Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(23)

“Do you trust me, Bridget?” he asked in a hard voice.

“Yes,” Bridget said without hesitation. “But me trusting you with my life doesn’t mean that asshole and his father can’t hurt you and the club.” She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “And I brought this to your doorstep—”

He slanted his mouth on hers, stopping her from saying anything else. He kissed her like it was their last, and it might very well be. Because trusting Beast didn’t mean things would work out in the end.

“I’m not leaving you, especially after I finally have you, Bridge.” He pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. “I’m done hiding how I feel, done trying to pretend that you are only here with me because of the sex.” He shook his head. “I love you, and nothing is going to take you away from me.” His expression was hard, his voice like steel. “Some punk ass motherfucker like Rafe isn’t going to come between us. I can guarantee that, baby.”

She nodded, and when he kissed her again, she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get as close as she could to him. If she could have fought Rafe on her own, she would have put the prick down. As it was, she trusted Beast and the club, wished she could be in the forefront with them, but she knew her man wouldn’t have that. She was frightened, and not ashamed to admit Rafe had made her feel small, disgusting, and like she was just on this Earth to shit on.

“I love you, Beast,” she said against his mouth and loved that he groaned.

“And I fucking love you, Bridge. I’ve only ever loved you.”



“Suit up, motherfuckers. It’s time to get this party started,” King said, his grin wide, the handgun he held loaded and ready. The truth was he loved a good fight, loved to get his hands bloody, and take down a bastard that thought to hurt his club or those under its protection. He looked over at Beast, the Brother concentrated on strapping guns and knives on his body. They were going to go head on and confront Rafe, to search the fucker down and finally end this before death came knocking on their door.

“What did the informant say?” Beast asked.

“He’s at his casino tonight, him and his piece of shit son,” Payne said, his voice hard, his expression like stone.

“Grim and Reaper, you keep an eye on my old lady like she’s yours,” Beast said, a warning in his voice.

King looked at the twins, both of them nodding, their faces hardened. They were identical in everyway, killing together, and even fucking females together.

“We’ll be on her like white on rice,” Grim said, and King could have laughed at the saying if not for the seriousness of this situation.

“We’ll figure out more of a solid entrance plan once there,” Payne said. “We need to see the set-up. If it’s too shady, or it’s not going to go as smoothly as it should, we’re pulling out and doing this another time, when we can get them without the heavy entourage they’re sure to have.”

“I’m not leaving there until that fucker is taken out and I make Francis watch,” Beast said, facing off with Payne.

“Brother, we’re here for you, and we’ll make them pay,” Payne said.

Beast nodded, grabbed a handgun off the table, and cocked it. “Than let’s go fuck these bastards up.”



“They’re leaving,” he said in the receiver to Francis. He’d been called do this little mission to find Bridget and take her out. She was a liability, and although he’d been contracted for the hit, and didn’t give two shits about the whys of it all, he felt this twisted desire to see her beg for his life.

He fucking loved it when they begged.

“How many are watching her?” Francis asked.

“Looks like two.” He was stationed on the roof of the building across from the clubhouse. He was a good distance away, but he had a scope on his rifle. “I can take them out if needed.

“Take her out, but don’t kill the MC members. I don’t need that shit coming down on me, especially if Zeke is involved.”

He wasn’t about to mention that killing her would bring a hell of a lot down on the organization, especially if she was being protected by the MC. He was here to do a job, and that job was to take the bitch out.





Chapter Eighteen




Bridget bit her lip and paced at the same time. Beast was out there hunting monsters because of her. She was such a fucking gullible idiot. If she’d not been so blind she wouldn’t be here, and Beast wouldn’t be out there risking his life, and the lives of his Brothers.

“You know, pacing’s not going to bring him back any faster,” Grim said.

Glaring over at the twins, she shook her head. “Why did he have to go?”

“In case you didn’t know, the Soldiers wait for no one. There’s a threat, and we’re not going to wait around for them to come knocking at our door. We fuck them up, we don’t get fucked,” Reaper said.

The twins did some kind of fist bump, which left her shaking her head.

“This is crazy.”

“This is life, babe. It’s the life of a biker, and you’ve just got to realize that is the way it is. No point pacing that sweet ass,” Grim said. He patted the seat beside him. “Come sit and relax.”