By Fate I Conquer Cora Reilly Read Online chapter – 37 “You’ve got to help me, Gray. I’ll die if I stay locked in here.”
Gray’s gaze flitted to Marcella and he narrowed his eyes. “You are the reason why we’re under attack. If I release you, you’ll only fight against us.” “Gray,” I said imploringly, pressing tightly against the bars. “Earl set the dogs on me so they could tear me apart.”
Gray shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “He wouldn’t—” “Do it? Come on, we both know that’s not true.” Gray didn’t say anything, only watched Satan.
“We’re brothers. Do you really want me defenseless in a dog cage so Vitiello can tear me apart? You know what he did to my father. And he’ll do the same to me, no matter if I helped his daughter, which is all I did. You saw what Earl did to her. It’s not right. This has nothing to do with Vitiello. I still want him dead and won’t hesitate to kill him if given the chance.”
I needed to get through to Gray quickly before Earl spotted us, or my brother was hit by a Famiglia bullet.
He glanced back to the clubhouse then to me. “I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“You can,” I said fiercely, but I wasn’t sure he could. Right in this moment, my sole priority was to get Marcella to safety. Once that was taken care of, I’d do my best to help Gray. If something happened to him because of my betrayal, I’d never be able to forgive myself. I wanted him safe. I wanted a different life for him.
Gray took out his key chain, and I had to resist the urge to rip it out of his hand. Instead, I waited for him to unlock my cage. The moment the familiar click sounded, I shoved open the door and rushed to Marcella’s kennel.
“Now her.”
“No,” Gray growled. “I don’t care what happens to her. She ruined everything.”
“It wasn’t her f*cking choice to be kidnapped by us.”
“But it was her choice to seduce you and mess with your mind. Before her, the club always came first. You lived for the club, for revenge, and now look at you.”
“You were never for kidnapping her. Look at her back!” I turned to Marcella. “Show him.”
She presented her naked, tattooed back to us. The sight still set my blood aflame with rage. The place between her shoulders was red and bloody, and Vitiello whore was written in ugly black letters across her skin.
Gray’s eyes widened and he swallowed.
“Gray, help me. Do you want an innocent woman’s death on your conscience?”
Screams rang out.
Gray turned back to the fights but I couldn’t allow him to leave with the keys. I lunged at him and grabbed his arm. “Give me the keys.”
He turned to me with a disbelieving expression. “I knew it!”
“You know nothing, Gray. Don’t be a sheep that blindly follows the herd into death. Leave while you still have the chance.”
“I won’t leave the club.”
I pulled him even closer. “Gray. Our club took a wrong turn when we kidnapped Marcella, but we sure as f*ck went straight into hellfire territory when Earl started torturing her. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly okay with what happened?”
“No,” he growled. “I was against the kidnapping from the start but Earl’s the president of this club and it’s our job to follow his orders.”
Gray shook off my grip and stumbled away. I hoped he’d get on his bike and save his own ass. He was a good guy and didn’t deserve to go down with this club. If Vitiello got his hands on him, he wouldn’t show him mercy, even if he was still pretty much a kid.
I whirled around to Marcella’s cage. She stumbled toward the door when I unlocked it and fell into my arms. I kissed her fiercely, not caring about the bullets and screams. I needed another taste of her before I might never see her again. She briefly relaxed against me and time seemed to stand still. Nothing mattered but her lips, her body, the fire burning in her eyes. “We need to get you to your father,” I rasped.
“What about Satan?”
“Marcella, we can’t help her now. She’s too heavy for us to carry.” I linked our hands and guided her away from the cages. The other dogs had quieted and hidden in their huts. The vision in my left eye was still impaired. Maybe blood had dried on my eyeball, or the hit to my head had left lasting damage, I wasn’t sure. Marcella had trouble keeping up with my steps but she didn’t complain.
I spotted Gunnar and a couple of prospects storming out of the clubhouse and toward the fence, probably to defend our borders but knowing Vitiello’s numbers, I doubted they stood any chance. He would barrel right through us and would leave nothing in his wake.
An explosion sounded, blasting splinters of wood and fence all around us. I shoved Marcella down and shielded her with my body. My back burned but I didn’t move until a new wave of screams and shots rang out. The sound of shotguns made my head swivel up. As I’d feared, Earl and several bikers stormed out of the clubhouse and in the direction of the kennels.
