Chapter 8
Beast
I hadn’t seen Bella in about ten years, not since our last summer party I attended. Actually, it was at my father’s funeral nine years ago, but I never spoke to her. I kept my distance from her for my own sanity. I’ve kept tabs on her, and I have pictures of her from a distance with her friends (Jules and Caesar). I checked up on her online social media status regularly. Also with my weekly conversation with mom even my occasional talks with Val. I knew how her schooling was going if she was dating anyone, which she never was with any man. The only man in her life is Cesare, her gay best friend. I also knew that recently she was planning on moving to the city. She was going to open a boutique with her best friends. Jules and Bella have been best friends since they were babies, Cesare came into the picture when the girls start high school.
The crucial situation, I thought I had a handle on, was Anton. Val told me he always tried to stay a step ahead of that asshole. He kept him away from Bella for the most part. But boy, were we wrong, so completely fuckin’ insanely wrong.
I knew he always wanted her, I just never realized how far his obsession with her went or the lengths he would go to have her.
Apparently, that meant willingly or not in this case. I should have known better than to assume anything when it came to him. I just would have never fathomed he would be this brutal to her.
From the moment mom called me and told me to call Jules, I couldn’t fathom it would be this dreadful. I never in a million years would have comprehended it was as horrific as this. This is a situation I would never wish on my worst enemy’s mother, sister, or daughter.
Antonio is my problem to handle not my clubs, I will take him out one of these days. Once I find Val and the guys, and they are here. I’m going to string his ass up and tear that motherfucker apart, limb from fuckin’ limb after I tear his ass up. Then I’m going to feed him to the fishes where he belongs like the piece of mother-fuckin' shit he is.
My brothers came to my rescue for the girls, and I will never forget the loyalty they showed me. It all went as planned, and Antonio still hasn’t figured out how Bella disappeared from the hospital, or even where she and the girls could be hiding.
We covered our track perfectly at Jules’ apartment built after she got rid of Ricco for a few days. Making her and Gigi vanish was easy since he was gone. If anyone in her building does happen to talk, they don’t know who any of my brothers or I are. None of us wore our kuttes; we looked like regular muscular, tattooed bad guys.
Unfortunately, now we can’t get a hold of the girl’s best friend, Cesare. I wish we had thought of him while we were there for her. I fear Anton has gotten his grip in him and is beating information out of the poor guy. He knows nothing, Anton told Jules not to contact him, and she never did to keep him safe.
No one is safe when Anton is involved, no one. I just hope for the girl’s sake he’s still alive and we can get to him.
When I entered Bella’s hospital room, I couldn’t breathe. Seeing her for the first time in years and the way she was laying there caused my heart stop beating for a minute. I’ve seen pictures of her through the years, but they didn’t do her justice. She was beautiful as a young girl, but now she’s stunning. Even with a bruised face. She’s an alluring beauty at 5’3” with long legs and a tight body. Her tits are the perfect size to fit in my hands. Her hair is long to her waist, dark brown almost black the perfect thickness and wavy. Her beautiful heart shape face, I can’t stop looking at her. Eyes, what I can say about her eyes. I could look in them for the rest of my life and I will. They are the most dazzling honey-colored eyes I have ever seen in my life. I’ve loved her from afar for a long time out of respect for her father and brothers. Also, because I’m older and no good for her. She’s light, I’m dark, with the blackest heart and soul around. After all this shit and seeing her in that hospital bed after all these years, I won’t let her go again. I’ve made her mine in the eyes of my club, and once she’s healed with my help, I will make her see she’s mine forever. I’ll make it legally binding us together for the rest of our lives in the eyes of the law. One day soon we’ll start a family together. She’s always been the Principessa di Mafiosi. Soon she’ll know that she’s always been my Principessa in my heart.
I’m laying here in my bed holding her in my arms after her breakdown. My heart hurts something fierce for her, it’s never hurt this bad in my entire life. Not even when I left her or when dad passed. I haven’t cried since I was a child, but seeing her at that moment feeling helpless I want to cry for her and take away all her pain. I seem to feel this way a lot around of her. She right, she shouldn’t have to deal with any of this fuckin’ shit, this shouldn’t be how her life turned out. She’s too precious to have all this shit on her plate. Parents’ murdered, brothers MIA, a bastard raping her and then leaving her responsible for her teenage sister. And on top of it, she may possibly lose one of her best friends. My sweet innocent Bella doesn’t deserve any of this shit. That bastard took her purity and tore her apart. She was a virgin for Christ sakes, and that bastard ripped her apart like she was a fuckin’ whore off the street.
Hearing her scream through her night terrors is the only indication I have of what she went through that night. I have to figure out a way to fix this for her and fast.
