Page 44 of Bittersweet Endings
Because when I came back? I wouldn’t be walking away without her. My little doll was mine, and I’d make sure everyone knew it.
JP practically skipped out of the room as my men corralled around me. And we settled at the bar, asoldatoimmediately handing me a drink. I tossed it back. The liquor burned the cut on my lip, but I barely noticed. Too focused on trying to calm myself before I went to Octavia. Before I took her out of here.
A sudden commotion had us turning around. It took a second to understand what was happening. A brunette was in the center of Lucky’s men. They were trying to separate her and someone else. I slammed my glass onto the ground, moving towards the crowd.
Matteo was already on his feet and calling out, “Lucky!”
I’d already seen him. Peiro.
“I want that motherfucker,” I hissed. My men mixed withhers as we approached. “Fuck. Too many eyes.” Pulling my Glock from my back, I dipped into the shadows, behind the crowd of video phones, and fired one round into the ceiling.
Cameras dropped and screams riddled the air while a stream of partygoers made a mad dash for the exit.
Dropping to my haunches, I braced for a fight. Octavia was struggling against her guard, screaming at Peiro with a finger raised. Diego had already sidled through his guards and wrapped an arm around the fucker’s neck. Matteo and Lorenzo were taking his men down, one after another.
My men had circled hers, and they were slowly losing their control. Crowds of people were screaming and fighting to get to the exit. Creating pure mayhem as they slammed into the quarrel happening off to the side.
Elbowing an asshole in the face, I stumbled into Rocco. The madness in his gaze matched my own. We shared a nod and charged forward, taking down any motherfucker in our way.
As much as I wanted to kill them all, I wasn’t my father. I needed to calculate this correctly. I’d take my time with him; he didn’t deserve a bullet between the eyes. It was far too easy for that son of a bitch.
“The fuck are you doing?” I grabbed Octavia’s arm, and she fought against me.
A rabid beast was in my grip. Her blank, dead eyes were a million miles away. They were reminiscent of the many times she’d shut down in captivity. Throttled back to her past, her once weakened psyche was gone.
And she was goddamn angry.
Her father’ssoldatoswere slowly gaining control of the rest of the room. The mother, sister, and sister-in-law were already gone, no doubt on their way to the compound. Once more, Octavia seemed to be an afterthought. Something told me themen probably thought she was already in the car. That she was hiding.
As I watched her lose her mind, I smiled. They had no clue as to what the real Octavia was made of. If I let her loose, she’d go absolutely nuts. The problem was, she was going to get herself hurt.
“Fuck this.” I tossed her over a shoulder while Rocco barked at me to let her go.
It was too late. My men flanked me and ushered us out to the waiting car, clearing any additional problems. Because the wildcat flailing in my arms was enough of a problem.
“My, my, my. A short time with me and all those manners daddy beat into you are gone.” I tried pinning her arms down before grabbing her palm and shoving against my erection. “You’re making my dick hard, Octavia.”
That gave her pause. The intake of breath and hooded eyes told me how this wouldneverend. Not between us.
“Boss, we got an issue.” Diego leaned over the seat, smirking at Octavia, who was fighting me again. “He got away.”
Octavia and I both paused, fear filling her as anger consumed me. I punched the window and cursed my men left and right. Then moved on to barking all the shit I was going to do to that motherfucker.
“Where am I going?” AJ asked from the driver’s seat.
Octavia went rigid, as if just noticing him. Then she leaned forward and slapped the back of his head. Spitting at him for not leaving the city when she warned him. Asking him if he wanted to get killed by her family.
He scoffed, “Had no clue you thought so little of me.”
She shook her head, unable to hold back her smile.
“Enough. We’re going to the hotel,” I grunted.
“No, we’re not.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not going to be locked down in a suite with your fake little whore.”
“I only have one little whore. And she’s my dirty little whore. So dirty she fucked me in a bathroom while bent over a sink.” I smacked my lips. “You still taste as delicious as I remember.”
Octavia slapped me across the face. I caught her wrist when she tried a second time.
