Savage Fire (Savage Angels MC #2) (24 page)

“They think they’ll be able to bargain with the Savage Angels and get out of this alive,” says Tony. “Is it a possibility?”

“No. We are all on the same page.”

Lorenzo steps forward and grasps my hand. “Can’t believe that Guido tried to whack you, Boss. Tell me he stands on plastic for a reason.” The grin on his face widens. He has wanted him dead for a very long time.

“This is not going to be easy for us. The family can never know so we must make them believe that they have been taken out by a rival family. None of us can ever mention this to anyone. Do you all understand?”

All nod except Tony who says, “We know, Boss. There is no need to remind us. After tonight, we’ll all be concerned citizens hoping for Guido’s safe return.” He makes the sign of the cross, looks at Guido and smiles.

In a slow, casual manner, Guido walks over to us. “Sal, boys, how’s things?”

“We’re good. You?”

“This situation with the girl has been resolved. I understand you got her back...intact.” His eyes meet mine. He’s trying to find a way out. He plays with his pinky ring, the only sign that he’s nervous. “So why are we still here?”

“This is not my doing Guido; I was not the one to take the sister of the President of the Savage Angels.

You were. What they do with you is none of my concern.”

“I am higher up in this family and you—”

“Yes, the Family.” I smile at him. “Do they know where you are? What you intended to do to me?” I growl at him. His eyes widen for a moment. “We thought not. Who do you think will control your business after you’re gone?”

His face goes a deep shade of red and he yells, “Who the fuck do you think you are? You are nothing in this family compared to me, nothing! I have watched you come up through the ranks,” he gestures to my men, “pulling these lowlifes with you as you go! You think you have the other family member’s respect because of them? They make you look weak.” He spits on my shoes.

“No, Guido, I do not care about the respect of the other family members. I do care about the respect and loyalty of my men. Unlike yours, they do not break at the first sign of trouble.”

His red suffused face scrunches up into an ugly sneer. “What do you mean by that?”

Tony pushes him away from me and says, “Why don’t you ask Johnnie?” A few of my men snicker.

He steps back into me, chest to chest and says, “I’m asking you.” Where once his tone would have given me pause to watch what I was going to say, now that I know he doesn’t have family permission and no one knows where he is I am free to speak openly.

Without breaking eye contact with Guido, I hold up a hand to Tony. “Guido, look down. You are standing on plastic. You have no authority here. You were going to take me out and probably a few of my men, but you fucked up Guido,” I say with a growl. “Don Abruzzi did not give you permission to come here or to go after me the way you have. Tell me, did he even know his business was being affected by the Savage Angels?”

“He’s old and looking to retire, of course he has no fucking idea. If you were smart you’d be using this situation to your advantage, you’d be using it to bribe me.”

I let out a chuckle. “But I am, Guido. You just told me the old man has no idea. Imagine how impressed he’s going to be with me when I advise him of the deal I’ve struck with the Savage Angels and back pay him his tribute to the value of five percent. I’m going to be the new golden boy.” I place both of my hands on his chest and push. He stumbles and falls to the floor, shock washing across his features. “And Johnnie here was good enough to tell us that you phoned Fredo to get a background check on Emily. Now when I bring her into the family no one will bat an eye. I’ll tell them I followed the correct chain of command; I told you about her and you called Fredo. Thank you for that,” I say with a smirk on my face.

Johnnie helps Guido to his feet then he says, “You be sure and tell that little cunt I said hello.” Then he laughs.

Before I can react to his vile comment, Lorenzo is across the room and has Johnnie by his shirt. Guido grabs Lorenzo around the waist and tries to pry him off. I’ve taken two steps towards them when Guido whirls back around, gun pointed at my head.

“Golden boy?” he yells. “Let’s see if you bleed like the rest of us.” He pulls the trigger.

Dane

I
walk into the barn. I see Fith on the other side of the room and I see Sal and Guido standing close together. Sal looks composed but Guido looks like his face is about to explode. Sal pushes Guido and he falls. His man Johnnie, the fucker that took Emily, helps Guido to his feet. Then all hell breaks loose. I didn’t hear what Johnnie said but one of Sal’s men goes after him. Then Guido tackles him and manages to get a gun.