I jerked Marcella up onto her feet. She, too, had seen the bikers heading our way. I dragged her away but running toward the fence line where the majority of the fighting was happening posed the risk of being hit by a bullet from either side. Vitiello was on his way, I only needed to make sure Marcella stayed alive until then. Nothing else mattered.
I stormed to the most unlikely place, to the clubhouse. As expected, it was empty except for one terrified looking prospect. He fumbled with his gun but didn’t manage to loosen the safety pin. I released Marcella’s hand and lunged at him, ripping the gun out of his hand before I hit him over the head with the barrel. I grabbed another gun and his knife, then I dragged Marcella behind the bar. It had been enforced with wooden boards and could hold off a few bullets. Of course, the shotguns would eventually tear through it, but I had to trust that Vitiello would find us.
The shooting and screaming came closer. It sounded as if World War III had broken out. Marcella peered at me with wide eyes, panting softly.
“Everything will be okay. Your father will be here any moment and I’ll keep you safe until then.” And then all hell broke loose around us. The shelf behind us exploded. Alcohol and glass shards catapulted our way. My back lit up with new pain, but I only focused on Marcella who cowered in front of me. I touched her cheek briefly, wanting to burn the image of her face into my mind so I could recall it in my last moments.
Steps rang out and a door was thrown shut. “Barricade the door!” Earl screamed and I held my breath, realizing he was in the house and judging from the myriad of voices several men were with him. Maddox and I were trapped.
“Earl!” Dad roared. “I give you five seconds to hand over my daughter before I tear down the f*cking house and chop you and your f*cking family into pieces.”
My heart swelled with relief hearing Dad’s voice.
“F*ck you! I’ll send her head out to you, that’s all you get. We’ll keep her cold pussy to keep us entertained.”
Maddox’s muscles tautened as he raised the guns. “Stay down,” he mouthed.
Another explosion sounded and splinters flew through the room. A man staggered toward us, probably to seek cover. “Prez, they are—”
Maddox shot him in the head before he could finish the sentence and all hell broke loose. My ears rang from the gunfire. Maddox jumped up, raising his guns. “Earl, don’t be stupid. Everyone’s going to die because of your ego.” Maddox ducked and a bullet burst through another of the liquor bottles.
“Damn dogs, I’ll drown them all.”
“For f*ck’s sake! Be reasonable and hand Marcella over!”
More gunfire sounded followed by the sound of breaking wood. A moment later something hit the ground with a loud bang.
“Door down!” someone yelled.
Maddox jerked to his feet when Gunnar showed up, holding a knife in his hands. They began grappling. It was obvious that Maddox didn’t want to kill the older man. Eventually he managed to land a hard hit to the man’s temple. Gunnar crumpled on the floor and didn’t stir again.
The next biker who lunged at Maddox wasn’t as lucky. Maddox impaled his knife in the guy’s chest.
I began shaking, my ears ringing from the gunfire and wounded men screaming in pain. Maybe I’d die right in front of Dad.
Blood splatters covered the wooden boards and the walls. Maddox stepped out from the cover and fired. I crawled forward, peering out from behind the bar. Brutal carnage reigned around me. Blood and body parts lay on the ground.
And amid it all stood Dad, Matteo and Amo and several Famiglia soldiers, right before the front door while Earl and his men hid behind the overturned pool table. It took me a moment to recognize Amo. His eyes were wild and in his right hand, he held an ax, covered in blood and flesh. I didn’t know how many of the savagely killed bikers were his fault. This wasn’t the Amo I remembered.
The brother I’d left behind had seen fights as a fun game. Becoming a Capo had been a distant goal, one he hadn’t been prepared for yet. He’d been a cocky, thrill-seeking boy who liked to impress girls with his future title and looks. His induction had been proforma. Up until this point, Dad had kept him away from the worst of the business by Mom’s request.
Amo had always had a penchant for violence. It ran in his blood, like it ran in mine, albeit not as strong. But it had lain dormant. Now as I saw his blood sprinkled face and the raw hunger for revenge in his eyes, matching Dad’s, I realized his true nature had been awakened.
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