Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(31)

“Got it, Boss.”

I grab Beth by the arm and look at her. “Who’s the motherf*cker that helped you get out of here?”

“Skull…”

“Names, Beth,” I warn her, at the end of my rope.

“I promised I wouldn’t—”

“I think you’ve kept enough f*cking secrets from me. Give me the names. Now.”

“Marker.”

“Torch, chain his ass up,” I order over my shoulder. “Who else?”

“Skull, I think this is something we should discuss in private,” she pleads, her face pale.

“The time to discuss shit with me privately would have been before everything went to hell. Now you just f*cking tell me. One more time, Beth. Who the f*ck helped get you out of here?”

“The bathroom window was unlocked, really. I mean, I could have just got out on my own.”

She looks down at her hands as she answers. She looks nervously over at Beast. It clicks into place.

“Beast?” I ask. Beth looks up, stricken with fear.

“No, Skull! It wasn’t Beast! He even stopped me in the hall to make sure I was alright! I lied to him, I swear! He’d never betray you.”

“Beast?” I prompt again, ignoring Beth. My hand is so tight on her upper arm that I know it will cause a bruise. That’s good. She needs to remember the f*cking stunt she pulled today. She needs to remember what happens when she keeps secrets from me.

“Yeah, Boss?”

“Your old lady. Was she around when Beth escaped?”

“Jan?” Beast asks and then I see it hit him in the face. His old lady is a bitch and, I’m pretty sure, a f*cking cokehead. I’m tired of seeing my man keep blinders on his eyes.

“Fuck, Boss…”

“Beast,” Beth tries to interject. Beast gives her a f*cking look that most men would shrink from, then turns away from her.

“You lock your old lady down. Got me, Beast?”

“I’ll get it taken care of, Boss.”

“Get moving, boys. I know the Donahues aren’t going to wait until we’re ready to attack.”

Everyone moves out, leaving me and Beth alone.

“Skull, please, just let me explain,” she begs.

I ignore her, throw her over my shoulder, then walk her through the club and back to my room without stopping to acknowledge anyone else.

I throw her on the bed. “Skull,” she says as she bounces on the mattress.

“What the f*ck were you thinking, Beth? How could you not tell me that Colin and Matthew were your f*cking family? Or that Colin wants to stick his f*cking dick in you? Don’t you think that’s something I need to know?”

“No. I mean, you said you’d grow tired of me. I thought I’d be long gone before—”

“Were you always planning on f*cking leaving?”

She flushes guiltily and betrayal dropkicks me. Fuck.

“Skull, it wasn’t because of you. I just knew I couldn’t stay here because of Colin. I had to leave.”

“So you were planning on leaving me today regardless? You weren’t even going to f*cking tell me?”

“You’re the one who said you’d grow tired of me! Remember? What are you getting so upset about?”

“When were you leaving me, Beth? When?”

“Tomorrow. I couldn’t stay knowing Colin might take it out on you.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me. Right, Beth? Be f*cking honest for once, since it appears you haven’t been from the beginning. You weren’t going to tell me a f*cking thing. You were just going to disappear.”

“Yes.”

“You’re locked in this f*cking room. You manage to get some other bitch to help you, I’ll make you sorry and I’ll kill the motherf*cker who helped you. Do not test me, Beth.”

“Skull, if you just let me go—”

“I’m not f*cking letting you go. Don’t you get it yet, Beth? You’re mine. I’ve claimed your lying ass and I’m keeping it. You’re never getting away.”

“You can’t just keep me here like a prisoner!”

“The f*ck I can’t. Just watch me, querida. Just f*cking watch me,” I growl and slam the door.

I stomp back out to the club. It’s been deserted by all except Latch. Before he can make it to the room where we have Church, I stop him.

“Latch, you’re on duty with Beth. You go in that f*cking room. You do not let her so much as take one step off the bed. She doesn’t go to the f*cking bathroom, she doesn’t f*cking do anything but breathe. You got me?”

“Got it.”

“Good. I’ll be back after Church. Sabre can catch you up.”

He acknowledges the command and heads back to my room. I take a deep breath. When that doesn’t calm me down, I plant my fist through the f*cking wall. The sheetrock caves with the force of my hit and the pain hurts like a son of a bitch. I don’t feel one bit better either. She was going to f*cking leave me and I never would have known. Colin would have gotten his hands on her and destroyed her. I slam my fist into the wall again, ignoring my bruised and bloodied knuckles. I feel like I could pound the f*cking wall for days and I’d still be pissed off.