Bella (A Sagatori family saga-A Mafia Romance Book 6) (7 page)

So, I continued to dial the number and waited as the phone began to ring.

Jax

I sat listening to all the ways we could get rid of Ivan Mikhailov. But we knew, in the end, it wasn’t possible. I knew it and they knew it. It was just a matter of time before he found her, and I knew that as well.

“Family first,” I heard someone say.

“She is my family, she was also Anthony’s daughter.”

“Apparently she wasn’t.” Tito eyed me cautiously.

I folded my hands together watching him, ready to wrap them around his neck. But he had a point, and I knew that, too. I stood to pour another glass of brandy but it was empty. “Get this filled,” I hollered at Wyatt.

“He’s gonna kill everyone! This goes beyond territory and you know it, Jax.”

I did know it. I shook my head. “She. Is. My. Mother fucking. Wife. And if I have to remind anyone else of that, I’ll put a fucking bullet in your skull.”

“Hey, hey, we get it. She’s family—” Renaldo, my concigliere, stood holding his hands out, tryin’ to bring peace to a shitty situation. “Let’s not go there, Tito, this is family regardless. Bella has always been apart of this family, and now she’s married to the boss; let’s all show some respect.”

Wyatt entered the room with the brandy in his hands. He quickly began pouring me a drink and then filled everyone else’s glasses as well.

I took a long drink relishing in the burn as it slid down my throat. The brandy had been the only thing keeping me from setting a bomb off somewhere. I was beyond stressed at that moment.

I snapped my attention to my watch seeing it was almost time to leave. “Wyatt, tell Tony to get Bella and Alessandra.”

“Yes, boss.” He quickly left the room returning a moment later.

I took in a deep breath, nervous as fuck that we weren’t going to make it. If she were my daughter, I’d go to Hell and back to find her so I knew he’d do the same. But if he found her he’d keep her from me, and that wasn’t acceptable. There wouldn’t be an understanding made of something like that. How she got to Anthony was an even bigger conundrum. Anthony believed what he’d been told. I saw it in his eyes, I knew what he’d confessed to me had been the truth, but how? How the hell did all of this begin? I’d love nothing better than to speak with Ivan and come to a settlement that would meet both of our needs, but there would be only one coming out of that alive, and I feared it wouldn’t be me. No matter how vicious I was, no matter how many men I’d killed or had killed, I was no match for him. He was the devil, and I would never agree to Bella having contact with him. I’d keep her and our baby safe with me, if even I died in the end.

I declared the meeting over and approached the door to my office. I turned around for one last look. “I’ll be in touch soon.”

All the men nodded and said their goodbyes as I stepped into the hall. “Wyatt?” I turned seeing him directly behind me.

“Yes, boss?”

Get the men ready. I don’t want anyone alone. Have a spotter on the roof and in the garage. One spotter, one shooter, no one alone.” I reiterated. “I also want guards to surround Bella as we enter the garage.”

“There’s also multiple vehicles, all alike waiting to follow and split.”

I nodded. “Good, I want to be on the plane and in the air before they figure it out.” I’d pulled all the troops in for this one. We had a hundred men in the building and nearby. My men waited on roofs, in cars, on the street, here in the penthouse, and throughout the building. They were everywhere waiting for us to get Bella far away.

My brothers were also here playin’ some stupid fuckin’ card game as I approached them in the living room. They quickly stood to their feet as I smacked their cards away. “You bored? You not aware of what the fuck is goin’ on out there?” I asked pointedly.

“Sorry, damn!” Adam disrespected me in front of my men and that couldn’t go unresolved, not with everyone watching. I needed to make an example of him and there was nothing more that I wanted to do than to beat the shit out of someone. I drew back landing a punch to his jaw causing him to fall on his ass.

“Pick yourself up and don’t speak to me like that again or your mother is gonna be visiting your grave, you got me?”

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I got you.” Blood oozed from his mouth as he spoke.

I dismissed him and passed the men in my home that stood offering their respect as I walked through to the stairs not seeing Bella. I took two at a time needing to hold her in my arms. Dominic stood in the hallway talking to Tony when I approached.

“Where is Bella?”

Dominic pointed to the guestroom. “There.”

I wrinkled my brows and reached for the door, but the handle was locked. “Locked?”

“She said she’d be out in a minute.”

“What the fuck is she doing?”

“I don’t know, boss. She took her laptop into the guest room saying she needed some time to herself.” Dominic shrugged.

“You fucking idiot!”

“Bella, open the fucking door, now!” I banged on the door nearly taking it off its hinges, but she didn’t respond. Again, I pushed and slammed my knuckles on the wood. “Do you have a key?”

“Yeah.” Dominic wrestled with his key ring locating it as I waited not so patiently. “Here!” He stuck it into the door.

“Bella?” I said as the door swung open.

“Jax?” She emerged from the bathroom. “What’s the problem?”

“What are you doing?”

Se raised a brow at the crowed that stood watching at the door and then whispered. “Using the bathroom. What’s wrong?”

“You had the door locked and I—”

“And you what? I needed a few minutes alone. This is all too much, you know?”

I waved everyone out of the entry of the room and took her into my arms. “Baby, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you doing anything stupid.”

“Like what?” The warmth of her breath was much needed as she rested her head against my chest.

“I don’t know,” I kissed the top of her head needing to feel her body one time before we left— before we were ripped apart from each other. 

I walked us into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. “Baby, I need to feel you.”

