Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(2)

He grabbed his beer and took a long drink from it.

Damn, he could still remember their last exchange all these years later, still picture it like it had happened yesterday.

“I can’t believe you’re joining a motorcycle club and just leaving everything,” Bridget murmured to herself, disgust in her voice.

“Why the fuck do you care?” Beast said, finished packing the rest of his shit, and faced her. She was leaning against the doorframe, her eyes narrowed, and annoyance coming off her in waves.

“I don’t, but you see how upset you make my mom and your dad?”

“They don’t give a fuck about me anymore, Bridge. You should know that better than anyone.”

She shook her head. “Can you blame them? I mean the cops bring you home more times than not, you have been in jail, do drugs and drink...” she stared right into his eyes.

The truth was he hated that she looked at him like that, hated that, at fourteen, she was the only person that had ever made him feel like crap for what he’d done in his life. He tossed his bag on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You and I have never had that brotherly and sisterly relationship.”

She curled her nose. “We aren’t brother and sister.”

“Technically, we are.” He grinned, loving that teasing her made her pissed.

“That’s gross.”

At only fourteen, she was a spitfire and always gave as good as she got. “Listen, having me here isn’t working out anyway. I’m at my dad’s throat all the time, your mom seems afraid of me, and you hate me.” He shrugged.

She exhaled and moved a step into the room. “I don’t hate you. I just wish you made better decisions.”

“Says the fourteen year old that is the apple of our folk’s eye.”

She rolled her eyes. “If you want to run from your family, be my guest. But don’t expect us to be here when you hit rock bottom.”

That had the darkness in him growing, the shadows and evil inside of him taking over. Pushing his family away was the safe thing to do, the smart thing. Having them close with the way his life was going would only hurt them more than he’d already done.

“If you weren’t such an asshole, things could have been good here.”

He growled out. “Fuck you, Bridge. Get out.”

She narrowed her eyes again, but didn’t say anything as she turned and left him to finish packing. He’d get the hell away from them and have a new family in his MC.

“You boys want to party?” Roxie, one of the veteran club whores said. Her voice pulled him out of the past. He looked at the sweet-butt. She definitely was a veteran in the club, meaning she’d been with all the guys enough times to know exactly how they liked to fuck.

And he was just drunk enough, and had enough shit going on right now, that being with Roxie wouldn’t be bad, not when he knew she could get him off faster than anything or anyone else.



Bridget had made it to the diner and now sat at the old, chipped Formica table, staring at the lukewarm coffee in front of her. Her cell beside her, she had been looking at it intermittently for the last hour, trying to find the courage to call Beast again.

She’d called him last night, on the precipice of the shit going down, but she told him she’d call him later with more details. It had been nearly twenty years since she’d spoken to him, but when she heard his voice on the other end, it was as if she was that fourteen-year-old girl watching him leave and hearing him tell her to fuck off.

She picked up the cell, dialed his number she’d gotten from their parents, and placed the phone to her ear. What would he do, and how would he feel knowing she was in town, that she was so desperate she’d resorted to calling him and asking him for help all these years later?

How would he feel when she came to him because she needed things that only he and his MC club could offer to help take care of her problem?





Chapter Two




Roxie was doing her sexy dance, and his dick was all into that action. Beast couldn’t deny that Roxie was a dirty little bitch who loved fucking as much as he did. She loved cock in her pussy, ass, or mouth, and the bonus? She fucking swallowed. There was nothing he liked more than not having to clean up his cum when he was getting head.

“You fucked any Brothers today?” he asked, sipping his drink.

“Maybe.” She stripped out of her shirt, flashing her tits, which looked a little saggy. Fuck, he wasn’t drunk enough if he was starting to think about all the dick she’d actually had, which was turning him off. Running a hand down his face, he stretched his arms wide.

He jerked his attention back as Roxie straddled his waist. “Hey, baby, I’m right here.”

“I want your lips around my dick, not talking.”

She gave him a smile and slid down his body. Closing his eyes, he listened as she unbuckled his belt, tugging it as she tried to get into his pants. She was probably too fucking doped up on coke to know what she was doing.

I’m done with this shit already.

Shit, he shouldn’t be like this. One call from Bridget and he was fucking losing his cool. Before her call, he’d have been snorting shit up and fucking every single club whore until he was exhausted and finished.

One call and he was questioning everything he was doing. He hated it. Bridget had no say on anything he did; yet he replayed their last moment together over and over in his mind. He’d never shared any of his thoughts or desires with anyone.