Forever - Book 3 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) (9 page)

Chapter 11

Selene

Dante held his hand out to me, begging me to sit down next to him. He was a total bulldog around everyone else, but his soft spot for me was a bit of a weakness. One I intended to exploit fully if the time ever came to do so.

"C'mon, let's talk about this..."

"No, Dante. There is nothing to talk about. My father is not marrying me off like we're in some third world country. Fuck that!"

"Selene, sit down!" Rafael insisted sharply as he watched me balk away from the man he intended me to marry.

Dante was not a patient man and his temper was beginning to show, but just barely. He barked out his next response through clenched teeth. "Selene, I'm not asking. Sit down. Now."

"No! It’s not fucking happening." I was losing my shit, which wasn’t a good thing at all, but it was hard to pull back now that I’d allowed the flood gates to open wide.

Dante stood and reached for my arm, missing thanks to me jerking away from him. His pride was on the line now, and the fury that flitted across his face scared me, but I’d gone too far. I wasn’t backing down. He gripped the fabric of my favorite flannel shirt with both hands and picked me up, slamming me hard against the wall just behind us.

"I ain't asking," Dante spat through gritted teeth. "Now let's sit down and talk this out like rational adults.

"Selene, this is a business deal." My father moved up beside him, his expression calm. He

was perfectly fine with the brute in front of me roughing me up a little. Why that surprised me was beyond me. There was no reason for me to stay with my father anymore. He was the only source of protection  I thought I had. I was obviously wrong. Dead wrong.

"And I'm a fucking patched member, not some sweet butt. Coerce one of them! Not me! I'm your only daughter and you're pimping me off to your prized psycho!" I screamed frantically.

"Prized psycho, huh?" Dante said in surprise. He turned away for a second as he sucked air through his teeth. Not a second later, he sent a sharp back hand flying clean across my face, shocking the shit out of me.

Crack!

I stood there in surprise as my face seared with pain and tears burned my gaze. I’d half expected my father or cousins to do something, but when I looked over at them, they had all gone to playing on the electronics. My father had moved back to the table, his back to me.

I pressed myself against the wall and watched as he leaned over and snorted a long line of cocaine up his nose. Disbelief ran through me as warm liquid trickled down from my lip.

"Now you and me are gonna have a little chat," Dante said as he reached out and gripped my shirt by the collar, yanking hard.

I didn’t know what the fuck to do, but follow him. Fighting him was sure to come, but I had to make sure that he didn’t discover the wire. If he knew I had it on.

The wire. Fuck.

I jerked from his hold and slammed my hand down over my left hip, hoping like hell that I activated the damn thing. Dane wouldn’t have missed much, but I was sure to hear about not turning it on later, if I made it out of the current mess I was smack dab in the middle of.

Deciding not to waste another second on endless chatter with Dante, I spit into Dante's face and pushed at his chest. Getting alone in a room with him was never a good idea. I’d seen him rough up a girl using not only his strong hands, but the rest of his body, too. The memory of it caused my stomach to turn. Why the fuck my father would want to set me up to spend the rest of my life with a monster like Dante was beyond me. It had to simply be because he didn’t really care at all about me. There was no other logical explanation.

This time, Dante didn’t hold back in his retaliation. With extreme force, he slammed me against the wall of the dining room and slapped me hard across the opposite cheek, making sure to hit my nose as well.

“Fuck,” I cried out and kicked at him. “Stop slapping me or I swear I’m going to cut you from the center of your stomach to your throat, Dante Iglesias!”

I needed Dane to understand that something was going down. I wasn’t sure the voice module would pick up on the fact that I was fighting against a mountain and virtually getting my ass handed to me.

Gripping my arm, Dante squeezed tight as he yanked me from the room. His other hand slid into my hair and he pulled me, using his grip on that as well.

I cried out in agony, but was met with stony silence. I turned and my eyes met my father’s, the dusty white powder of his relief still sitting on the tip of his nose. He gave me a wink and waved like he did when I was little.

My heart broke in half. For the last time.

This time Mateo moved right out of the way, but make sure to speak a few words that shocked the shit out of me. “Ya should've thought twice before fucking that Stone Wolf, Lena..."

"What?!" I asked in alarm.

"Lucky Morrison. Of all  the men, why him?" Dante stopped and pulled me up to press his nose to mine. A man no longer stood before me. A devil from the belly of hell had taken his place. If I had any sense in my head, I would be lost to fear, but obviously I didn’t. "I'm not good enough for you, but Morrison is?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I insisted, and kicked at him widely.

He spun me around and wrapped me in a bear-hug from behind, lifting me off my feet and carrying me to the office nearby. Dante walked in and kicked the door shut before dropping me on my ass.

I moved to my feet and turned to face him as anger exploded through the center of me. “Don’t you fucking come near me! You have no clue what you’re talking about, Dante.”

