By Fate I Conquer Cora Reilly Read Online chapter – 38 Maddox pushed me back when another biker jumped at us and
rammed a knife into the man, killing another one of his MC brothers to save me.
Behind the couch on the right, I spotted Gray. Maddox would be devastated when he realized his brother hadn’t fled but stayed for the fight.
More Famiglia men pushed into the house until Earl and a few other bikers made a dash for the stairs to seek safety on the second floor.
Maddox grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet, dragging me across the room and shielding me with his body. “Go to your family.” He pushed me forward, away from his warmth and I stumbled a few steps, disoriented. Matteo caught me in his arms but I gasped in pain when he touched my back. He briefly looked at my exposed back, and his expression twisted with disbelief then fury. “I’ll have a blast killing them.”
“Take Marci to safety,” Dad growled. Marci, the name no longer seemed fitting for the girl I had become.
Matteo began to drag me away from the scene but I turned in his hold to address Dad. “Don’t kill him!” I pointed at Maddox, but I couldn’t say more because Matteo tightened his hold on me and dragged me away. My gaze brushed over Maddox and his parting smile as he stood covered in blood amid his dead club brothers. He had made peace with death. The last thing I saw was how he jumped behind the sofa beside his brother Gray to fight at his side.
“No!” I screamed.
“Come on, Marcella. Let’s get you to a doctor.”
I peered up at my uncle. “Tell Dad he can’t kill Maddox.”
“Let your dad and me handle those assholes. And don’t worry, your dad wants to keep as many of them as possible alive for questioning and thorough payback.”
I glanced back at the clubhouse as I stumbled along with my uncle. Two armed guards were by our sides and didn’t leave even when we got into a black van. Inside, the Famiglia doc was already waiting. Dad had thought of everything.
“Why didn’t Amo take me to safety?” I asked, surprised Dad had allowed him to stay.
Matteo twisted his knife in his hand, obviously eager to use it on someone. “Your brother insisted he was allowed to fight and your dad prefers to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t do something stupid. But I’ll keep you safe.” His mouth pulled into a smile that looked completely wrong. Matteo was easy going for a mobster but today his darker side had come out to play.
His expression twisted again when he regarded my back. I could only imagine what it looked like. I faced him. “Can’t you go to Dad and tell him not to kill Maddox? I won’t let the doc treat me otherwise.”
Matteo scanned my face curiously. “The plan is to keep Earl, Maddox, and Gray White as well as the sergeant at arms alive so we can deal with them thoroughly in the next few days.” Excitement swung in his voice, reminding me of the stories about Matteo’s penchant for torture that I’d heard. It was always difficult to imagine considering how funny he often was.
“Is everyone else safe? Mom? Valerio? What about Isabella and Gianna? Lily and the kids?” I was rambling but my lips moved on their own accord.
“Romero and Growl are responsible for their safety. Don’t worry. Soon everything will be over, and the men who hurt you will be dog food.”
Maddox.
I knew what my family had planned, but it gave me time to figure out what to do with Maddox and how to convince Dad not to slice him into bite-sized pieces. I could only pray that Maddox didn’t get himself killed today.
“Do you have any injuries?” the doc asked calmly as he sat down on the bench beside me.
I gingerly touched my ear, which Maddox had covered with a fresh bandage yesterday. “My ear and my back.”
“Let’s start with your back, shall we?”
I nodded numbly. The doc had free access to my back due to my ripped-apart shirt. After a few minutes of careful prodding, he said, “I’m going to disinfect everything and refresh your tetanus shot. And just to cover all our bases, I’ll get some bloodwork done to check for possible infections the needle might have carried.” What he didn’t dare to say: possible diseases through intercourse.
My heart skipped a beat and I stared at him in horror.
“What kind of infections?” Matteo asked before I could utter a word.
“Hepatitis, HIV to name a few.”
I could feel the blood slowly leave my face. I hadn’t even considered that the needle might be contaminated. The ugliness of the tattoo had been my only concern so far.
Matteo squatted before me, giving me a reassuring look. “You’ll be fine, Marcella.”
“What about a possible pregnancy?” the doc asked in a very quiet voice.
Matteo’s expression shifted to fury but then his gaze darted to me.