Her eyes lifted to mine. “Okay.” Her cheeks reddened. “I want you to feel me, here.” She lifted her dress slowly and rubbed along her pussy. “I want you to fuck me here like this.” She bent over the sink with her dressed raised above her plump and juicy ass.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” I approached wrapping one hand around her throat and with the other I slid her hair from her silky neck as I ran my tongue over her flesh.

“Yes.” She breathed.

“Yes what?” I pressed my finger into her pulsing flesh.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

My dick ached with the anticipation of sinking inside of her pussy. She closed her eyes as I watched in the mirror. “Open them, watch me take you. Watch as I control your body, and as I control your orgasm.”

Her eyes opened doing as I’d asked. She rubbed herself against me, teasing me, begging me for it as a moan slipped from her lips. “Fuck me hard, Jax. Make me scream. Make me scream so loud everyone hears what you do to me.” I could hear the sadness in her voice. “I want you to tell me where I belong and who I belong to.” Her voice cracked, making me want to fuckin’ kill someone.

Losing control, I unbuckled my pants feeling my dick as it slipped out and smacked my stomach. “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.” My hands rubbed along her hips pressing my fingers into her flesh.

“I want you to mark me with your touch, Jax. I want to look at my skin and see your touch there.”

I pressed my fingers harder into her flesh hearing her breathing harden and a moan slip from her mouth. I lifted her dress further, watching as I squeezed and smacked her flesh.

“Leave marks,” she begged. “I need to feel you everywhere.” She moaned again begging me to hurt her.

I traced my hand along her back ripping her dress over her head seeing her in nothing but a bra, and it had my dick solid. The tan bra held her plump and juicy breasts for me as I watched her in the mirror.

She pressed her ass into my cock. “Fuck me, hurt me.” She pulled her breasts out from the bra one by one.

I smoothed my hands across her hardened nipples as she writhed into my touch, eventually finding the front of her underwear and dipping my fingers inside. Her pussy was so hot as it hid inside of the silk panties. I spread her lips apart feeling her clit throb against my touch and swept my finger though her folds feeling her soaked for me.

I looked into the mirror seeing her saddened yet eager eyes knowing she needed me inside of her as much as I needed to fill her. She needed to know I’d never abandon her and she belonged to me and I belonged to her. “Bella.” I lifted her to my chest pushing her down onto my cock, forcing myself into her without warning. She cried out from the sudden intrusion inside of her pussy. I held onto her, pushing her down rapidly, moaning into her neck as I felt my orgasm come too quickly. I fought it, slamming her on to me over and over, wanting her to scream and feel as though I’d rip her body apart. I wanted to leave my mark on her, claim her like I’d never claimed her before. I wanted everyone to know I owned her, I’d keep her, and I’d kill for her.

She screamed with need and want as all the tension released, and I grabbed ahold of her shoulders forcing myself as deep as I could go. Her breath was hot as she pressed her mouth against mine taking everything I had. I knew as I came inside of her, unable to hold it back that it wasn’t me who owned her but her who owned me. Every fucking piece of me, and I wanted her to own more to take it declare it— I wanted her to mark me.

“I have never felt what I feel with you.” Cum shot into her pussy while I couldn’t stop pumping into her; I needed her to cum around me. I needed her to scream with intense pleasure. “Your pussy feels so good, baby, I want you to come all over me.” I turned us so that we could both see in the mirror, so that we could both see her breasts and ass bounce as I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked her. She watched, begging for more, begging me to fuck her harder and harder. I knew what she needed. I knew what she wanted me to do. She wanted what she needed me to do to own her and to show her pleasure that she didn’t experience every day.

I watched her face as I slipped out of her pussy and coated her ass with our mixed juices. “This will hurt.”

“Good.” She chewed on her lip and closed her eyes as I sank my dick inside of her.  I didn’t loosen her before, but she needed this: the pain, the feeling of me in this moment, and I needed nothing more than to feel every inch of her around my cock.

She winced and pulled her face to mine sucking on my mouth. “Oh God!”

I sank deeper and deeper pulling out after each thrust. She began pushing into me wanting more and wanting it deeper. “Jax, Oh—My—Fuck!”

I kissed her, forcing her to kiss me back when the feeling was too intense for her to concentrate on it. My rhythm quickened and my force hardened. I was fucking her, fully seated inside with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” She clutched onto my hair pulling my head back. It made me want to fuck her even harder, not giving up on how far she would let me go and pushing her to that point. “I’m coming—FUUUUU—CKKKK!” she screamed, not worrying about anyone that may have heard her because in that moment there was no one else and as far as we were concerned we were the only ones alive. I came inside of her as her teeth sank into my shoulder. I couldn’t stop thrusting inside of her wanting to push even my own limits.

I slowed and eventually pulled out as she clung to me fully sated by what we’d done. “You own me,” she declared.

“You own me, baby, you always have.”

“I love you so much. But I don’t want anyone to die because of me, Jax. That’s why I had to do it. I want you to understand.”

I pulled her away from my chest. “What did you do?”

A tear fell taking her mascara with it. “I’m sorry.” She stood motionless against the sink.

“Baby, what the fuck did you do?”

“Ended this Jax. I’m ending this.”

I panicked— I full on fucking panicked. Setting her to her feet, I quickly pulled my pants on and buckled them. “Baby, please tell me what you’ve done.” I ran my hand through my hair looking for her clothing.

She cried tears streaking her face. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let anyone die, Jax, I can’t let you die because of me.”