Dragon
I can't really notice when the sun comes up, eyes swollen from the beatings adding to the throbbing head, at least the blood has stopped oozing.
Tip's face isn't much better than mine, from the movement it looks like the men are going to switch shifts.
I hear the sound of the car outside, I take a deep breath, sucking in with some difficulty, and I must have some dislocated ribs. I don't make a point of lifting my head to see who's going into the shed, I just wanted to know if my little beast is okay.
The sound of footsteps alerts me to the approach, when I stop making an effort to open my left eye, which is better, the Italian shoes shining, I wish I had something in my stomach so I could vomit all over this shitty starch.
He pulls my head up by my hair smiling, I make an effort to keep my posture impartial, the asshole looks very happy.
"Did you know you guys weren't capable of doing something on your own, but under the command of Stefano's little bitch?" The taste of blood filled my mouth.
His sickly laugh only fuels his anger at the way he refers to her.
- Watching the club I realized that you love a bitch, but I didn't think you were interested in hot whores like the late Beatrice - I felt anger coursing through my veins. - Don't worry Dragon, this time I'll confirm that that bitch, along with those idiots will be buried.
He bends down smiling in my face, I take the moment to spit in the bastard's face. I grin as he takes a handkerchief out of his suit to clean up the dirt, face twisting angrily, throws the cloth to the floor, lunging forward angrily, hitting every part of my abdomen.
I struggle to control my breathing with each blow, the sound of skin splitting open to the sound of gunfire, turning to the big door orders the soldiers to go around the back of where we're trapped.
“You're still too arrogant, Vincenzo. Her voice awakens a terror inside my chest.
I lift my head, looking so beautiful in a gray T-shirt and leather pants, I feel my blood running cold at the look the man gives when he sees her.
The fear of something happening to my little one makes me end up hurting my wrist trying once again to let go. She shakes her head in the negative looking at my face.
“Beatrice.” I feel like throwing up at the tone of his voice. “I told that idiot Stefano to kill you that day. - He walks towards her taking off his suit and folding his dress shirt. - Don't worry after I'm sick of you, I make a point of burying you in person.
She flashes a Cheshire smile, making my cock sore, what a woman!
I hold my breath as they stand in front of each other, the idiot steps forward, hitting my wife, I yell for her to get out of here, but Diana just stands up again, smiling.
Attracting the fury of the man who hits his abdomen, driving me crazy to see his small body being hit.
“Brother, trust your wife.” Tip's voice is low and husky.
"She's getting fucked up!" - I answer furiously.
I try anyway to release my fists, the chair ends up tipping over, hurting my right shoulder with the fall.
If only the chair had broken.
She just takes it, sir!
My wife, I feel the lump in my throat tightening, seeing her body suffer from the blows, I would rather be beaten in her place, how can she expose herself like that.
Vincenzo takes advantage of her kneeling after receiving another blow to the belly, and pulls her by the neck cutting the air, the cheeks I love turning red.
— I'm going to take your body harder than I did that day, you bitch — He says letting go, which falls to the ground with his head down. “Let's see what your little boyfriend thinks of it.
I hold my breath, enraged at the thought of what he can do, taking off his vest and unhooking his braces, my girl puts her hand on the floor slowly getting up when her gaze meets mine.
I see, the little beast is loose.
The giant smile with teeth covered in blood, make her look macabre, when the Italian advances furious, she dodges attracting more anger from him, who turns around earning a right hook from my girl.
He roars furiously, wiping the line of blood from his mouth and she doesn't close her smile, when he lunges at her again, receives a string of punches I'm shocked by the amount of pain she endures, the skin between her fingers opening with each blow.
It seems that she takes from the pain the strength to fight back, in this exchange the asshole grabs her again by the neck bringing their faces closer, furious scream.
He smiles victoriously.
When he opens his mouth, my little one headbutts him hard in the face, the sound of bone breaking filling the room.
His blood runs down her forehead, which she wipes with her right hand.
“You should have killed me the first time, Vincenzo. – Speak calmly – Now your arrogance will bring you down, you should be armed instead of trusting your men.