I shook my head vigorously but I couldn’t be sure I wasn’t pregnant. I’d been on the pill for over a year when Maddox kidnapped me. Of course, I didn’t have them with me. But I didn’t want to consider it now. I’d take care of this problem when I was home.
The relief in Matteo’s face was overwhelming. He touched my arm. “Soon you’ll be home and forget this ever happened.”
I nodded, but I felt shaky and cold. Up until this point, I’d managed to put up a mask of control but it was slipping quickly. I barely registered as the doctor removed the bandage to check on my ear. “There’s the option to reconstruct your earlobe. I know one of the best plastic surgeons in New York who’ll gladly treat you.”
“As if your dad and I will give him a choice,” Matteo muttered, hitting his palm with the blade of his favorite knife.
I shook my head. “It stays the way it is. Only make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
Matteo met my gaze, obviously confused. Maybe he worried I suffered from PTSD, but I didn’t think that was the case.
“I want a reminder.”
“I hope you don’t consider keeping the tattoo as well,” he joked in a dry voice.
I shrugged. “How bad is it?”
“Bad,” he said.
“There are options to remove a tattoo.”
“I know,” I said. I hadn’t even dared to peer over my shoulder yet. Later would be time to face the horror.
The doc covered the tattoo with bandages and Matteo threw a blanket over my shoulders then we sat in silence, waiting for the fight to be over. I could see in Matteo’s face that he wanted to return and be part of the bloodshed. I was thankful he stayed with me. I didn’t want to be alone right now.
My mind drifted to Maddox, who’d risked everything to save me. Calling my father and tell him about the clubhouse was suicidal. He’d told me he loved me. I didn’t trust my own feelings. Could true love be born in captivity?
I watched Marcella being dragged away by Vitiello’s brother, the knife lover. Her eyes flashed with panic as they settled on me, and she shouted at her father to spare me.
I smiled wryly. The look I saw on Luca Vitiello’s face was one I’d seen many years ago, He’d come to maim and kill, not spare anyone. Certainly not me, and not Gray either. I didn’t deserve mercy, and I never wanted it. My gaze darted to my brother hunched behind a sofa. I didn’t care for my life, but I’d get Gray out of here alive even if I had to kill Luca and his men.
I made a mad dash for the sofa and landed on the floor beside Gray. He was bleeding from a bullet wound in his upper arm but otherwise looked unharmed. I checked the wound, ignoring his wince as I prodded around in his torn-apart flesh. The bullet was lodged inside, which wasn’t a bad thing considering it prevented worse bleeding. There would be time to remove it later.
Gray held a gun in his left hand but knowing he strongly favored his right, now injured arm, he might as well be unarmed.
“You got ammo?”
He nodded. “Four more shots.”
That wasn’t nearly enough against the army we were up against. It wasn’t even enough against Luca f*cking Vitiello out for blood.
“Okay, listen to me, Gray. I’ll try to distract them and fire every bullet I have on them so you can save your sorry ass.”
His eyes widened. “I won’t run off like a coward. Dad needs my help.”
“Earl ran off upstairs to save his own ass, leaving you here to deal with Vitiello and his army. He doesn’t deserve your worry.”
Gray shook his head. “I’m not a coward.”
“No, you’re not. But you aren’t a fool either, and staying here is foolish. We can’t get out of this alive, not with the numbers against us. But you know all the secret pathways out of the woods. If anyone can get away from here, it’s you.” Gray kept shaking his head. I grabbed his cut. “F*ck. Mom needs you. If Earl and I die, then she needs you.”
That seemed to get through his thick skull.
“Get out of there, White,” Luca called. I assumed he meant me, considering that Earl had run upstairs to hide.
I gave a nod toward Gray. “You run toward the back door as fast as your legs carry you when I give you the sign, understood?” I wouldn’t be responsible for his death.
“Understood,” Gray muttered.
“Good.” I pushed to my feet and began firing at everything that moved. Luca and another man I didn’t know sought cover outside but kept firing at me. Amo Vitiello hid behind the overturned pool table but he too shot at me. I ducked behind the sofa, glad for the metal sheets Gunnar had attached to the underside a few weeks ago in preparation for a possible attack.
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