Beast (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter #1)(6)

“Bridge didn’t know who he was,” Beast said, defending her. He believed her.

“That’s what she’s telling you.”

He slammed his hand on the table. It didn’t matter who tried to speak out against Bridge, he wasn’t going to let it happen. “She’s innocent okay. We know who Rodriguez is because we’re in that fucking circle. We’re not connected to the mafia, but we run in the same kind of world. Bridge, she went to college. She made something of herself, and got sucked into the wrong shit.” He stood and started to pace the small room. When he’d told her that she’d owe the club, he hadn’t actually meant it.

No one was going to touch her but him. He owned her pussy, and it should have been him with her all these years, no one else.

Bridget was the one woman he’d thought about often over the years, and he was going to help her regardless. He didn’t know what it was about her and seeing her looking so scared that had affected him deeply.

No one deserved to be scared like she was. Yes, he ran with a rough biker club that dealt with drugs, guns, death, and sex, but he knew there was more out there. He’d gotten messages from their parents over the years telling him little bits and pieces of what she’d accomplished. For few moments, he’d been proud of her. She’d taken on a life that he couldn’t even imagine. Beast had always figured that she’d be married with children, the white picket fence, and so far out of his reach it would be ridiculous for him to even try to reach out to her.

Instead, she’d fallen into his lap, and now he had a chance to live out every single one of his fantasies.

“He finds out we’re housing her, we’re done for.”

“Rodriguez has contacts, but so do we. We’re not just any fucking club, we’re part of The Soldiers of Wrath MC; we are the Grit Chapter. I say whatever shit he wants to bring to us, then he fucking brings it. I’m ready. Bridget, she belongs to me, and no one is going to touch her, do you understand?” Beast asked. “But, I’ve got a problem.”

He watched his Brothers look at each other, and then back at him.

“What is it?” King asked. Even though he’d been high on cocaine last night, the Brother was focused. Sure, there were members of the club who couldn’t handle their shit, but King knew when to party, and when not to.

“When you’re around Bridget, I want you to treat her like fair game.” He wanted to mess with her a little bit, to make her think that dealing with the club wouldn’t be easy. She might know that, but he was sure she didn’t actually realize what they’d have to do to get her out of this.

“You’re crazy,” Smalls said.

“Let me get this right, you want us to leave her alone, but treat her like she’s a club whore?” King asked.

“That’s right. Anyone touch her, or take it too far, you’ll deal with me.” He slapped his hand on the table and made his way out of church. Roxie was waiting for him as he made his way to the stairs.

“Hey, handsome,” she said, pressing her body against his. Her shirt was open, and he saw the white powder decorating her skin that hadn’t been sucked up. Beast wasn’t interested in her, nor was he interested in her body. She had nothing to offer that he actually wanted.

“What do you want?”

“I thought we could finish what we started earlier. I’d love to have that fat cock in my ass. You know I love it when you fuck me.”

Shaking his head, Beast glanced up the stairs. The woman he wanted was in his room, waiting for him. “No.”

“No?”

“That’s right. I don’t want it.” He marched past Roxie and made his way up toward his room. When he entered the room, he found Bridget sitting on his bed looking nervous.

“That was fast,” she said.

“It was fast. Strip.”

“Wait? What?”

“You want my protection and the club’s? Strip. I want to take that body for a test drive.”





Chapter Five




“What?” Bridget stuttered out, knowing she’d offered him anything, but unable to keep the shock out of her voice. Of course, she’d known she’d owe the club, but she honestly hadn’t thought Beast would make her do this, especially not this soon.

She’s been a pre-teen when he’d come into her life, and at first, she hadn’t seen him as anything but a bad boy. However her feelings had started to grow; she’d started to care for him. Even as a young teenager she’d realized what being attracted to a person was, and that person had been Beast. But she’d never admitted how she felt, because he was a bad boy, and because she wanted to hide her emotions for her stepbrother.

Bridget had hid those desires her entire life, never admitting, most of the time not even to herself, that if things had been different, she’d have given herself to Beast. But this move right here, even if she’d come to him for help, was bastardly, and she didn’t know how to take it all.

Admit it, Bridget, his command, his demand that you give him this made you wet.

“You heard me, princess. I want you to strip for me, to show me what you have under those clothes.” He moved over to the chair in the corner of the room and took a seat. His look showed her he didn’t want to hear any arguments or any complaints. He’d told her what he wanted, and he expected her to comply.