Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(18)

“Fucker, why are you spoiling our show?” King asked.

“This is Bridget,” Beast said, pointing at his woman—yeah, his woman—and tugging her onto his lap. He didn’t want any bitches trying to invade his space. Before Bridget came along, he was happy to use pussy as if it didn’t mean anything except something to pass the time. Now, he had a woman for his dick.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Bridget said.

Damn, she was going to get eaten alive. He should have never have let her go when they were younger.





Chapter Thirteen




“I know you’ve told Beast all sorts of shit concerning Rafe, but I need you to tell us every little detail you can,” King said. He leaned back, his arm outstretched on the arm of the chair, and his focus on the woman. Truth was he never understood how a guy could get hung up on some pussy. They were just that ... a hole to help ease a need. And as fucked up as that sounded, he didn’t mince his words. He didn’t try and sugar coat shit. Life was too short and ugly, being honest with everyone, and true to himself, was the only way King lived.

The whole club was standing around the room, with Beast and Bridget sitting at the table with him and the Prez. Payne had a hard mask on his face, but then this was a serious situation. Beast had claimed Bridget, and because of that, the club would protect her at all costs. If she were just a piece of ass, one not affiliated with the club, despite her past with Beast, the club wouldn’t have gotten involved. A fight was a fight, and The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter only got involved with people in their circle. Hell, even the club whores had protection if need be.

“If you can remember his routines, anything that might make it easier for us to take him down, we need that now,” Payne was the one to speak.

“We got information on Rafe and Francis Cole-Rodriguez, but you were an insider and might know more shit. The information we got was from an outsider point of view,” Beast said.

King watched as Bridget looked down at the table, her hands clasped in front of her, shaking slightly. She was nervous, and she had every right to be. This was serious, and her life was in danger; they needed her to snap out of her worry and work with them.

“If you want to survive, you need to think pretty fucking hard, sweetheart,” Payne said, his voice deep, gravely.

She lifted her head and stared at each of them. “I don’t know if I can be much help in that situation. He didn’t really tell me anything, and aside from him going to the casino he owned with Francis, I didn’t know anything else about his whereabouts.

“What time would he leave? Was it the same time every time?” beast asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, Rafe would leave at five in the evening, and wouldn’t return in the middle of the night most times. There were a few instance where Rafe came back to the place we shared stinking of cheap perfume.” She shook her head, disgust clear on her face. “But that’s about all I know. He used to take me to the casino, but it was at the main restaurant in building. He must not have trusted me.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Beast said and placed his hand on top of hers.

It was weird as fuck the way Beast had gone from fucking her to claiming her, but King wasn’t about to overthink this. If Beast wanted to be with his stepsister, then who the hell was he to care?

“Thanks, Bridget,” Payne said, and he gestured for one of the prospects that was waiting just outside the door, to take her back to her room.

Once they were alone again with the door shut, and only the Patches in the room, King looked over at their President.

“So she can’t be much help giving us information on Rafe, but that’s not her fault. The fucker used and abused her, and clearly doesn’t trust anyone not in the immediate family.” Beast addressed Payne.

The Prez nodded with a harsh grunt. “We head out tomorrow night. Smalls, Pike, and Boxer are already keeping watch on Rafe and his men, and trying to stay out of range, but that won’t last, so we need to act fast.”

There was a murmur of agreement.

“I want Smoke to stay here with Bridget and everyone else at the club, to keep things level.”

“You got it, Prez,” Smoke said from the back of the room.

King felt itchy already, adrenaline pumping through his blood, needing to get this done, to experience the violence that came with protecting what was theirs. This wouldn’t end well, but it would end.



Bridget sat on Beast’s bed, her leg bouncing up and down as her nerves claimed her. She was twisting her fingers together, hating that she’d been the cause of this, but knowing she’d had no other option but to come to Beast. He, along with his club, were the only ones that had a chance of taking care of this, of making sure she stayed alive. If not for them, and her being at the club, Bridget knew she might be dead already.

Rafe wouldn’t stop looking for her, hunting her, and wanting her dead for what she’d seen.

“God,” she breathed out, sweat lining her brow and between her breasts.

Just then the sound of someone coming down the hall and closer to her room had her sitting up straighter on the bed. Her heart started beating wildly even though she knew it was Beast coming back.

She stood just as the door opened and Beast stepped in. He watched her as he shut the door behind him, and without saying anything, he strode toward her with determination on his face. Before she could think or even react, he had his hand in her hair, her head tilted back, and he claimed her mouth with his.