Page 107 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
"Michele, no more," Porter whispered. "Do the right thing for once in your life and let us go. You and my dad don't need any more prisoners or money. Let us go home."
"Your home is with your family."
Michele closed the space between them and Porter saw it coming. The man's fist came for his face, but he ducked and shoved his shoulder into Michele's stomach. Michele wheeled back, laughing as he shot forward again. This time, he dug his hand into Porter's hair, nails scraping against his scalp but Porter was quick to drive up his knee and slam it into his balls.
Porter wasn't going back. There was no way in hell he would survive another day locked in that prison that sucked the soul from his body every second he was there. Fear filled him, but that was normal when he faced Michele. What helped was a greater fear for Jaygen. If they sold him, Porter would never see him again. This way, if he failed, at least the rest of his guys would save the tiger and get him the hell out of there.
He raced toward Michele and his fist smashed into the man's nose. Clearly, he had already been injured there because it looked ugly, bruised, and swollen. Michele yelled, dropping to his knees as Porter laughed.Finally.It had taken him so long to give the bastard what he deserved and he wanted to go so much further.
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him!
Porter's bloodlust raged as he brought his fist down on the man's nose once more as Michele tried to get up from the ground. He couldn't stop thinking about how satisfying it would be to beat Michele to death, to feel the life leave his body while he choked on his own blood. Porter knew, without a doubt, he had done awful things to Jaygen and the man needed to pay.
"You little bitch." Michele spat blood onto the floor. "No one's going to stop me the next time I get on top of you. Especially your dad. He'll fucking watch."
Like hell you’ll do that.
Porter needed to get away from Michele once and for all, but his body reacted to the man in the worst way. Everything just shut the hell down. Jaygen roared, pulling Porter from his frozen state. He glanced at Jaygen and his heart sped up, the fire reignited as the tiger clawed at the bars. Yes, his life had gotten so much better since he'd become a host and met his men. Porter didn't have to be terrified of Michele anymore.
"You won't touch me again!" Porter yelled.
Michele lunged at him and Porter blocked his fist with his arm. Pain shot through his bones, but he didn't go down. Instead, he shoved his foot into Michele's stomach and sent him stumbling back. The man had taught him everything he knew and Porter would use that against him.
Everytime Michele came for him, Porter dodged and hit him back. He just needed to land a good hit on him, drop him for good, but that was easier said than done. Michele was a man that didn't back down and he was terrifying. He tried to avoid a hit, but Michele punched him in the jaw and Porter dropped like a sack of bricks.
"Shit," Michele spat onto the floor and stood over him. "Say goodbye to your boyfriend. It's the last time you'll see him."
Porter's stomach churned. He tried to roll over, but Michele stepped on his stomach hard and pinned him to the floor. He glanced at Jaygen and Porter gasped, reaching his hand out toward him. So close. He had been so fucking close.
The room spun as Michele stomped on Porter's stomach and made it cramp. He rolled over and puked before Michele reached down and grabbed a chunk of his dark locks. All Porter could do was let himself be dragged to his feet as he trembled.
"Your dad is going to be happy to see you," Michele mused. "Let's go say hi to him."
Porter tried to fight, but the moment he did Michele hit him again. The world spun before the edges of his vision turned dark. He'd messed up saving the man he loved and now he was never going to see any of them again.
Cyrus, Ozni, Jaygen, Foi, Arden, Amy. There was no way back to them. Porter could see his miserable life flashing before his eyes while the men he cared for were hunted, tortured, and killed.
There was no way out. No one escaped from Gabriel Manetti.
“Fuck this I’m done waiting,”Foi growled.
“Foi,” Cyrus started, but the wolf wasn’t listening.
They’d waited for Amy or Porter to resurface long enough. He’d let Porter do what he wanted because the human knew his family's ways. And maybe it was foolish, but Foi knew Porter was capable regardless of being human. But he wasn’t someone who just sat around and waited; his wolf was going insane, clawing at him to get their pack and make sure each of them was safe.
“Arden, are you in?” He knew the dragon stayed out of anything that could draw eyes to the supernatural community, but if they had a dragon, a rare breed, on their side, then there was no doubt in Foi’s mind they’d all make it out alive.
Arden’s lips dipped in a frown, and he glanced around before he nodded. “Remember to keep a low profile. These people may be the underground filth of the human world but they are still humans.”
Foi didn’t say anything back; there was no way in hell he would hold back against anyone who stood in his way. He’d gladly accept war with humanity if it meant having the men he loved safe. Fuck the world it could all burn to hell.
“Ozni, stay close. Two nights in a row around blood will have you spiraling,” Arden said.
“I can handle it,” Ozni said. His voice was full of confidence Foi had wanted to hear from the daywalker for years.
Just as they were about to walk in further, four guards appeared. Shit, luck was never on Foi’s side. Cyrus moved past them and toward the guards. His pheromones were so thick in the air, it coated Foi’s tongue like a sweet syrup.
“Oh god,” one of the guards moaned out as he fell to his knees.