With that, he looks in the direction he'd sent his men, frowning. He steps forward once more to hit her, at which point Hunter appears hitting his head from behind with a club.
The man fell to the ground unconscious.
I feel the hands loosening the ropes, Giacomo appears in front of me, helping to lift my body, next to Theo helps Tip and further on I suppose I'm the last brother talking to my little one and the other.
As we approach, I take the opportunity to kick the body to the ground, drawing a laugh from them.
"I want to kill this asshole." - Tip speaks furiously.
“We have a better fate for him. – Hunter responds.
— I hope to involve a lot of torture, I've been wanting to practice for a long time. - She opens her smile even more looking into my eyes and I'm sure that yes, we will have a lot of fun with him.
— Let's talk later, I want to take my man home. - I feel my heart missing a few beats with that sentence.
She takes her brother's place, supporting my body next to hers, the feel of her skin so close to mine is perfect.
I get a tap on the shoulder, stop looking at the brunette with long hair.
“Welcome to the Costello family. -Speak - If you hurt my sister I'll kill you. - She closes her face showing the seriousness of the threat, the little one next to me shakes her head. “I'm the cutest brother, Jackson.
“Nice to meet you, Dragon,” I reply, ignoring his sudden mood swing.
— Per Dio, Diana. – He talks while we walk helping the other brother to drag the body by the feet. - So many men in the world and you get me one named Dragon.
I stop in place being pulled by the little girl who laughs beside me, without any ceremony.
“You should start thinking about your marriage, Fratello. - She says, making him frown automatically.
As the others chuckle softly, which seems to be an inside joke between them. Outside the sun is not so high, indicating late afternoon.
My eyes burn at first, I can't open my left eye properly, I notice some recruits from the club outside.
“They haven't come back yet, but they'll do the intercept today. -You seem to read my mind as you answer, opening the door to the Escalade.
I got in pulling her to feel my little one on my lap, she rests her head on my shoulder letting out a sigh. I feel the panic fading, the fear of losing my girl was overwhelming.
I crack a smile against her happy hair from what she said.
Soon fatigue takes over, leading to better headrest on the back of the car.
I wake up with his little fingers running through my beard, his gaze warms everything inside my body, I open a smile.
— Let's go downstairs, you need to eat and rest. - Speak in a tone of order.
“Are you bossing me around? I ask, holding back a laugh as she shrugs.
“You were the one who offered to be mine. - He replied getting off my lap.
She opens the car door and waits outside, when I get out she puts her arm around my waist. I like it so much that I pretend to even limp a little to get your help walking into the club, some members in black crying on the couch.
— Upstairs I tell. - Speak without letting it stop.
We climb the stairs slowly into the fourth-floor lobby, Theo is helping Tip onto the couch, while my sister-in-law looks ready to clean their wounds with a first-aid kit.
When I put my foot on the stairs she looks at us smiling, blinking an eye as I shake my head towards her sister intent on helping me, I wave at her.
If I didn't want my little beast's attention, I'd already be inside the loft, I just want to enjoy the moment.
She opens the Loft door, helping me sit on the bed and comes back closing the door, walking around the room as if she owns the place, she also owns my heart.
He comes towards me with a glass of juice, in the other hand an ice pack placed on the left side, he moves away just enough so that he can drink the juice.
Then he passes the compress to the other side lifting my hand to hold, taking the glass and returning with a first aid kit, begins to clean the wounds on the left side numb by the ice.
I smile with her care in return, she opens a small smile, when she feels satisfied with her work, she takes the compress, the firm steps returning to enter the bathroom, I hear the sound of the whirlpool jets.
She comes back, carefully removing my shirt, tugging on her boots, so attentive she doesn't even look like the hateful woman hitting the Italian.
We go to the bathroom, she reaches down to unzip my pants, eyeing me suspiciously as my cock jumps hard in anticipation.
“You fake a lot of sick well-being. - Her voice comes out soft, looking at me from below.
As she gets up, she passes the tip of her tongue on the protruding head, I let out a sigh, as she pushes me into the hydro, she takes off her clothes, increasing my desire to destroy that son of a bitch, with the purple marks on his abdomen staining the skin soft.