Guido has it pointed at Sal. The whole barn goes quiet and I hear Guido say, “Golden boy?” He pauses. “Let’s see if you bleed like the rest of us.”

Sal’s number one, Tony, tackles Sal to the ground. Tony is wounded, lying on top of his Boss. I am moving across the barn, headed for Guido. He has is back to me then he turns. I stop moving and he points the gun at me.

“How about you, Prez, do you bleed too?” He looks deranged and his smile is that of a madman. I glance to my left and I can see Fith headed for Guido.

“Put the gun down, Lamberti, you aren’t getting out of this alive, and killing me won’t change that.”

He laughs and says, “No, it won’t change that but I’ll have company in hell.”

He pulls the trigger as Fith gets in front of me. Fith’s body collides with mine and he makes a gasping noise as though he has been winded. I clutch his bleeding form and lower it to the floor. Jonas and Judge stride towards Guido. Guns raised, and locked onto their target, they empty their clips into him. He drops the gun, laughter still coming out of him as his knees give way and he slumps to the floor. Sal is on his feet, gun in hand; he walks up to Guido, points his gun at his head and pulls the trigger. Blood, bone and brain matter splatter everywhere. Sal goes back to his man Tony, and I look down at Fith.

“It was under control, brother, you didn’t need to sacrifice yourself for me,” I say as I stare into his eyes.

“I could see Dirt wasn’t going to get to you in time. One of my jobs is to protect you. That’s all I ever did

Prez, I protected you,” he whispers to me.

Dirt is my Sergeant at Arms, my right hand, and Fith’s correct, he was too far away. “What do you mean, Fith? How did you protect me?” I ask.

Blood is flowing out of his chest and he begins to shake. “Loft,” he whispers and then the light seems to go out of his eyes.

Sal stands in front of me and I look up. He offers his hand as I get to my feet.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, Fith took the bullet for me.” I look at his shirt and there is blood on it. “You hit?”

“No, Tony tackled me and got himself shot in the shoulder. You know a good doctor who won’t report us?”

“Is it a through and through?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Dirt was an army medic; he’ll be able to look after him.”

“Prez! What do you want to do with this fucker?” yells Jonas.

I turn and they have Johnnie on his knees. Sal walks towards him. Johnnie looks up at Sal and taunts him with lies.

“She’ll always remember me. When you’re fucking her, it’ll be me she sees. She has a tight little cunt. I finally understand why you like her, I mean she has no tits and her ass isn’t that—”

I watch as Sal points his gun at him, pulls the trigger and empties his clip to the bastard that dared to fuck with my sister. Johnnie is a bloody mess on the floor. Most of Sal’s bullets went into his head; his own mother wouldn't be able to identify him.

Bear makes his way to me and examines me for wounds.

“Bear, I’m not hit. Fith put himself in the firing line. He sacrificed himself to save me.”

Bear looks at Fith’s still body and says, “He wouldn’t tell me where the money was.”

I look around the room and take stock of my men and Sal’s. No one else got hurt. I place my finger into my mouth and whistle. All eyes come to me.

“Okay, cleaners, you know who you are, start doing your job. Anyone with blood on them needs to strip and be hosed down. Take your shoes off too. Dirt, you need to have a look at Tony and patch him up. Let’s get moving people!” I shout.

I start taking my clothes off and a few of the others do the same. “Prez,” says Bear.

“Yeah.”

“Fith put himself in the way to protect you; surely he should get a proper funeral?”

“I see what you are saying, brother, but it’s too hard. How would we explain his death?” I ask.

“Doesn’t feel right, Prez.”

“His name can go on the wall. He will be honored that way. You know we can’t give him a proper funeral, we just can’t.”

He nods and walks away.

Sal comes over to me. He’s taken off his clothes and I can see his muscled body has no small amount of ink.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, yeah?” he says.

“Yeah, brother, let’s go home.” I walk to the middle of the room and shout. “Those that don’t need to be here, get out. Cleaners, you let me know if you need help. I’m out of here.” I walk to the barn doors and most of the men inside follow me. I need to get home to my woman.

