It’s bad enough, Omar seems to think I belong to him and seems to think he’ll get me. Why do men think that way? That they can own women as if they’re possessions.
We’re not slaves. We’re people with the same rights as everyone else but for some reason men like him and those of the Supreme Masters think they can own a woman and force them into doing whatever the hell they want them to do. I, for one, don’t want that to happen.
Maybe that’s why I’m so willing to trust Isaac because I know he won’t do something like that.
“Everything set up?” Isaac asks, breaking through my thoughts with a squeeze of reassurance.
I lift my head to see his face, he glances at me briefly and gives me a quick kiss to my forehead.
“Yeah, we’re not about to let any more shit happen,” the one named Hades states as he steps forward. “This shit has to end. The clubs have already dealt with enough shit. Y’all’s and ours. We need a motherfuckin’ break.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, feeling myself starting to tremble at the baritone of Hades’ booming voice as he finishes speaking.
“Amaya, it’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid of these guys. They’re my brothers and would never hurt you. In fact, Burner and Hades have ol’ ladies who can relate to you more than you can imagine,” Isaac says soothingly.
I nod my head though I didn’t really want to.
“Why don’t you go into the kitchen and make some coffee for everyone?” he suggests, and I agree without hesitation.
It sucks being scared of the men in the house who Isaac trusts but I can’t help it, I am who I am because of the life I’ve lived. There’s no way I can help it. As much as I want to be in Isaac’s life maybe I’m not cut out for it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Venom
“What the hell is that shit?” K-9 mutters, his gaze on the doorway to the kitchen where I’d sent Amaya to fix some coffee for all of us.
I didn’t think she’d be freaked by having them here but maybe it’s due to the small space that has her scared.
“Amaya’s history isn’t an easy one and it’s not filled with rainbows and flowers,” I sigh with a shake of my head.
“I don’t think any of the ol’ ladies have been rainbows and flowers,” Burner grumbles.
“Yeah, definitely not at our club,” Hades grunts.
“So, what’s the word?” I ask, changing the subject to the task at hand.
“We’ve got men surrounding the outside of the house, no way she’ll be missed pulling in. We bag, tag, and get her the hell to Trevor’s fucked up prison. There’re also men who stayed at the clubhouse. Evidently, that chick you all have been watching over is freaking the hell out and crying. She’s scared of anyone coming near her,” Red says finally speaking up.
“That’s Fuse’s ol’ lady,” I say with a nod.
“You sure about that? Does he know?” K-9 mutters with a quirk of his brow.
“We’ve told Chains and asked him to give us a few months to help her heal. She’s been sedated for the most part, so her body has a chance to heal,” I say with a shrug. “I figure once this shit is done, they’ll give Chains the go ahead to let Fuse come up here and take her home.”
“Shit, I’d be fuckin’ livid if that was my ol’ lady and you kept her from me?” Hades growls. “I overheard Emerson’s conversation the other day about the whole fucked up situation. How Fuse is goin’ ape shit over Lyrica being taken. He’s blaming himself for it.”
“I get it, but you haven’t seen the state she was found in. You think he wants to see her knocked up with a kid that’s not his. No, in one of the calm moments where she’d spoken to one of the ol’ ladies, she’s wanting to give the baby away she didn’t want to kill it. I think that’s one of the things fuckin’ with her head. She’s havin’ a hard time with the fact she’s carrying another man’s child. Victoria and Tracker are going to take the baby as their own since they can’t have any more kids,” I say, informing them of some shit that not many people know. I wouldn’t have said anything at all if I didn’t trust them to keep their mouths shut about it.
“Fuck. How much longer does she have?” Red mutters.
“I’m guessing it should be anytime now, she was already showing when we found her and that was almost four months ago,” I say, cringing at the thought of what the woman had to endure. Shit, what that kid must have endured growing inside her.
Nodding, the four of them remain silent.
Amaya comes back in the room only to let us know coffee is ready and heads back in there.
Sighing, I try to get my head in the game. This shit isn’t gonna be easy and I need to focus.
Four fuckin’ hours of waiting and my phone finally rings.
I swipe my finger across the screen and pull it up to my ear. “Hello.”
“Isaac?” Emilia asks sweetly. I close my eyes and shake my head before opening them and landing my gaze on Amaya. This is the part I need her to trust me with.
“Yeah, baby, where are you?” I ask softly, my chest aching at the hurt in Amaya’s eyes.
“I’m in Virginia. I got a message from someone saying you were with Amaya and I know that can’t be true. It just can’t be. But I need you. She has our son and I need your help getting him back,” she says with a hitch in her voice.
“If you’re in Virginia then come to me, the message wasn’t wrong, I’m with Amaya. She’s here with me now. So is our boy. He’s beautiful, baby, you did
