Captured(Devil's Blaze MC 1)(66)

“Boss? You alive in there? We’re late.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I got to go, querida.”

“Go. I’ll be here waiting, but please be safe.”

“Always. I have too much to lose now,” he says, kissing my forehead, then he pulls out of my arms. He reaches behind him and gets the t-shirt he had on yesterday and pulls it over my head. He fishes my locket out and lets it fall on top of the shirt between my breasts. I raise my eyebrow at him. “When I open that fucking door, Torch will do his best to look in here and the fucker is not seeing any of what is mine.”

“Yes sir, Captain Caveman.” I smile, wrapping my arms around my waist and mentally trying to ignore the desperation inside of me that makes me want to beg him to stay and not leave me.

“Damn straight, woman,” he agrees, turning away from me. A thought comes to me, and I can’t let him go without trying to warn him.

“Is Pistol going with you?” I ask, and when I see the questions flare in his eyes, I bite my lip.

It’s wrong, but I can’t tell him about my father. Not right now. If he knows, will that be the thing that makes him push me away forever? Or will he attack Roger… Redmond… and get himself killed?

“Si. Why do you ask, querida?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t trust him. Will you be extra careful around him?” That’s the best I can do to warn him without giving him the full truth. I feel like all I do is lie anymore.

He studies me for a moment. Finally, he says, “Always. We’ll talk this evening, mi cielo.”

Did I give too much away? He turns and opens the door to leave. I stand there watching because I can’t make myself look away.

“Fucking hell, boss. I thought you got lost.”

“Screw you. I was giving my wife a proper goodbye.”

“Your wife?” Torch says.

“Si. My wife. Let’s make sure you don’t forget that, fucker,” Skull grumbles before their voices completely disappear down the hall. My hand goes to the locket. I hold onto it. I just keep holding it.

That’s exactly what I’m doing when my cellphone that Skull gave me rings. Thinking he’s calling to tell me he misses me, I run to answer it like the crazy school girl I am and sometimes forget.

“Elizabeth, you are not here,” my father’s voice tells me at my giggled hello. And just like that, I’m no longer happy. I’m not even warm. I feel cold all the way through.

“How did you get this number?”

“That’s a stupid question,” he says, and it is. He could probably get it a million different ways, but I’m sure it was from Pistol.

“I’m hanging up now,” I tell him. My hands and voice shake, and fear flows through my system where only moments before there was hope.

“You were supposed to meet with me today.”

“I’m not coming. Skull and I were married last night. I’m going to have faith in my husband,” I tell him defiantly.

“Funny, I was told you said no.”

Acid churns in my stomach. My hand holds tight to the locket.

“Then your spies don’t obviously know everything,” I lie.

“I think they do. You turned Skull down because you know in your heart that you are going to give him up. Your decision is already made. You’re just having trouble coming to terms with it. Stop fighting it, sunshine. Let me save you. Let me save all of us.”

I hate him. I fucking hate him.

“Goodbye, father.”

“You’ll regret this, Beth. What’s about to happen is beyond my control. It could have been avoided if you had listened though. I’m sorry, sunshine. I really did try.”

Something in his voice terrifies me. That isn’t hard, considering how panicked I already am.

“Wait! What’s about to—?”

The call drops. Silence is the only answer I get.





“You’re late, ese.”

“It happens,” I tell Diesel. We’re sitting across from each other in a little diner just at the Tennessee state line. Diesel picked the place. I don’t really get it. Then again, I’m not much for truck-stop food.

“Any news?” he asks. Beside him is his second-in-command. He’s an okay dude, nothing special, but he and Diesel seem to get along well. He’s quiet. Too quiet for my tastes, but then again I’m used to Torch’s constant fucking chatter.

“Not since the attacks. It’s been nothing but radio silence,” I tell him.

Beside me is Sabre. Torch is out with the others keeping watch on the perimeter. I gave the job to Pistol, but I don’t trust that motherfucker, even with him swallowing his pride down and getting with the program.