One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(24)

“Blake?” I squeak out nervously before clearing my voice. The man gives me the heebie-jeebies. “It’s Meadow.” There, that’s a little firmer.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Look, have you seen the news?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No, the… you know… the useless news. The Hollywood News.”

“Should I?”

“Yes. Yes, I think you should.”

“All right. Thanks, I’ll turn it on now.”

“Okay…”

“Meadow?” He pipes in. “Keep your phone on you. I might need to call you and Melissa in at some point.”

“Call us in to where?”

“Into the clubhouse if we go into lock down. Shouldn’t… but just in case. Phoebe gave me strict orders.”

“Right. Okay. Thanks, Blake.”

“Yeah, no worries.”

Hanging up my phone, I toss it back into my handbag and blow out a breath of air.

“See, I told you he tolerates you. I don’t know what I’ve ever done to him.”

Gee, I don’t know. Maybe just being Melissa would be enough to tick him off.

I love her, though.





Present Day




Seven years. It’s been seven years since we freed Jada, and my father was stolen from me by the same people that stole my first years. I want my revenge, and I will get it. I’m filling up at the local gas station on the outskirts of Route 66 when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I switch hands and pull it out, holding it to my ear.

“What is it?” I answer, keeping my eyes locked on the surrounds around me. Over the years, The Army had only come for us once—that was after I freed Jada. It was me, my old man, Hella and Shifter. We needed to keep to low numbers. After sneaking into the joint full stealth mode, we freed her and managed to get back to a hotel. It was all celebrations and cheers for the following two weeks until we found my father with a single bullet through his brain with a note shoved into his mouth, simply reading, ‘Don’t get comfortable, Beast. You are ours. We will come for you when we’re ready, and there will be no stopping that.’

That day shattered my inner self. Over the years leading up to then, my father and I had formed a close bond.

After Hella and I cleaned up the body of the young girl’s dad, I rode back to the clubhouse and patched in. Hella had already gotten his patch. My dad admired his loyalty toward me and could see the depths of how far that loyalty ran. I think he knew all along that I would be taking over from him as President when his fate came. It’s why he put Hella as Sergeant of Arms and me as Vice President—much to Sugar’s disgust. He got over it, after I one-outed him in the ring. Now we have a pretty solid friendship, as I do with all the boys. They’re my family now, and I will protect them and guide them to the end of my time.

“Beast, how’s your crew?” a familiar voice growls down the phone. I smile instantly knowing this fucking voice.

I lean up against my bike, placing my other hand into my jean’s pocket. “In line, how’s yours, brother?” I answer through a smile, running my hand over my still shaven head, not shaven to the skin, just a military style shave.

Zane and I have maintained a solid friendship. The Devil’s are down for the Sinful Souls, as much as they are down for the Devil’s Own. Running the Las Vegas chapter is painful, but I also stand for all chapters that are scattered all over the US—making me International President of The Devil’s Own MC. My father and his best friend Ringer were the founding brothers. Ringer is still here, and still with Bethy. He’s still patched, but he leaves everything to us young-ins. It’s a big responsibility maintaining the peace between us and other MC’s while still keeping our business flowing without any hassles. We have a relationship with the IRA (Irish Republican Army) that supply us with weapons, in return for reliable passage through every town where there’s a Devil chapter located. Which is all over the state with one chapter in Ireland and another in Australia.

“Not so inline. Between Abby and Ade, they’re both going to kill me. I need a favor.”

“Anything,” I answer with certainty because I am certain. I will do whatever I can to help out Zane where I can.

“At the moment, we’re good. But Ade just caused a shit-stir with the Russians so I might need some backup.” I inwardly cringe. The Russians are not someone you want in the enemy bed, but I agree, nonetheless.

“Yeah, for sure, just holla when you need us.”

“Thanks, brother, you’re all I have that’s close to Westbeach. I appreciate it. I’ll let you know if I need you in, that sound good?”