It tears me apart hearing her screams. Every time I listen to the way she screams for help and for him to stop, I want to rip every one of those fuckers that were in her home that night to pieces for not stopping him.
Knowing what that sonofabitch did to her is too much. I will never let him get away with what he did. NEVER!
Physical, she'll be all right, I’ll make sure of it. Mentally, is a whole other story in and of itself?
She’s not just grieving for her parents; she’s dealing with a traumatic, violent attack on herself and she has to be strong enough to take care of her younger sister.
If a few breakdowns are what it will take to help her heal, I’ll be her punching bag like I was tonight. I’ll hold her through every single one of them.
Maybe in a few days, I’ll take her out to the clubs shooting range and gym we have here on the property. It could help her take back some control in her life and get out some of her aggression.
I’ve been reading women’s stories about being raped, online. How they have coped and moved on. I want to be able to help her adjust and move forward with her life, with me.
She told me she loved me when I held as we left the hospital. I just hope she feels that way once she finds out what I’ve done in my life and the things I will still have to do, for my club and her.
I hold her words near and dear to my heart every day, but loving me is one thing. First, I have to get her to love herself again.
According to those women, they all lost themselves in one way or another. Finding themselves again took time, but once they did it helped them heal and move on.
My girl has a huge support system, not just myself and Jules, she has the whole club too. They all want to help her through her grieving.
Gigi too, even though she’s not fully aware of what happened to Bella. Jules and I agreed to keep it from her until Bella was ready to talk to her about what happened. Gigi knows she was attacked the night her parents were killed. Jules couldn’t keep that from her because of Bella’s face and her being in the hospital sick. That’s enough for her to deal with, for now.
After lying here for over an hour, there's a soft knock at my door. I untangle myself from my beauty and cover her up with the blanket, and getting up to answer it. I see Gator and step into the hall closing the door behind me.
He’s a tall, muscular man with shoulder-length blond hair tied back. The man is built like an athlete and full of tattoos.
“Hey, man, how’s your girl doin’?” he asks uneasily.
Bella may not have met all the guys and their ol’ ladies or the club girls’ official, but they’re all concerned about her and want to help.
Gator and Ace are the only two that know her whole story. The others still want to help her in any way they can.
We respect women in this club and hitting a woman goes against everything we stand for here.
If the brothers knew Anton had not only hit her... I can’t even say the word if they knew they would be out for blood and want to put him to ground as bad as I do.
They have all taken Jules and Gigi in as part of our family helping them adjust to club life. Club life in some ways is like Mafia life.
Gator’s friend/fuck buddy Sam - since he hasn’t claimed her - is also a doctor at a local hospital for the last four year. She has been taking excellent care of my Bella for me.
I prop myself against the door and rub the back of my neck with my hand to relieve the tension. “She’s sleeping peacefully, for now. The sedative Sam gave her kicked in about twenty minutes ago,” I say moving from the door and start to pace the hallway running my hands through my hair. “Man, watching her go through all this is killing me. I hate sedating her, but I don’t want her to hurt herself. I don’t know what else to do. She’s always been a strong person. Growing up seeing the shit she did, you’d have to be. I’ve only seen her cry once before I left and now it seems like that all she does. This has broken her spirit completely, and I want to put her back together for herself, but I don’t know how to do that.” I ramble, pausing still pacing. “My girl…” I swallow hard, shaking my head. “Man, I have to find her brothers and end this shit. Val should be the head of the Family, not Antonio, Val should have been there to protect his sister from all this fucked up shit. Hell, I should have gone back for her years ago and claimed her ass.” I know I can’t stop rambling.
Gator comes up to me, gripping his hand on my shoulder stopping me from moving. I face him and see the pain on his face mirroring my own. He’s a good, an honorable man. He took over the club four years ago after his pops was killed on a run. We served together; he was my Sergeant. Blaze, Ace, Snake, and Hawk were all in our unit. After our tours, we all chose to follow him here and joined the club when he took over. We decided to stick together as the family we’d become out there in the war zone.
We’re standing here in the hall facing each other silently, almost in a standoff. Staying this way until Blaze interrupts us. “Man, you love her, and from what I saw in that cage on the way back here, she loves you too and needs you. She trusts you and knows you’ll never lay a hand on her. You’ll put her back together, she just needs time and support.” He comes closer to us. “You have us, she has you, and we’re all here for both of you. Give the poor girl time to process the shit storm that her life has become. She’s been through more fucked up shit in a week than most of us have to deal with in a lifetime.” He takes a deep breath. “Don’t live in the past, man, that’s never good for anyone. It just adds to the fucked up shit storm in our lives. Live for today, live for your girl in there.” Blaze may be an ass most the time, but he’s a smart man, and he’s right. He’s one of my best friends and closest brother. He doesn’t know the whole story, and I feel bad about not talking to him about it. I just couldn’t do that to Bella. He and the other brothers believe Bella was beatin’ almost to death by Anton and I never confirmed or denied it. He did hit her, on the face and back. She also had bruises on her waist according to the hospital records. No one has seen them, but Sam.
