Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)(6)

" You really mean that, don't you." not a question. Just firm belief. I watch as she slowly lifts her head. The most beautiful smile I have ever seen was stretched across her face. Something aches deep in my chest.

" Shit sweetheart. Of course, I fucking mean it. Like I said before, I don't say it unless I fucking mean it." I will my voice to be gentle. I want my honesty to show through.

I want this chick to open up to me. I want to crack through her exterior and exam all those secrets I'm sure she's hiding behind those big blue eyes.

Her smile gets bigger and her eyes grow warmer. " What can I get for you all." Alice asks. I order us both a coke. Normally I get a beer. " Alice, can we get beers not cokes?" Emilia's sweet voice rings out startling me.

" Of course, doll. What would you like?" Alice winks at me and mouths she's a keeper. Before turning her attention to back to Emilia.

" Michelob light for me. And whatever Beau usually orders please." Emilia looks at me when she says the last part.

I felt slight heat graze my cheeks. Blushing, I'm fucking blushing. Emilia's eyes light up and she smiles big. Reaching for the menu I quickly hide behind it like I’m fourteen and she’s my first crush.





Chapter 3


Jaxson



After years of searching for her, we finally located our missing sister. Emilia was stolen when she was just two months old. Along with most of the girls. In one night, we lost most of our future.

Our parents searched for years. They tortured, murdered, threatened, and bribed. To no avail.

Emilia was gone. Devastation was a dark shadow that followed our families.



We all hoped one day to find her, and we never stopped looking. Not even after our parents were murdered. My brother and I were surprised when two years ago, she walked into the lobby of our law firm. Not much surprises us.

But seeing her face. The face that looked so much like our long dead mother. It was like time stood still. She looked almost identical to mom when she was in her twenty’s.

I called in Jason and we watched the footage together in utter amazement and shock. The girl we have been searching for our whole life just walked into our firm. Looking for a job.



She filled out the application that I barely looked at. I was going to comb through that application and figure the fuck out what happened. Where has she been all this time? Who took her? Why? So many questions.



We hired her on the spot. Her determination to prove herself earned my respect. Telling her we were her family should have happened right away or at least after the DNA test we conducted came back positive. But we didn’t.



Two years later and still we remained silent.

Watching her. Digging into her past. Just thinking about what we’ve found so far has the hair on my neck standing up and my fist clenching in anger.



Foster care. Fucking foster care. She should have grown up with the best. Instead, she grew up in middle class homes and more than one. Fuck more than ten.



I’ve had men watching all the family’s she was placed with. I have others looking into their finances. It took forever to locate the file containing all the family’s. Took even longer to locate all their files.

We're still pouring over them and trying to locate all the kids that passed through their house’s. Hoping some of those kids were the missing. Guaranteeing she was untouched by the darkness that has plagued the childhoods of too many.



We wanted to know everything. Whom they knew, what they ate, their secret desires. Those mother fuckers had better have kept their hands to themselves. The things I’ll do to them if there’s even a hint of them touching her in any way other than a parental loving way.



Whoever took the kids covered their tracks well. But being a mob boss has its perks. We lived by a different set of rules. I know the irony of it all.

Us being lawyers and criminals. Not just any criminal though. Mob bosses. Jason my younger brother is my second. And Emilia she’s a mob princess. She should have been revered and cherished. Not scared and alone.

The man we had watching her seemed to have misplaced her. Emilia has disappeared again. Two weeks ago, she just up and left. She just didn’t show up to work one day. Emilia has never missed a day of work. Not in the two years she worked for us.



We’ve been tracking her as she jumps from place to place. Whenever we get close she disappears again. She’s running from something. I’m not sure if it’s her past or something in the present. Fuck we still haven’t figured out if she was dating anyone. At this point, whatever or whoever has her running the moment we figure it out, there will be a day of reckoning. Death and destruction will follow in our wake

Tonight, Jason and I have set a meeting with the captains. Emilia’s identity was being outed tonight. The minute it becomes known a target will be placed on her back. This is a double edge sword. My men, knowing who she really is will make locating her a top priority. Not that she’s not.



As soon as her stasis in the family is shared every man will lay down their life for hers. Honestly, this should have been shared in the beginning. Every member of the family should have known who and what she was. Trust was key in the family, but whoever took her, whoever took the children was still out there.