Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(28)

“If you’re going to kill me, do it, motherfuckers.”

Grim and Reaper stated chuckling.

“I have to give the prick credit,” Reaper said. “The whole time we were laying into him he was cursing us out like a damn sailor.”

Grim laughed harder. “Made the experience more fun.”

The twins grinned sadistically.

“Fuck you, all of you.” The man spit a mouthful of blood out right at Beast’s feet.

Beast clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists by his sides.

“No, you’re the one getting fucked, asshole.” Beast turned and looked at the twins. “Give me the gun,” he said.

Grim was the one to grab his gun. He attached the silencer before handing it over.

“Just going to end this for him?” Reaper asked.

“Yeah.”

“He should suffer more,” Grim said.

“No, I want this piece of shit gone and buried in a shallow grave so the fucking animals can find his body and shit him out.

The guy grinned, one of his front teeth missing thanks to Reaper pulling it out with a pair of rusty pliers, blood coating his remaining teeth.

“Fuck you, bastards.”

Beast lifted the gun and aimed it at the center of the fucker’s head.

“I hope you rot in hell—”

He pulled the trigger, putting a bullet in the bastard’s head. The man slumped forward, his death instant, the chains the only thing holding him up.

For a second, the three of them didn’t move or say anything, but then Beast shook his head and handed the gun off to Reaper. “I need to be with my woman.”

“We’ll handle clean up and disposal,” Grim said.

Beast nodded once, and without saying anything else, he turned and left, needing to hold Bridget.



Bridget was lying in bed when Beast walked into the room. The lights were off, and even if the discomfort in her arm wasn’t keeping her up, the fact she knew what the guys were doing to that man would have made sleep impossible.

The pain pills had numbed most of the pain, but she had only take half the dose, not wanting to be out of it, especially not with all of this going on.

Maybe that’s what I need though?

He didn’t touch her or say anything right away, and with the lights off, she could only make out his massive form. He shut the door, stood by the bed for just a second, and then turned and walked into the bathroom. The door shut, the light turned on, and she stared at that swatch of yellow under the door for what seemed like forever. It wasn’t until she heard the shower turning off that she realized she must have been staring at it the entire time.

Closing her eyes and rubbing her face, she breathed out, not sure what would happen next. She loved Beast, but she didn’t know how this whole situation would affect him in the long run.

The bathroom door opened, and she saw the way the light outlined his big body. He wore a towel draped around his waist, his muscles on stark display.

“Bridget, baby,” he said softly.

“I’m awake,” she said just as quietly.

He turned off the light and moved toward her, pulled the covers back, and climbed in beside her. The scent of fresh soap and the feel of his big, hard warm body enveloped her. His flesh was still slightly damp, but she curled around him anyway, loving that he was here with her.

“What happens now?” she asked, not waiting, because she needed to know.

He was silent for several seconds, but he finally cupped the back of her head, mindful of her injured arm as he pulled her closer, and exhaled roughly. “We take it one day at a time, baby.” He pulled back, and even though she couldn’t really see his face, she knew he was looking at her. “But I’m not letting you walk away from me or what we have.” He cupped her cheek. “You’re mine, and I’d kill for you, all fucking day, Bridget, just to make sure you’re safe and protected.”

She sighed and realized she was relieved. He was the person she loved, the man that made everything and everyone else dim in comparison.

“It’s you and me against the world, baby girl.”

She rested her head on his chest and smiled. That was exactly what she needed to hear at a time like this.

“I love you, Bridge.”

“I love you too.”



Several days later

King watched Beast hold Bridget. It had been a few days since everything had gone down and she’d been shot, but Beast wasn’t letting her out of his sight. It was kind of crazy to see Beast being so gentle and protective with his woman, since King had always seen and known the hardened biker as someone that didn’t give two fucks about pussy. But it was clear Bridget was something special to him.

He grabbed his beer and chugged it. Most of the Patches were getting drunk and heading to the back rooms to fuck. Hell, some of them were even screwing right in front of everyone. But that was the norm for the club, and it wasn’t like King gave a fuck. In fact, most of the time he liked watching the club whores getting pounded. But ever since the incident with Francis and Rafe, and seeing how much Beast cared for Bridget had this hole, this darkness, moving in and claiming him.

Fuck.

He couldn’t even understand why he felt this way, didn’t know why he gave a fuck. Nevertheless, the hole in his soul was growing and he was pissed at that.