By Fate I Conquer Cora Reilly Read Online chapter – 33 I got up and gave Earl a forced smile.
“The last few weeks took a toll on me, Earl. That’s all. I just want to get my hands on Vitello before he slips away.” “He can’t. Not this time. Now let’s celebrate.”
I followed him toward the bar and shared a couple of drinks with the club, to put their suspicions to rest and as a goodbye to those who wouldn’t survive.
I’d sworn to get revenge on Luca Vitiello, to make him bleed emotionally and later, physically. I wanted him to suffer as much as I’d suffered.
Marcella had been the means to an end. She was meant to be the ransom we needed to get our hands on Vitiello. I’d despised her before I’d known her, and now this woman owned me in a way I should have never allowed. I hadn’t seen it coming but I should have. Marcella Vitiello was a woman unlike any I’d encountered before.
And today I’d betray my club for her. I’d give up my life goal for her. And maybe I’d even lose my life for her. I’d never thought anything could ever be worth it, least of all a woman. Relationships come and go in a biker’s life, the only lasting bond was that to your club and its brothers, but with Marcella I knew I wanted it to be an until death do us part kind of thing. Of course, death would likely do us part very soon.
She was worth it. F*ck. I knew it now. I’d die a thousand deaths for her.
Taking a last deep drag, I flicked away my cigarette. It was around ten in the morning, and I’d come out here after celebrating with my brothers last night, instead of going to bed. I couldn’t sleep and also couldn’t face Marcella. I needed time to think. Today Marcella was supposed to move back to the kennels, as far away from me as possible. Earl had granted me a few more hours for a f*ck with her before she’d be fair game. I’d strolled the premises, had checked the fence, but it was guarded heavily.
I grabbed my phone, then stared down at it as the first sunrays of the cloudy day touched the ground beside my feet. Too many guards surrounded the perimeter for me to save Marcella alone. F*ck.
My pulse pounded when I dialed the number of Vitiello’s nightclub where he had his office. I’d never talked to him before. That had always been Earl’s privilege as prez.
After a few minutes, I was finally put through to the Capo’s cell phone because he wasn’t in the club. I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t at work. He and his men probably worked 24/7 for a way to save Marcella. “What do you want?” Vitiello asked. His voice was tight with suppressed rage.
I could imagine what he wanted to do to me, and I probably deserved it. But Vitello was the last one who should judge anyone. “You better listen carefully because what I’m telling you next is where you can find Marcella.”
I gave him the address, then added, “You should hurry if you want to protect your daughter from more harm.”
“We both know it’s a f*cking trap,” Vitiello growled.
“Does it matter? You’d die for her. This is your chance to prove it.”
He didn’t deny it, and for the first time in my life, I had something in common with my worst enemy. The funny thing was the person probably going to lose his life was me. If Vitiello attacked our clubhouse with the full force of his soldiers, none of us would survive. A quick death was all we could hope for and would probably be denied. “Be quick. Earl has more in store for your daughter.”
“I’ll tear you all apart,” he growled, but I hung up before he could elaborate on his promise. I’d seen what he was capable of.
I sagged against the wall of the shed, staring up at the sky. It was ironic that the sun came out now that I’d decided to destroy the one thing I’d clung to all my life. Then I dragged my eyes to the tattoo of the hellhound on my upper arm. I’d been born into the club. I’d loved it with all my heart, had sworn my loyalty and life to it and my club brothers, but in only a few weeks Marcella had turned my life upside down.
Her kidnapping had shown me Tartarus’ ugly head, one I always tried to ignore. I’d still fight at my club brothers’ side and try to kill Vitiello once Marcella was safe. I wanted to help her not spare him.
I pushed away from the wall and went in search of my half-brother. He needed to get away from here before Luca arrived. I found Gray, Gunnar, Cody, and a few others gathered around the table, playing poker, most of them looking like death warmed over from drinking too much. Some of these men were like my friends. They didn’t deserve death, but if I told them about what lay ahead, they’d tell Earl, and he would evacuate everyone and bring Marcella to a new hiding place. Only this time, I wouldn’t be able to protect her. I only had this one chance and I wouldn’t f*ck it up for anyone.