“He’s right when you love someone, and they hurt you want to take their pain away,” Gator says sympathetically. “She’ll heal and come out of this stronger. You’ll help her, and we’ll help you both through this. We’re family and family takes care of each other. Her little sister and best friend are part of our family now too. We’ve got your back, brother, whatever you need. Get some rest you look like shit. Don’t worry about the next couple of runs; I’ve got the boys covering for you for as long as you need.”
I go to walk back to my room to my girl. La mia ragazza.
Inspiration hits me all of a sudden. I’ve wanted to do something to make her feel better, I think I have the perfect plan.
I freeze with my hand on the handle and spin around facing the guys before they head back downstairs to the bar.
“Gator, Blaze, wait a second.” They both stop on the steps and turn to me. “Can you help me with something?” I ask running closer to them not wanting to yell. They give each other a look then turn to me. “Sure.” They both say. “Bella’s birthday is next week, Tuesday and I want to throw her a party, here. Can you get Gigi and Jules to help you set it up?” Gator gives me a concerned look. “You sure that’s a good idea, man. She may not be up to partying or being around a lot of people,” Gator says. “Run it by Jules, but I’m pretty sure this will be good for her,” I say, and they agree to help and talk to the girls.
I head back to my room, to la mia ragazza.
My sleeping beauty is still out for the count looking peaceful. I decide to join her, stripping off my jeans and grab a pair of sweatpants from my closet before climbing back in bed taking her back into my arms. Subconsciously, she senses me and crawls up laying half over me with her head on my covered chest near my heart. Her small hand lays on my stomach, and her leg is draped over one of mine. I watch her for a while running one hand through her long hair of her ponytail. My other hand is placed over hers that is on my stomach. Laying with her in my arms fills my heart and soul with happiness and love that I haven’t felt in a long time. She fits in my arms like she was always meant to be here, which she was. I take in her smell of almonds and lavender. I think it’s becoming one of my favorite smells. I always knew God sent her here for me to have and it finally feels right to have her as mine.
I'm thinking of the shit storm of the last couple weeks and the more and more I think about it I know throwing her a birthday party will be good for her. She needs a break from reality, to let loose and unwind.
It’s defiantly been a long day, hell it been a long week. My body is exhausted, but apparently, my cock hasn’t gotten the memo this week. Hard as a rock in pants and in need of release again, yeah again. There is going to be a lot of hand jobs in my future, I won’t be touching the club whores again now that I have her back. My girl, yeah my girl is too fragile to have me fuck her anytime soon. I won’t push her; I’ll wait as long as she needs. When the time is right, I’ll take it nice and slow making it special for her. The way her first time should have been, with me taking what was rightfully mine from the day she was born.
Damn, just thinking about fuckin’ her is causing my rock hard cock to throb in my pants. Two times a day isn’t going to cut it with her sexy as hell body press against mine like this in my bed. Her body shit, naked and in the tub earlier. Fuck, I have to take care of this shit, or I’ll never get to sleep tonight. I untangle myself from my beauty and quietly make my way to the bathroom closing the door three-fourths of the way.
I turn on the showers knob to cool water, remove my clothes relieving my cock from his confinement helps. I step into the shower and stand under the cool water for a second.
Then I take care of my raging hard cock pumping my hand up and down. I close my eyes picturing her lying here in this tub naked.
Her beautiful face, pink cheeks, and seeing her grabbing her tits to cover herself up from my view. Her perfect round globes and perky pink nipples barely covered by her tiny hands. Nipples the size of half of my pinky finger.
I picture her tiny fingers pinching her nipples rolling and squeezing.
Her other hand travels down her body past her stomach to bare pink pussy. Yeah, it was bare, I caught a glimpse. Her tiny fingers pinching her swollen nubs and rolling her clit in circles. She slides her pointer and middle finger inside pumping them with her thumb drawing circles her clit. Little moans of pleasure coming from her mouth as her climax draws near.
I pump my beast faster and harder, imagining my girl pleasuring herself in this very tub hours earlier.
Damn, I cum all over the tile wall before getting any further into my fantasy.
I feel better after relieving myself, for the third time today. I wash up and dress quickly then head back to bed. I wrap myself up around my world, my love. She’s finally in my arms after all these years where she was always meant to be.