Bella (A Sagatori family saga-A Mafia Romance Book 6) by Kimberly Blalock

Bella
    “Jax?”
    “Bella.”
    My father? I shook my head. “My father is dead.” I glared at her speaking more to myself than anyone. “How the hell could you be working for my father?” I snapped my head toward her throwing a raised brow.
    Who did she think she was fucking with? I was angry, feral, and out for blood. How dare she say anything about my deceased father?
    “Bella—” Jax’s arm swept around my waist as he attempted at pulling me away. I jerked forward my eyes falling from her eyes as I realized I’d stepped into Rebecca’s face. I hovered over her while gripping the arms of the chair while also still clinging the gun I’d stolen from Wyatt. “She’s not worth it.”
    I then let Jax move my body away only because I needed to remain calm if I was going to put all of these pieces together. Why would she say she was working for my father? What was her angle?
    “Well well. I see your little kitty is off her leash.” Her brow rose as she shook her head. “But I don’t suppose you let her out of her little cage often—” Her attention turned toward me then. “—Am I right, Bella?” She continued on a laugh at my expense no doubt.
    I drew in a deep breath collecting my thoughts and a semblance of my sanity, but I was still fully intended to kill this bitch. I turned my attention toward Sam who’d been standing next to Dominic watching, and with a nod he stepped closer one foot at a time.
    Jax searched from Sam, Rebecca, and lastly me. His face was hard. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Jax asked Sam. While Sam was a dick on every possible level and trust me, I knew what I was talking about, I knew that she had been with him. I also knew I had leverage that no one, including Jax, had known about. I called in a favor with sharpness even my father wouldn’t have objected to.
    You see, I knew Sam’s biggest secret. A secret I would take with me to the grave.
    I drew in a deep breath and straightened my stance risking a glance to nearly everyone in the room. Quickly,I realized I had let her affect me. Jax wouldn’t have done that, my fathe r wouldn’ t have done that, so why was I— someone who’d been so determined to be respected—someone who swore I could run this family get so caught up in the center of her drama and let it affect me. I didn’t need that. I was raised by a man, had one female best friend\, and a few other girlfriends, but never that close. Men raised me, and I’d seen how a leader was supposed to respond to this sort of thing. She thought she was in control. I needed to show her that I was in control— no one BUT me.
    My hand sagged with the heaviness of the metal that I gripped into the palm of my hand. I allowed my attention to fall on the spots that were scratched and wore down. Seeing the indentation on the old gun a breath left my lungs. My eyes rested upon the indentation I was certain a finger had rested upon many times prior. The scuffed marks never caused the metal to stand down because it felt weak. The gun was still powerful and held its own, despite the weak outer appearance. In all honesty, I wanted to kill her right there. But is that what a leader would do? Why did I want to kill her so badly? Jealousy? Perhaps, but I wouldn’t let that get in my way. She was holding something over Jax’s head. I needed to know what that was.
    Jax remained at my side as he watched with regret in his eyes. The cock of his brow seemed to hide it. The watchful eye, however, told a different story, a story I was all too familiar with.
    A few moments passed since she’d last spoken. She watched me then moved her attention toward Jax and Sam, but she didn’t seem affected by Sam’s presence in the slightest which I thought odd. When Jax told the story of Rebecca and Sam it felt as if she loved Sam or maybe I’d made that up in my own mind. After all, why on earth would someone cheat on Jax if they weren’t forced into it by emotion? I couldn’t fathom the