Vengeance: A Kindred Sons Mafia Romance (14 page)

Jake

It didn't matter how much my cock pleaded, I was not going to try anything tonight. Bella had been so brave, facing off my da like that. Not many people can look him in the eye like she did. My beautiful, brave woman. How could I have allowed myself to get so mistaken? I now knew the reason why no woman had ever held enough interest for me: I just hadn’t met Bella.

When Andy phoned me I knew instantly that something was seriously wrong. My first instinct was that it was one of the drop offs, or another police seizure. When Andy said, "It's about your woman." I tore into the lounge to where da was with Bella. I knew it had something to do with her, and if she hadn't have been under my own roof I would have thought that the McCauley’s had taken her. Thank fuck they'd found her grandmother's house after Bella had left, otherwise they'd now have both of them and I wouldn't have known a thing.

As angry as I was with da for not telling me he knew Bella was safe and well, I was glad he'd been keeping an eye on her. The old guard had really closed ranks when he’d told them to, and I didn't like that - I would be their boss soon: it doesn't do well to hide things from me. When this was over, I would remember the guys who said they knew nothing.

I knew when Bella had fallen asleep, I’d felt it rather than seen it. The tension in her body gradually eased. I’d never enjoyed sitting with a woman before, I’d always been bored with their idle chat, preferring to have been balls deep fucking them. But having her snuggled into the crook of my arm, sleeping peacefully as I supported her, made me feel like a king. I wanted this woman in so many more ways than to just be between her legs. We had the rest of our lives. I wanted to tear Alexander limb from limb to prove to her that no one else will ever harm her - or those she cares about.

Before he left, da said that Barney had already been under orders to get into a fight with Ryan, and Ryan would be in the hospital wing already. The McCauley’s will now know the connection now between Bella, her grandmother and Ryan. The safest place for Ryan was in the medical unit, and having one of our boys throw a couple of punches his way was far better than the McCauley’s getting hold of him. He'd just been a minion before this, his risk had just become significantly higher. I had decided that I would tell Bella about it in the morning, rather than giving her one more thing to worry her tonight. He'd be fine anyway, bruised and a bit sore, but better than the bodybag the McCauley’s would have put him into.

As I sat there, holding Bella close to me, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket - Bella didn't even stir when I lifted it to look. Louise must have found out about everything because she'd sent a text. "All will work out. U & B keep safe."

After an hour with my thoughts, I decided it was time to take Bella to bed. No spare room for her this time, she'd sleep in my bed tonight, with me beside her to keep her safe. As I scooped her up from the sofa she frowned in her sleep. I didn't like that one fucking bit. The woman I loved should never have a reason to frown, awake or asleep. Once this was over, she'd be my princess… no, she'd be my queen; if she'd agree, that was.
But who was I fooling, in my head she already was.
The guys would have had a field day if they'd knew I’d fallen asleep spooning a woman. Jake Anderson: the guy you warned your daughters about.

Bella must have started to awaken before me because it was the feeling of her stretching her body against me that brought be back to consciousness. The feeling of her ass rubbing against my crotch as she stretched her back felt wonderful. I stiffened further as the material of her clothes rubbed against my boxers once more.

I moaned in pleasure, reaching to touch her instinctively. Maybe she was half asleep too as she wiggled her body back towards me, obviously feeling my erection. It was a bolder move than I’d expected and fuck if it didn't turn me on. I leaned over and slid her hair away from her shoulder to kiss it and was rewarded with the sound of a moan from her own lips. She turned around and started to kiss me, her hand moving along my arm and up to knot her fingers into my hair as she deepened her kiss.

The air sizzled and I needed to be inside her. I hadn't undressed her last night before getting into bed - it hadn't felt right. But now I was helping her out of those jeans. Seconds later she was pulling at the waistband of my boxers, her eyebrows shooting up in delight as my cock sprung free. She moved her hand to cup my balls as she kissed me again, but as she went to start stroking me I lifted her hand above her head. "I need to be in ye, pet." I felt the shiver that went through her, she wanted me too.

Her eyes found mine, "I missed you so much, you're all I thought about. I'm so sorry..." I quietened her with another kiss. She did not need to apologise. I had been a bastard to her. I was the one who should be apologising for the rest of my days. "Shhh." I whispered into her ear as we were both gasping for air after the kiss. "You never need to say sorry." I felt her legs spread wider beneath me. "Ye're mine, pet." I felt her ass lift up for me, with one quick thrust I slid home. She was already so wet for me.

it took every fiber of my being now to pound her into the mattress.  I knew I didn't have the right words so I wanted to show her how I felt, make her understand how I needed her. An errand thought passed through me, you should wear something, the last thing she needs is your child inside her on top of everything else.
But would it really be that bad?
I kissed her forehead as I listened to her breath hitch each time I stroked her from within. It killed me to say it, but I needed to do right by her: "Baby, I should put a condom on."