Kat

I
am sitting on a chair next to Emily reading my book when Salvatore comes through the door. He’s wearing a black T‐shirt and a pair of jeans. It looks good on him. I’ve only ever seen him in a suit.

“How is she?” he asks.

“She’s only woken up a couple of times but she’s been fine. She asked for you once.” I give him a smile.

“She asked for me?” He looks surprised.

“Yes.” I stand and walk towards him. “She likes you. It’s obvious. You’d better do right by her, Salvatore. I don’t know what she’s been through recently but I know that her childhood was not an easy one. Bottom line, Salvatore,” I say as I put my hands on my hips, “we all come with baggage. If she’s the right fit for you, you find room to unpack that baggage or better yet leave it behind. I know you’ve only just met, but don’t let anything get in your way.” I pause then I say, “Including her brother.” I touch his arm and walk out of the cottage towards my home.

The walk to the main house is a short one. I go over the last few days day; it started out with Judge and I shopping in Pearl County. Then that was cut short and I had to come back to the Compound where I was told to wait in the garage office. I didn’t mind being in there but I did not like Dane ordering me around the way he did. I think he told Dave and Truth they could come and visit in an effort to please me.

I have a band staying at my home—Dark Ink—and they are recording their first album. Their singer, Dan, has a sublime voice. I know in my heart that they are going to be huge; they just need to be managed the right way, so I introduced them to Dave. As a manager in the music industry, he is the best. He takes care of his clients and I know he’ll take care of them. The only thing I didn’t count on was Truth being attracted to Amy, the drummer. I think Dan had a bit of a crush on her so it could cause some conflict. Then I get home and Dane’s long‐lost sister is here looking like she’s been through a whirlwind. One look at her and I could tell she was close to losing it and Dane wasn’t helping. Now she’s asleep in one of the cottages with a very good‐looking man that scares me a little.

I open the door to my home and find Dane standing on the other side. He frowns at me, takes two steps towards me and engulfs me in a hug.

“Dane!” I yell.

“I’m sorry, Darlin’, I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way but there were things happening that you didn’t know about.” His voice is soft and gentle.

“I’m tired, I’ve been reading all afternoon and now I need to sleep. Come on, you can wash my back.”

He doesn’t let me go but he leans back and says, “Wash your back as in we’re taking a shower?” 

“As in I’m taking a shower and you are going to wash my back.”

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Dane! What are you doing?”

“Just in case, I am carrying you up those stairs and into our room before you change your mind,”

I laugh as he holds me and I am reminded of my first night here when he carried me to my room. By the time we get upstairs, my core is tingling.

He puts me down on the tiles in our private bathroom. “What do you want me to do?” he asks with a smirk on his face. I have no doubt he knows what he’s doing to me.

“Take off your clothes,” I say without a smile.

He raises one eyebrow but does as he’s told. I slip off my shoes while he undresses.

“Now what?” he says.

“Remove my clothing.”

He smiles. “Arms up.” I raise my arms above my head. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head, brushing my nipples as he does. I gasp. He throws the T‐shirt on the floor. “And now?”

“Take off my jeans then my bra and lastly my underwear,” I say slightly rushing my words.

He drops to his knees and begins to undo my jeans. He pulls them down and when he gets them to my knees he blows on my skin and pushes his face into my crotch. I can feel his tongue on me so I grip his head and grind into him. I feel his hands pulling my jeans further down. He pulls away from me and quickly takes the rest of my clothing off.

His cock is erect as he picks me up, puts me on the vanity and spreads my legs and I say, “No.”

“No?” he asks quizzically.

“On your knees.”

He drops down and looks up at me. “Anything for you, Darlin’.”

I put my legs on his shoulders and grab his head with my hands. “I need you to put your mouth on me. I need your tongue to work its magic and when I’m finished, we’ll talk about what you want.”

He licks my slit and I gasp, then his tongue begins to work my sweet spot. I can feel my orgasm building. He inserts a finger into me, pushing me over the edge and I grind into his face as my orgasm washes over me. I use him until the wave of ecstasy subsides then I push him away.

He stands, spreads my legs and has the tip of his cock at my entrance when I say, “No.” He pushes himself a little further in. “I said, no.” I repeat more firmly.