"Don't be a whore and a liar," Dante spat with anger. “I got the fucking photo like the rest of us did, Selene. You riding his cock in the middle of the damn forest, like the fucking slut you are. Disgusting.”

"You followed me?" I demanded to know, not quite worried enough about the physical abuse that was sure to be headed my way.

He looked the door and turned to face me, giving me a crazy smile. "Someone's gotta keep you outta harm's way."

"Who the fuck followed me?" I growled and walked toward him, not thinking at all about how ridiculous I must have looked with red splotches all over my face and blood running down from my lip and nose now. I was ready to kill someone. The fact that they knew about me and Lucky was horrifying, but to take pictures? To pass them around?

"Paz and Santino. They thought he was holding you against your will. But then we realized, you actually like being in that heathen's company. They’ve been talking about how good you take a dick all day. It’s a little disturbing, but whatever. I’ll find out myself pretty soon. I’m going to punish you ten ways to Sunday for all you’ve done. Your body was mine to have, and now you’ve dirtied it up. I’m going to fuck you until all you have on your skin is me.” He growled and met me in the middle of the room, clamping his large hand around my throat and lifting me off my feet.

I swatted at him and kicked before wrapping my legs around him and pushing up enough to catch my breath. "Get off of me!"

"Shut the fuck up. The time for talking is over, Selene. You messed up, bitch. You messed up really bad." He licked his lips and pressed me against the wall behind me as he shifted his hips and ground his erection against the center of me.

I tried to force my legs down, but he wouldn’t let me. His teeth pressed into the side of my neck, and I screamed out in pain as I beat at his back.

Moving back a little, he let me fall again, and I took full advantage to try to get my phone. Lucky knew that if I sent him a 911 text that I was up shits creek without a paddle. I was head first in the muck and someone was using the paddle to push me farther down.

Dante smacked the phone out of my grasp as I fumbled with it. His powerful motion sent the device falling to the hardwood floor, and shattering the face of the phone into a million pieces. He chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched me for a minute.

“What am I going to do with you? Such a pain in the ass, and yet by far the finest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He reached down and jerked me up.

“Let me go, Dante. We’ve been in this fight for three fucking years. You don’t want me to give in. You like me playing hard to get.” I was grasping at straws, but with no chance of getting a hold of Lucky… I was on my own. If Dane could hear what was going on, he was either a complete liar or a torrential pussy. I had to rely on the fact that the device wasn’t doing its job.

He pushed me and smiled. “Naw… obviously letting you play around leaves you naked and covered in the come of my enemies. I figured you for an adventurous girl in the bedroom, but a slut? Never. You were too classy for that.”

“Fuck you,” I growled and attacked him.

“Soon enough baby.” He gripped my face tightly, pressing his lips to him and forcing his thick, wet tongue deep into my mouth.

I didn’t hesitate to bite him – hard. Not the best of ideas.

He moved back and pushed me with extreme force, which sent me backward into the wall. I hit it and dropped to the floor, moving to all fours as I tried to get air back into my lungs. It took me a few minutes, but I finally got to my feet and kicked off my heels. I was ready to fight.

"Come on, mother fucker. I got something for you. You don't scare me."

Dante laughed. "You should be. You should've never crossed me, but I know you’ve seen me in action, little girl. I wasn’t interested in making those other bitches bleed, but you, Lena… oh baby, I want to taste your blood."

“Sick,” I mumbled and moved toward him.

He grabbed me and twisted me into a knot using my own damn arms. He moved us to the nearest corner and boxed me in with his hands pressed to my shoulders, and his forehead against mine. His handsome face was less than an inch from mine, and I hated how turned on he looked. I was panting loudly, but he was too.

Fear, anxiety and anger raged through me as his warm breath hit me in the face like a tire iron. I cast a disgusted look away from him, though the smell of lust and liquor mixed together had always been one of my favorite combinations. Had it been Lucky in front of me, I’d have crawled up his body and fucked him senseless. I considered telling Dante that, but even I didn’t have that much of a death wish.

“Look at me, bitch,” he growled against my lips as he spoke.

I couldn't bear to. He was too scary, too lost to some tainted sense of darkness  inside of him. I swatted at him as he started to fumble with the bottom of my shirt. “No. Get the fuck off!”

“Hush.” He plucked one button at a time open on my blouse as I beat against him. There wasn’t any room to allow me to go anywhere, and he had moved his free hand up to press against my throat. Each time I jerked forward, I lost the ability to breathe. I dug my nails into his arm and scratched deeply.

He groaned as if in the throes of ecstasy and licked his lips. “I like pain in my pleasure, Selena. I’m going to teach you to appreciate it, too. First things first. You get to learn to deep throat a man much too big for you. Should be fun.”

My heart thundered in my chest as I continued to fight against him. We would never get to the sex, and he knew it. I would bite his cock off if he put it near my mouth. He was stupid, but not that stupid.