She spoke quickly, "No need, I'm clean." she bit her lip as her eyes rolled. "Trust your clean too. Can't get..." then she kissed me desperately.

That threw me… that piece of shit had beaten her so badly that she'd lost the only child she could ever bear. I would take all that pain away, the best way I knew how.

I reached for her leg, pulling her thigh up and intuitively, she wrapped herself around me. I could go deeper this way. my hand grabbed her ass cheek to pull her even closer and I felt her buck beneath me, the sensations of me filling her so completely clearly overwhelming her.

I watched her face. I wanted to remember every detail of the first time we'd made love. the way she pulled her face, the smile that crept over it, and the way she tilted her head back as she got close to her release. I slowed to almost a stop, taking pride in the little pout that formed on her lips… my sweetheart loved me being inside her as much as I loved filling her. She rocked her hips to try to satisfy her need, and it was then that I drove home, making her gasp as she took everything of me.

"Ye're mine." I growled, my body looming close to the edge.

"Aye," she groaned, "And you're mine too." She came as she spoke, her cunt milking me. The sensation bringing me to my own climax as my balls clenched and my seed spilled inside her. Everything went a starry for a moment, the release more intense that I’d ever experienced.

I looked down at her, sweat beaded her forehead. As gently as I could, I lifted her chin up so I could kiss her lips. Is was a sweet kiss, a tender one between two lovers who shared more than just a good time. She was mine, and I was hers.

A slow shy smile spread across her lips as she looked at me. "I should wake up like that every day."

We lay together in peaceful silence until I heard a fraught breath escape her lips. "I'm such a whore, my grandmother was kidnapped and what do I do?" her hands pointing up and down her body, "Spread my legs for some mafia guy."

"Hey!" I took her in my arms, maybe a little roughly, but there was no way she should be so hard on herself. "One: you are not, nor could you ever be a whore. If you call yourself that again I will put you over my knee and smack that sweet ass until it is raw. Two: we're getting your grandmother back today - everything is being done that can be." I rubbed her shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had returned to her. "And three: I'm not just
some mafia guy
. I'm the next in line. I'm the Under Boss." I said it with mock pride and was rewarded with a small dry chuckle.

"I didn't come back last night just to jump into bed with you, I'm not like that, you know."

I knew she wasn't, but I could see she had a dry wit, and being cheeky seemed to make her laugh. I wrapped my legs around her and wiggled my eyebrows, "Yeah, you did. How could you resist me?" She smiled and playfully slapped my arm.

"Self-praise is no recommendation." she joked.

I heard my phone vibrate from the bedside table. It would be da. I kissed her again, "We need to get ready."

Bella

I really hadn't planned on sleeping with Jake. A hidden, deep part of me had wanted to, but the good-girl within me kept denying that was the real reason why I’d came back. The bad-girl had the hope and foresight to pack a couple of overnight essentials into my rucksack. By the time Jake was finished on the phone with Carrick, I was dressed and ready.

His face betrayed the fact he was not happy with the plans his father had made. The meeting with Alexander was planned for this morning, with a dozen Kindred Sons already scoping out the venue and keeping watch.

When Carrick arrived with us, there was a convoy of three cars. Carrick was in the first car, being driven and accompanied by two of the men I recognised from the night before. The second car was filled with the other guys that were here last night too, Jake was to go with them. The third car was driven by a man who was introduced as Andy - the man who'd watched and followed as my grandmother went with the McCauley’s. Louise was to accompany me in Andy's car.

If the kitchen had felt cramped the night before, it was positively claustrophobic now. I watched distractedly as each one checked and holstered their guns. The sight was surreal to me: this was a country where carrying any firearm was basically illegal, and owning ones like they had certainly was.

Louise tried to keep me focused on mundane things, asking if I had breakfast yet and whether I wanted some tea. I knew exactly what she was trying to do and I loved her for it, but it didn't stop me worrying. With all those guns, someone was going to get hurt… I just prayed that no one I cared for, my gran, Jake or Louise, got caught in the crossfire. In fact, all the men stood before me could be going to war to save an old, frail woman that until yesterday, most didn't know existed. That made them people I cared for too. They would do this for her because of one thing: family.
Blood and Loyalty
, I mused to myself.
What a good way to live.

