Chapter 30 – By Fate I Conquer Cora Reilly Read Online Free
He moved his fingers at an excruciatingly slow pace until I began meeting his thrusts and my eyelids drooped in pleasure.
When I finally came, I clung tightly to Maddox. He wrapped his arms around me even tighter and I rested my chin on his shoulder. Slowly, the exhilaration ebbed away and I became aware of the throbbing in my ear that matched the stinging between my legs.
I pulled back slightly and met his gaze. “You have to save me. Only you can, and you know there’s only one way to do it.”
Marcella lay curled up on her side beside me, her elegant back facing my way. My eyes traced the soft bumps of her spine down to her round ass with the two tantalizing dimples above her cheeks. I fought the urge to kiss every inch of her way too perfect skin.
Her words after we’d f*cked repeated in my mind. I had to save her, but the option she had in mind was out of the question. I couldn’t let her run. This was our only chance to get her old man. If I released her, Earl and my club brothers would never forgive me. F*ck, they’d hail me a traitor and cut my balls off and feed them to me, or the Rottweilers. I wasn’t a traitor.
My eyes were drawn to the bandage over her ear. It had started bleeding again during our f*ck. I still couldn’t believe I’d slept with Snow White, that I had popped her cherry.
Before getting to know Marcella, I’d often fantasized about having her in my bed, but it had never been like this. I’d thought I’d feel triumphant for having touched Vitiello’s precious offspring. I’d imagined taunting him with every dirty detail, imagined using Marcella as part of my revenge. Now all I could think about was that I wanted to keep her in my bed, in my life. I almost laughed at the thought of Marcella becoming my old lady. Vitiello would lose it. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t really imagine Marcella as part of our lifestyle. She was from a very different world.
Despite the impossibility of us, I wanted to taste her every day, see lust replace the cold suspicion in her blue eyes. And the last thing I wanted to do was to share any detail of our first night together with anyone. I wanted every moment with, every inch of Marcella for myself. But I also wanted her safe, and she needed to be far away from the club for that, far away from me. I belonged with the club and she couldn’t stay.
I raked a hand through my hair. “Stupid idiot.”
Marcella stirred, twisting her head around to look at me sleepily. “Did you say something?”
“Sleep,” I murmured.
She simply nodded, turned, and fell back asleep. I stretched out on my back, my arms crossed behind my head. Earl was getting suspicious. The others were getting jealous. This was all not how I’d planned it. I didn’t want to let Marcella go, but I had to. I couldn’t hope for Earl to hold back from hurting her further. I closed my eyes, wanting to kick my stupid ass. When had Marcella’s safety become my top priority, even more important than the one thing I’d worked for all my life: revenge?
I stared up at the ceiling. Marcella had said her father would kill me for taking her virginity. Considering all I had done, he had several reasons to end my life as brutally as possible. But this, f*cking his daughter, was definitely the tip of the iceberg.
But she was worth dying for. F*ck, I’d die a thousand deaths just for one more night with her.
Luca
Protecting my family had always been my top priority. Nothing was more important, not even the Famiglia.
Staring down at the note from Earl White, I realized I’d failed.
Payback time, Vitiello.
Earl White
President of the Tartarus MC
“That imbecile probably doesn’t know more words,” Matteo muttered. I didn’t react. There was a static rush in my ears, similar to the one I’d experienced years ago when I’d thought Aria was cheating on me and I had gone on a killing spree in the Tartarus clubhouse. I had lost control back then, and I was close to losing it again.
Matteo had been there back then, like he was now. And his gaze held the same concern as he watched me silently as in the past.
My body called for blood, for screams and carnage.
I could do nothing but listen to the furious beating of my heart. “How am I going to tell Aria?” I pressed out. I’d only found out four hours ago that Marcella had been kidnapped from campus. One of the men responsible for her safety had called me to tell me. The only reason why he wasn’t dead yet was that I’d need every man to destroy Tartarus and trying to save his hide was a great incentive.