Dante smirked as he pushed hard against my chest, and use his grip on my neck to hit my head against the wall of the office hard. His hand moved up to the flat surface of my stomach, and bile rose in my chest. I needed to get him off of me or he’d find the damn wire and then I’d really be…

Stepping back, he yanked the rest of my shirt open and gritted his teeth. “Unfucking believable. You’re wearing a wire. I’ve covered up for you before. But not this time. You’re in too deep! How could you do this? This is your family, Selene. Your people.”

“You don’t understand. You want this life. I don’t!” I screamed in his face.

"Fucking rat," Dante said as he ripped the wire from my skin, causing me to wince in pain. I shouldn’t have been ashamed by it, but some part of me was. He was right. I was a fucking rat.

He grabbed me again, and I lost all my stamina to fight. The wire hadn’t even worked from what I could tell and now I was going to get punished for it, and rightly so.

"Stop!" I begged as Dante moved to hit me again.

He stopped mid swing, though and stared at me with anger consuming his dark eyes. "Stop?" Dante said as he forced my shirt from my shoulders. "No, baby. I’m just getting started. Get on your knees, or I’ll blacken your eye."

Chapter 12

Dane

A van parked outside of the Black Heart Motorcycle Club sat idle, but there was a flurry of activity inside due to me being completely frantic. I sat at the radio controls with a set of bulky headphones on my head, listening to the live feed carefully as I worked like crazy to scramble the message and get it off to my superiors. Selene was clearly in trouble, and we had to do something before yet another young woman turned up dead. This one meaning far more than the others had. Lucky would never forgive me. Hell, I’d never forgive me.

Shaking my phone out of frustration, no reply had come in from my superior yet. I was left with the judgment call. If it had been anyone but Selene, I would have been calmer about it, but there was no way I could let something happen to her.

Launching myself from the vehicle, I grabbed a black pistol out of a black backpack that sat in the back of the utility van. Popping the magazine into the gun, I sent four shots flying into the night. I needed attention, and more than that… I needed to draw the Delgados out of the fucking house. With all of them packed into the place, there was no possible way I could get in and get back out alive. Both Selene and I would die trying.

I moved back inside the van and pressed the headset back to my ears as my heart raced. I couldn’t sit there much longer. Even if death was part of the deal. Listening to Selene get attacked was too much. The sound of Dante and Selene’s fight was muted, but it must have meant that the bastard had ripped the wire off of her. I was grateful that the device was still operable, but fuck if I didn’t need them to be a little louder for the recording.

“C'mon Selene... C'mon...” I urged as I listened. She was such a tough girl. I knew she could get out of the shit she was in. If anyone could, it was her. I didn't want to completely blow her cover, seeing that the only one that knew she was involved besides himself was Lucky, and now Dante of course.

If the Black Hearts knew the truth about Selene and her connection to the DEA and its investigation into her father, Selene would be in even greater danger. Right now, the Black Hearts were just up in arms over her connection with Lucky Morrison. But now that Dante had found the wire, Selene was in even deeper shit.

It had been five minutes since the shots had rang out. I removed my headphones and let out a sigh of relief. There was an approaching train of motorcycles coming down the road.

“About damn time, Morrison,” I complained as I put my headphones back over my ears. Selene’s voice rose up sharply, and I flinched, feeling damn near helpless.

“No Dante! Stop! Don’t do this. We don’t have to start out our relationship like this. I’ll bite you. I swear I will, and then what?” Selene yelled as something crashed loudly.

“Selene, this is bullshit! Fuck our relationship. What's with the fucking wire? Did you think that I wouldn’t notice it?”

“Don't you get it?!” Selene yelled. “I was trying to frame Morrison! Not be with him!”

The noise in the microphone ceased for a moment. Clearly what Selene was saying held water for Dante. Maybe the bastard wanted to believe her. I could only hope.

“C'mon on, how stupid do I look?” Dante asked with a malevolent voice.

Does he really want her to answer that?

“You know, Selene, you think you're real slick,” Dante began, sounding as if he was getting closer to the microphone.

“I have no idea what you're talking about, Dante. No, Dante! Get away from me!”

More shouting ensued as the argument escalated. Now, instead of hearing words and distinct phrases, I could only hear the sound of panicked voices and the sound of objects falling to the floor. But then a triumphant voice rang out over all the noise.

“Stupid mother fucker!” Selene screamed out, sounding out of breath and vindictive. As the sounds of footsteps pounded against the floor, Selene screamed out, “Elec, no!!!!”

“Yes. I’ll put her in the back of my car in a minute. She can stay there until we figure this shit out.” Elec’s voice was biting as he barked his resolution to someone, most likely Dante.

They must have dragged her from the room, because everything went silent.

“Shit.” I got out of the van and ran toward the back of the flower shop. I was new to this shit, and though I’d been playing cop all my life, this wasn’t a game and there wasn’t a do-over button. I needed to talk with my superiors to find out what the fuck we were going to do.