"Thank you." I stood as I spoke. I held all their attention. "Thank you for going to help my grandmother." I wrung my hands with the worry. "I’m sorry that don't know most of you. You'll never know how thankful I am that you're doing this…" tears threatened and in the second it took me to swallow them back, Carrick spoke.

"Bella, dear, no one fucks with my family. And you
are
family now." serious faces nodded in agreement. "And if someone fucks with you, they fuck with all of us." I felt Jake beside me, his hand on around my shoulders. Carrick reached a hand towards me, which I took, unsure of what was happening. He pulled me into a fatherly embrace. "My eldest son is soft on you, and that makes you special to us. You're part of the Kindred Sons family now. Alexander is going to regret so much as speaking to Isabella." He gave me a final tap on the back, which I instantly took to mean our hug was over, so I stepped away. As I did I caught the look of approval between father and son. Any distrust about me was gone.

Carrick looked around to his finest, "Let's get this over with."

As the cars drove to the meeting point, Louise withdrew into herself. When Andy spoke to us I saw that his eyes met hers through the rear-view mirror, an unspoken conversation going on that I didn't understand. Louise seemed to resign herself to something. She pulled something from her coat pocket, "I'm sorry." she said, simply, before stabbing me in the leg with what had been a concealed syringe. I felt my legs turn to lead as my body went to jelly. In the distance I was vaguely aware of someone handcuffing me to the handle inside the car door. Something went over my mouth and I heard a muffled woman trying to talk…
was that me
? then everything went black.

When I came back around I was alone in the car. Not only was I handcuffed and my mouth taped shut, my legs had been taped together too. In the distance, I could see several people meeting in the center of the disused car park. The warehouse was derelict, completely abandoned and in the middle of nowhere.
Perfect
, I thought.
Just perfect.
 

I heard a scream and my eyes moved in time to see Louise being pulled by her hair out of one of the other cars. Confusion, as well as nausea, swept over me.
she'd been here a minute ago
. She was lead to the main group, but she was putting up a fight until a man I recognized from earlier backhanded her. with her head slumped, she complied by walking in the direction she was being dragged.

The men started a heated discussion then, with lots of flaying arms and shouting. A sliver of light amongst the weeds behind their argument took my attention. Then everything slowed down. A man slumped to the ground as I heard a gun shot. The guys who had dragged Louise moments earlier had now pushed her to the ground. Her hands hadn't been handcuffed as they'd looked and she pulled a handgun out, shooting one, two, three of the McCauley men. Carrick and most of the others had run for cover, but a Kindred Son was still near Louise, covering her as she reloaded.
Where was Jake? Where was my grandmother?

Two of their cars sped off, with their tyres being shot at. The second careered and sped straight into a tree. A thin trickle of smoke started to trail up from the car - but no one got out.

I screamed when the tap on my door came. Andy was pulling open the door that I was handcuffed to. With the tape around my ankles, I landed awkwardly on my ass. He un-cuffed me quickly, slicing the tape from between my ankles with one stroke of a stubby knife. He forced the handcuff keys and the knife into my hand. "We've got your granny out - she’s already on her way to a safe house, but there's a few more fuckers that want to play. It's too dangerous here for you. Go to that car there," he pointed to another of the convoy, "and let Jake out. I'll cover you from here."

Adrenaline surged through my body and I ducked as I heard the whistle of a bullet close by. It was followed by several coming from where I’d just been. Andy was true to his word because no more bullets came near me. When I opened one of the front car doors I found Jake in the same way I had been in the back. Thankfully they hadn't taped his mouth. I spoke to rouse him and only then realised the tape was still over my mouth. I didn't even feel the sting as I ripped it off. "Jake! Wake up!" I needed him conscious, he was too big to open his door without him carrying his own weight.

Nothing.

"Jake! Wake UP!"

Still nothing.

They must have given him a really heavy dose. Carrick clearly didn’t want either of us to know his real plan to use Louise as bait. Having seen the close relationship between Jake and Louise, I couldn’t say I was surprised at that. What had surprised me was his willingness to use his niece so easily.

I reached back and started shaking Jake, which brought him back almost instantly. I crawled through the seats and reached over him to release his handcuffs before slitting the tape around his ankles as Andy had done for mine. The look of confusion on his face would have been comical if it hadn't have been for the situation. “What the…”

"Andy says they need you." I spoke quickly. "he says gran's ok, but they could do with your help."

