Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(17)

You love being with Bridget more.

Shutting off the thought, he made his way down to find King and Payne talking to each other. They looked up at him and smirked.

“You look like you’ve been happily fucked.”

“I have and then some.”

“Who thought stepsisters could be so damn insatiable,” King said.

“Stop calling her that.”

King flipped him off and grinned.

“Insatiable is a pretty big word for you. I didn’t know you could fucking read.”

King burst out laughing. “It’s one of those many traits I like to keep to myself.” King blew him a kiss, and Beast sat back after grabbing one of the beer bottles, taking a sip, but grinning.

“She said anything?” Payne asked, nodding his head up toward the main rooms.

“Not much. She got led down the wrong path, didn’t have a clue she was involved with some bad shit.”

“You believe her?”

“I’ve not got a reason not to believe her.” Bridget had never lied to him before.

“You really think a woman could be so stupid as to get engaged to a man without knowing what the fuck she was getting into?” Payne asked.

Beast snorted. “Bridget is the kind of person who’ll try to find the good in everyone. She’s the kind of person who knows bad shit goes on in the world, but she’s never actually seen it, until now.” Beast shrugged. “I believe her, and she’s come to us.”

“You’ve got to consider that fact she might be trying to set us up.”

Beast shook his head. “No fucking way she’d betray me. We’re nowhere near Rodriguez’s radar. If we were, he’d know she’d come hunting for us,” Beast said.

“What about your parents?” Payne asked.

“What?”

“Rodriguez will go after her family. He’s known for taking out the entire line. You better call your parents and tell them to get the hell out of dodge.”

Cursing, Beast stood, moved away from the table, and left of the clubhouse. Hours of being in Bridget’s company, and he was fucking up. He should have called their parents straight away instead of risking their lives.

Pulling his cell phone out of his pocket, he didn’t give a thought to the time, and dialed his father’s number.

It took several rings before his father finally answered.

“Fuck, Beast, do you know what time it is?” his father asked.

“I’ve not got time to make nice. You need to get you and Sheila out of there now.”

He heard some rustling around and Sheila waking up. “What is it, Dan?”

“What have you done?” Dan, his father, asked.

“Believe it or not, this isn’t about me. It’s about Bridge.”

“Bridget? What?”

“She’s in trouble, the bad kind. The worst kind of trouble.” Beast had always thought his association with the club would have risked his family, when in fact it was Bridget causing more trouble, even if she hadn’t know it at the time. She could get them all killed, but he’d go down fighting for her in an instant. Rodriguez wouldn’t allow her to live, and the club was about to take on one of the biggest fucking mafia guys in the city.

“What the fuck has happened?”

Beast spent five minutes explaining everything.

“Fuck! I asked about him, and she told me not to worry. He was just some businessman, she said. I should have known. I should have checked him out.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“Do you want to send Bridget to me? I can take care of her.”

His father was ex-military with a high standing within his field. “I can take care of her.”

“You told me you couldn’t stand her, yet you’re going to take care of her?”

Beast gritted his teeth and counted to ten. “I care about her, Dad. I’ll handle it. The club will protect her, too.”

“Fine. Keep in touch. I want to know everything that’s happening, when and where.”

“Leave the house, and let me know when you’re safe.”

They hung up, and Beast stared up at the dark sky. Fuck, everything was going to go to shit. He knew it, and everyone else knew it was going to. They were only waiting for it to happen.

“Beast?”

The sound of Bridget’s voice had him turning toward her. “Hey, baby. You doing okay?”

“I’m fine. You were gone.”

“I had to call our family. We can’t let them handle our problems. How did you get out?”

“You left a spare key above the door.” Her cheeks heated, and he couldn’t help but admire her curves. She’d pulled on his shirt, and even though it went down to her knees, he couldn’t help but get excited. Bridget was all hips, fat tits, and curves. She made his dick ache to be back inside her. She wore a pair of his boxer briefs as well.

“Come on, let’s go and meet Payne.”

“Payne?”

“My Prez, and one of the guys you want to protect you.” He took hold of her hand, and they made their way inside. King and Payne were exactly where he’d left them, only they were watching a club whore across the room who was stripping for their entertainment. Taking the seat opposite them, Beast didn’t mind interrupting their view.