit up in bed the minute he’s gone. I count to twenty in silence as the tears run down my face. When I think I’m in the clear, I allow my sobs to take over. My cries echo in the room as I accept that this is the end. I don’t know how long I cry, but I make myself stop. I need to figure a way to get out of here.
Skull left Beast in charge of me, which means I need to figure out a way to distract him. Sadly, for Beast at least, I think I know how to do just that. I get up and try to use makeup to cover up the damage the tears caused. Then, I head to the kitchen, praying luck is on my side.
When I make it to the kitchen, Jan’s there with one of the club girls that I heard Torch call Carla. They look at me with that barely disguised hate that I’m coming to expect from them.
They should be glad to help me leave.
“I figured Skull would have grown tired of your pussy by now,” says Carla with a sneer. “He doesn’t usually do repeats.”
“Actually, I need to leave,” I respond, keeping the pain out of my voice; I can’t afford to show any weakness.
“Oh, poor thing. Did Skull kick your ass out?” Jan speaks up. Not for the first time, I think of what a bitch she is. From everything I’ve seen of Beast, he’s a great guy. I don’t understand how he got saddled with her.