The warrior within him rose. "These cars are bullet proof, stay here." he reached under the seat and pushed a handgun towards me. "The safety's off, just point and pull the trigger if you need to." He looked at me with crazy eyes before kissing me roughly. "I love you." and then he disappeared.

I’d never seen a firearm in real life before - except for the ones the cops carried. I did the only thing I knew how. I crammed as much of my body as would fit onto the floor of the car and closed my eyes, praying the Kindred Sons would be alright. I didn't know that everything was over until Jake came back to the car and pulled me into his arms. "It's over, baby." he held me so close, and so gently like I was made of the most delicate crystal.

Andy ran over to us, "Jake, one car almost made it away, but our guys further along the road got them." he spoke proudly, "We knew all the other faces, except for one guy - thought you'd wanna take a look in case you can place him."

I didn't want to go, but Jake refused to let me out of his sight. As we walked, I tried to cast the images of the blood and the fallen bodies from my mind.
This isn't real
. I recognised a face, "Denver." I stated.

"No, honey, but that's his brother." God forgive me but I was disappointed. I had wanted the guy to pay for the things he'd tried to make me do - the things I knew he'd blackmailed so many other vulnerable and desperate women with. He spoke with pride, “Denver is over there,” he pointed to a bundle laying further away, “piece of shit. I made sure to give him your regards.”

We walked to the corner of the warehouse, where a bullet-ridden car had been driven into the building. What once might have looked like an empty place to me now seemed to be a space for… encouraging someone to talk. Wrenches, hammers, an odd chair, lay strewn inside the vast echo-y structure. When I walked around the car I saw two guys preparing to do just that. They had their backs to me and appeared to be tying the arms and legs of a man to a chair. He was putting up a fight - it just wasn't enough.

I recognised the sick laugh before I seen him and I knew exactly who was in that chair before I looked him in the eye. But the sound didn’t have the hold on me that it once did. I had no reason to fear him anymore, he lost control over me a long time ago.

The Kindred Sons looked to Jake to see if he recognised the man, which, as I already knew, he didn't. it was as if they didn't see me as they discussed whether it was worth trying to get information from him.

"I have one question for him." The place fell silent and everyone turned to me in shock. "I'd like to ask him something."

Jake looked at me blankly. "Do you know this man?"

"Oh yes," a twisted smile played at my lips as I moved closer to the captive. "Oh yes, Jake, I know this man. I've known him for a long time… in fact, I haven't seen him in a while." I spoke directly to him. "I remember you being bigger… you're a bit disappointing really when I look at you now."

I watched the fear build in his eyes, as he looked at me and back to Jake. "I'd just love to ask him one, teeny, tiny, question." I stood again, right in front of the chair. Jake moved right beside me, towering over him. I regretted leaving the handgun behind, but that would have been too quick an end for Robert.

There was laughter from a corner when someone noticed the wet patch beside the chair. "He's pissed himself!" I looked down to the gathering pool and laughed dryly.

"What do you want to ask him, babe." Jake was serious, ready to do whatever was needed.

"I'd like him to tell us why he tried to kill me."

Jake seemed to get bigger as he loomed over him. "That's an excellent question, pet." He put his arm around me, kissing me on the forehead. "Why don't ye tell us all about why you tried to kill the woman I love?"

Shock rippled through me - he'd just referred to me as his love? A huge grin exploded on my face as the realisation hit.

He reached a rough hand down and pulled the tape off the captive's face. "Love that bitch?" he spat. "That whore's had more cocks in her than I’ve had hot dinners." I stepped forward before Jake could react.

I tutted. "Ahhh, Robert, you know what happens to little bitches that talk back, don't you?" the memories flooded back of him saying that to me so many times. "Mouthy little bitches get lots of stitches.… isn't that what you always said?"

I remembered the stubby knife Andy had given me earlier and took it from my hip pocket. "So where first then?" I felt a sick pleasure as he seen what I held. "How about your stomach? Or…" I laughed, "Your back, or your legs?" I spun around. "Wouldn't want to pick somewhere that lots of people could see, eh?"

I held the knife close to his jaw. "Maybe, just this once, it should be somewhere that people do see. Y'know, for a change." His faced was ruddy with anger, there was no remorse there. Not even the slightest bit. I thought about the baby he'd killed inside me when he'd beat me last. "I do have another question."

There were no other noises in the area. Even after all the gunfire, I didn't hear a single police siren. The people in the warehouse stood, silent, behind me.