“Want to join us and stop moping around, Mad?” Gunnar asked, a cigar between his teeth. “I don’t know why you have your f*cking panties in a bunch anyway. If I had a gorgeous woman in my bed, I’d run around grinning from ear to ear.”
“You know me. I want Vitiello’s head as a trophy on our club wall. I won’t be satisfied until that’s the case.”
This still held true. I wanted Vitiello dead. Unfortunately, that desire was at odds with my obsession for his daughter. Maybe it was for the best if Vitiello killed me, then I wouldn’t be faced with that impossible problem.
“You won’t have to wait much longer. Vitiello will cut his own d!ck off to save his daughter once we’ve all had a go at her,” Cody said with a snicker. Even more than in the past, I felt the urge to smash his stupid face in.
“Hey Gray, I need to talk to you.”
Gray shook his head. “I’m winning here. We can talk later.”
My patience snapped. Vitiello was probably already on the way here with every torture device ever invented on this planet. I stalked over to him and ripped the cards from his hands. “Fold.”
Gray protested then he shook his head. “What’s your f*cking problem?”
“My problem is that you don’t follow orders. You’re below me in rank, don’t forget it.”
“For now,” he muttered, a slight slur in his voice. He must have drunk a lot to still be drunk the next morning. This kid drove me up the wall. Cody and Gunnar exchanged looks.
Gray got up. I chose to ignore his comment, even though it was probably true. His jealousy only ever showed when he was drunk. Earl would eventually favor Gray as his successor. He was his son after all. But nothing of that mattered anymore. After today, the main chapter of Tartarus MC would be dead and I was the nail in its coffin. Maybe the Nomads would come together to build a new chapter but I doubted they’d do it close to New York.
Gray followed me outside as I headed into the woods. I didn’t want to risk anyone overhearing us. “What’s so urgent that you ruin my Straight Flush?”
“I need you to head out now and grab a few things for me.”
“No can do. Dad called the entire club in for another meeting around lunch. That’s why we’re all up so early. He has something planned.”
My brows pulled together. Earl hadn’t mentioned it to me. “What is it?”
Gray shrugged. “He usually always shares shit with you, not me.”
I’d thought me celebrating with them last night had convinced Earl of my loyalty, but apparently, he was still suspicious of me. For good reason. “Whatever it is can wait. You need to go now.”
Gray narrowed his eyes, suddenly not appearing drunk anymore. “Why? What’s the matter?”
This discussion was wasting time we didn’t have. I grabbed Gray by the collar. “Listen to me for once and get your ass away from here.”
“What did you do?” he gritted out.
“Leave the clubhouse now.”
He jerked free of my grip. “I’m not running off no matter what.”
I might be able to live with myself if Vitiello killed my club brothers and even Earl, but I’d hate myself forever if Gray died. “F*ck, you moron, Vitiello knows our whereabouts. He’s probably already on the way to kill us all.”
Gray took a step back from me, horrified realization flashing across his face. “You told him?”
“I had to. Earl went too far. We all did. This was never meant to turn into a torture session of his daughter. Vitiello was supposed to pay not her.”
“You’re a traitor!”
He turned on his heel as if to rush back to the house and warn everyone. I didn’t want them all to die but if Gray warned them, Earl might kill Marcella and probably allow every brother to have a go at her before he did. I couldn’t allow it. I pulled out my gun and hit my half-brother over the head with the handle. He sagged to the ground. Grabbing him under his arms, I dragged him into the forest and hid him under a few twigs and leaves. With a little luck, he wouldn’t wake before everything was over. Then at least he would survive. That was all I could do.
I hurried back to the house and paused when I noticed the tattoo machine on the bar counter. “Who’s getting inked?” I asked into the round.
“The whore gets a tattoo she deserves, something really fitting,” Cody said with a nasty smile, obviously enjoying that he knew more than me. He put his cards down. “Full house!”
Gunnar groaned as he put his cards down and the others muttered curses as well.
“A tattoo was never mentioned before,” I said. I failed to mask my shock.
“What Vitiello did needs to be punished accordingly.”
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