Matteo touched my shoulder. “I can do it.”
“No,” I croaked, shaking my head. I slanted a look at my boy, his face still buried in his palms. Amo had been there when the call had come in. His shock reflected my own. Despite being introduced to the Famiglia at his thirteenth birthday, I’d kept many horrid aspects of this world from him, by Aria’s request.
I got up from my chair in my office where we’d returned after a futile search. There wasn’t a trace of Marcella, nor of the members from Tartarus. They’d all crawled into their hiding holes, scared of what I’d do if I caught one of them. They’d sing like a canary, reveal every secret they never knew they kept. “I should go home now before word reaches Aria.”
I had already called a meeting for every man of the Famiglia who was close enough to be present tonight. Some of my Underbosses and their soldiers were too far away to join in the search.
Amo stepped up to me, gripping my forearm, his eyes harsh. “Let me be a part of the search and the destruction of Tartarus. I don’t want protection. I don’t need to be protected. I want to save Marci and kill every f*cker who hurt her. I want to smash their bodies into a bloody pulp.”
He was almost my height and the fierceness in his gray eyes, my eyes, reminded me more of myself than ever before.
Protecting him wasn’t an option anymore. I nodded and squeezed his shoulder. I hadn’t been able to protect Marcella, and I could no longer protect Amo. “We’ll fight side by side.”
His expression filled with determination and pride. Maybe I should have let him be part of a mission before. This, his first real mission, was riskier than anything we’d been up against in a long time.
My heart rate picked up when I entered our mansion thirty minutes later. Matteo and Amo were close behind me, but this, telling Aria everything, was my burden. Valerio rushed down the steps, grinning, but one look at my face and his expression fell. “What’s wrong?”
I indicated Amo and Matteo to take care of him. He was too young for the gruesome details but he, too, needed the truth. Yet, my sole focus was Aria for now.
I followed soft humming into the kitchen where I found her. She was blowing on a steaming cup of tea while reading a magazine. I hadn’t expected to find her cooking. Aria was the worst cook in the world.
Her golden blonde hair was up in a messy bun, a few wayward strands framing her gorgeous face. Marcella had inherited Aria’s beauty and her eyes, but my black hair.
Aria and I’d been married for twenty-four years, longer than both of us had been without the other. She was still as beautiful as on our wedding day, maybe even more so. What made her even more beautiful was that she loved more fiercely than anyone else I knew, which was why this news would break her.
“Aria,” I forced out. Every fiber in my body revolted against disturbing her serenity with an ugly truth even I could hardly bear. I’d vowed to keep all harm from her and our family and failed horribly.
Aria turned with a soft smile which faded away at the look on my face. She knew me better than anyone, every twitch of my face and the meaning behind it. I could only imagine what my expression must have been like.
She set down her cup slowly, worry filling her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
How could I tell her? I wanted to lie to her, to protect her at least.
I wasn’t a man who shied back from an ugly truth or from anything else. I’d seen and done too much to be scared, but right this moment I was f*cking terrified. “Do you remember the Jersey MC?”
Her brows pulled together. “You killed them all when I was pregnant with Marcella.”
My heart shriveled. Of course, she remembered. I’d acted out of sheer desperation and fury back then, not thinking about the consequences of my actions. I wanted to maim and kill, and these bikers had seemed like the perfect target. They had attacked Famiglia warehouses and killed my soldiers before so they were far from being innocent, but back then I’d have killed them even if that hadn’t been the case.
My actions had gone unpunished for decades, but now Marcella was paying for my sin.
“They rebuilt their chapter in the last few years.”
She nodded because I’d mentioned it to her on occasion, especially if one of their insane attacks had caused me a headache.
“Luca, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong? Why are you telling me all this?”
I moved toward her and touched her shoulders. “Marcella, they kidnapped—”
Aria took a step back, horror twisting her face. “No.”
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