Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(24)

“I can’t relax knowing he’s out there.”

“Do you really love him?” Reaper asked.

“Yes.”

“Like totally, blindly, fucked up kind of love?”

She stared at Reaper, waiting for him to get to his point.

“Seems a little fucked up to me. You are step siblings.”

“Shut up.” She was panicking. “We’re not blood related, we never were. He’s not my brother. I love him with my whole heart, and I would do anything for him, I’d even die for him—” Before she could finish speaking what sounded like an explosion surrounded her.

Glass shattered and burning fire erupted in Bridget’s shoulder, tearing through her and causing her to cry out. Had she been shot?

Grim covered her body as Reaper ran out the door. She heard commotion, shouting, and noise. The fire in her shoulder was just too much, and tears tracked down her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Grim asked. “Fuck, you’re hit.”

He placed his hand on her arm, and she screamed at the agony.

“This is not good. Not fucking good.”

She watched as a man kicked down the door, a gun in his hand, and clearly not caring if anyone heard or saw what he was doing. Reaper and the man started going at it, fighting at first, but then trying to gain supremacy over the weapons. Reaper was a big man, but the guy that started this shit was good size, too.

The guy lifted his arm, a knife in his hand, but Reaper lifted his hand to the man’s nose and pushed up. The man howled in pain and dropped the knife. Reaper went for his gun, but instead of shooting him he brought the butt of the gun to the man’s temple, knocking him out.

She wanted Beast.

Closing her eyes, she knew she couldn’t stop the darkness from claiming her.



“She’s out fucking cold,” Grim said, picking Bridget up as Reaper came in dragging a man behind him.

“This fucker was about to drive away. As you can see, I stopped him,” Reaper said, dropping the man’s leg. The bastard was out cold thanks to getting cold cocked in the side of the head. Reaper would have just killed the asshole, but he wanted to have some fun.

“We’re going to have to call Beast, and tell him she’s been hit,” Grim laid her on the sofa.

“Call the doctor, get him here. I’m going to chain this bastard up in the basement until we know she’s fine.”

Reaper left his brother to deal with Bridget.

He dragged the large killer toward the kitchen where there was access to the basement. Whistling as he went, he opened the door, grabbed the killer’s leg, and pulled him downstairs, not caring that he was hitting the man’s head on the way down. The fucker thought he could come to his club, and take out a Brother’s woman? The bastard didn’t know what the fuck was about to happen to him.

Once he was at the bottom, he looked from the chair, to the chains in the center of the room. He debated which one would cause the most discomfort, and would annoy the fucker even more.

He settled on the chains in the center of the room. Whistling as he worked, he got the fucker hooked onto the chains, and pulled up.

“Don’t run away now,” he said, slapping the man who was still out cold.

Walking upstairs, he found Grim on the edge of the sofa, placing a cloth over the wound that was leaking blood.

“Is the good doctor on his way?” Reaper asked.

“Yep, I’ve still got to call Beast.”

“This is not going to go down well.” Beast was totally in love with Bridget. They all saw it. He’d never been gone on any woman before. The love between the unlikely duo was so easy to see.

Reaper was even impressed with the way Bridget was worried about the Brothers. She cared, and an old lady needed to be someone who cared.

“Will you make the call?” Grim asked.

Grunting, he pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Beast’s number. It went straight to voicemail. “I’ll keep trying. He’s probably hurting a man as we speak, and you know how cranky we get when we’re disturbed in the middle of it.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t hurt us for getting her shot.”



Beast stared at the entrance to the casino, and rage built inside him. In that building, two men were plotting to kill the woman he loved. The woman who shouldn’t have even gotten a job with them, and he was pissed. Scrap that, he was so fucking angry, he wanted to kill everyone in that room.

“Are you okay, Brother?” Payne asked.

“I’m good. I want to go in there, and I want to fucking kill every single fucker that hurt her.” The thought of blood spilling because of his hands actually made him happy.

Climbing off his bike, he didn’t give a fuck if his Brothers were coming with him. He wanted to make an entrance. He grabbed his gun out of his back pocket, getting it ready to fire.

The casino was hosting a private party for Francis and some of his associates. All of them were fucking criminals, murderers, and he was going to take them out one by one.

“I’m sorry, sir ...” the woman on the door said.

He ignored her and kept on going. When a security guard started to grab him, he drew back the butt of the gun, and slammed it against the fucker’s nose. Blood spurted out, and Beast aimed his knee against the man’s dick.