Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(26)

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He reached into his bag and pulled out another orange colored bottle. “This is an antibiotic to ensure that wound stays clean and uninfected.” He handed her the bottle. “Just take one twice a day for the next ten days, and than one every day until the bottle is empty.”

She nodded again.

“If you need help making sure the wound is cleaned and dressed properly, I can come by.”

She shook her head. “Your instructions were good; I can mange.” She smiled and tried to shift on the couch, but the pain had her wincing and hissing loudly.

“Just relax. You’re going to be feeling that for a while still.”

The doctor stood and walked over to Grim and Reaper. The twins had been pacing the floor for the last half hour since they’d called Beast. She was worried about him, not sure what had happened after the club had headed for Rafe and Francis. Had they succeeded? Were they hurt? Or worse, dead?

She was worried about Beast. She loved him so much and had grown close to the club. They were honorable men even if some of the things they did were wrong, bad, or illegal.

Just then, the club doors burst open and Beast and Payne strode in. Beast wore a mask of fury on his face as he scanned the club, and when his gaze landed on hers, she swore her heart stopped.

He was by her in the next instant, looking at her wound, his jaw clenching, the anger radiating from him. “How are you, baby?”

She smiled and lifted her good arm to cup his cheek. “I’m alive, and you’re here, so I’m good.”

He leaned in and kissed her, and she wished things had been different, of course.

Beast pulled away, looked at her for a prolonged second, and then he was standing and facing Grim and Reaper. The doctor had left, and with the club members standing in the main room, the air thick with tension and rage; Bridget knew this wasn’t over yet.

“Where is he?” Beast asked, his voice vibrating with unrestrained anger.

Yeah, this wasn’t over yet.





Chapter Twenty




Beast walked down to the basement where the fucker who put a hole in his woman was restrained with his arms above his head. There was blood dripping down his face from a cut to his forehead, but it wasn’t bad enough as far as Beast was concerned.

“I figured you’d want him bound and ready for a beating,” Reaper said.

“You did good.”

“Woohoo.”

He rolled his eyes. Grim and Reaper were two intense fuckers who took great pride in their ability to torture. They liked to play with their toys and cause the maximum amount of pain. Screams didn’t seem to bother the twins; they relished the noise, making sure each one they tortured sang before he died.

“You left him in one piece,” he said. That wasn’t like the twins. Payne usually had to order their asses to stop tearing their enemies apart.

“He took a chunk out of your woman. We figured you’d want to be the one to deal with him.

Grabbing the large bucket of water that one of the twins had probably left, he threw it over the man, waking him up.

“Wakey, wakey, motherfucker,” he said, snapping his fingers.

“Fuck!” The man started jerking on the chains, trying to get out of the trap they had placed him in.

“Well, I bet you’re feeling a little fucking stupid right now. You think you can take out my woman and get away.” Beast laughed.

“I was just answering the call, doing my job, asshole.”

“You’re a fucking asshole if you think that’s going to get you anywhere.”

“Take whatever issue you have with Francis and Rafe. I was just following orders.”

“And those orders were?” Beast asked, wanting the details.

“To take Bridget out. They don’t give me the reason why, I simply do the job without question.”

Grabbing the man’s face, he squeezed as tightly as he could. “You’re going to regret doing that, fucker!” He spat in the man’s face.

“Things are about to get good,” Grim said.

Looking toward the twins, he saw they were already grabbing tools and placing them on a tray beside Beast. These two fuckers got too much excitement out of something like this.

Removing his leather cut and his shirt, Beast moved toward the tray of tools.

“We recommend you strip him down until he’s completely naked. There’s always a lot of fun things to play with and hurt,” Reaper said.

Beast stared at the two brothers. He’d heard of the twins torturing the men by cutting off their balls, then their dicks. The very thought was ... ouch!

No, he couldn’t think about it.

He could fuck people up and hurt them, but he never got the sadistic pleasure out of it like the twins did.

“I see you turning green,” Grim said.

“Aw, is the little bitty Beast feeling poorly?” Reaper smirked and grabbed a pair of scissors. “Let’s show you how the Masters of Torture work.” Reaper whistled, and even as he started to cut the clothes away from the man, he didn’t show any sign of hesitation against the wriggling, jerking man.

Beast stood back, watching as Reaper slapped the man across the face, laughing in dark pleasure.

“You know that is wrong,” Beast said.