Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(40)

This time, it’s Beth who calms me. Her hand cups the side of my neck and her thumb grazes over the vein and pulse point.

“Let’s go, Jan,” Beast says when she doesn’t respond with anything but looks of hate. She jerks away from him, pulling away so hard she nearly falls. She staggers and finally steadies herself.

“Fuck that. I don’t want you around me. If I have to look at your f*cking face again, I’m going to scream. I was only getting you off because you were giving me money and shit. I can’t stand to look at you. You’re always touching me, wanting to f*ck. It makes me sick. You make me sick. You’re a weak-ass little boy. I couldn’t even stand the smell of your breath if it wasn’t for the money you give me!”

“Jan, let’s go back downstairs. Annabelle—”

“Annabelle isn’t even yours! You didn’t even know! You’re so stupid you didn’t even realize I was f*cking your brother every time your dumb ass wasn’t around!”

“Jan!”

“Sometimes he f*cked me when you were there. Didn’t know that, did you? You’d be in there watching your football games and your brother would be in the bathroom f*cking me against the wall and getting me off in ways you can never f*cking manage! He’s Annabelle’s dad! Not you! You should have been the one to die in that f*cking prison riot. You. Not him! Terry was more of a man than you’ll ever be!”

Beast lets off a guttural scream that sounds like it’s torn from his very soul—and it probably is. Beth hides her face into my neck and I can’t blame her. I wish I wasn’t here to witness my brother’s misery. Someone needs to pinch that bitch’s neck. Beast slams his fist into the wall mere centimeters from Jan’s head. I think that might have sobered the woman up because she suddenly seems to be smart enough to look scared. She should be. Beast is one of the most controlled people that I’ve ever met. My brother is f*cking raw right now, and after the news he just got, who knows how in the f*ck he will react.

“Get this f*cking bitch out of my sight before I kill her!” Beast screams. I motion over to Sabre, who grabs Jan and drags her off, though she’s obviously not fighting that hard. I think it’s finally hit her what the f*ck she just did. Beast yells again and slams his fist right back into the wall.

“Brother,” Torch says. Beast turns around to look at him, and the look in my man’s eyes nearly guts me.

“Annabelle is mine,” he growls. “She’s mine. I’d know if she wasn’t.” But he’s not looking at Torch; he’s looking at me.

“I know she is,” I respond. “Anyone who’s seen that little girl knows she’s yours, Beast.” I’m not talking about biologically because, knowing that lying cunt, this was the one time she was telling the truth. Regardless, Beast is her dad in all the ways that count. He’s been both mom and dad to that little girl.

“She’s mine, Boss. I don’t give a f*ck what that bitch said. She’s mine. She was just drunk.”

“I know.”

“I got to get out for a while. I can’t be here. I can’t be around her right now,” Beast growls slamming his fist back into the wall. The good news about that is, instead of three separate holes, there’s just one big one.

“Torch, you and K-Rex go with him. Stay with him. Watch his back and your own.”

They get up and follow Beast out the door. The room stays silent for a few minutes.

“I hate her,” Beth whispers.

“We all do,” Pistol grunts, and for the first time in forever I’m in perfect agreement with the bastard.





My life has been f*cked up for over four years. I got between that bitch’s legs one night without using a condom, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. The men bitched at me all the time. They thought I was being *-whipped, but that wasn’t it. I wasn’t like them; talking to women didn’t come easy for me.

Shit. Talking to people in general f*cked me up.

I doubt I would’ve ever been a member if I hadn’t grown up with Skull. He’s a brother, the closest I’ve ever had to one. The only constant in my life was Skull’s madre, Maria. None of the others know that. That secret is mine and Skull’s and, as far as I’m concerned, not one f*cker will ever know it. My old man was loaded. He had more money than God. What he didn’t have was time for me or my mother. Then again, my mother was a miserable drunk who only had time for her tennis instructor—and she didn’t know how to play tennis, not even a little bit.

Skull’s mother Maria lived in the adjoining coach house with Skull and, though she cooked and cleaned in our home, it was that small coach house I remember as the only home I’ve ever had. When my father died of an unexpected heart attack, I didn’t grieve for him. My mother and her lover ran off together leaving me with Maria, and I f*cking rejoiced. When I turned twenty-one, the only contact I had with my mother was when I got my trust. She had burned through her money and wanted mine. I had no use for the money. She dropped my half-brother Terry in my lap saying she had to have a way to support him. I took Terry in, but I spat on her and walked away. I never liked Terry, but I tried. He was a miserable son of a bitch, and if what Jan said was true, I should have given up on him way before I did.

The only smart thing I’ve apparently done in my life was give my money to Maria and Skull. We used it to fight the cancer and make sure Maria was comfortable. When Skull’s uncle came into the picture and Skull decided to become a prospect to Devil’s Blaze, I followed him. It wasn’t because I wanted to be part of the club so much; rather, I couldn’t imagine not having Skull beside me. He was all I had left. Maybe it’s my f*cked-up past, but if you don’t get close to people, they can’t f*cking hurt you. They don’t get the chance to. Women were too much effort. So besides the occasional f*ck, I didn’t bother with them.