One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(27)

I nod my head at Nyx. He’s smart, he’s young but he’s smart.

Pushing my chair back, I stand from the table. “Let’s go, I need a drink.”

Walking back out to the bar, Shelby’s sitting at the bar sipping her drink. And with Hella getting his cock ground on by Emma—I see she didn’t come alone. She must be his flavor of the week. I walk to Shelby, pulling a stool out. Her head doesn’t move but an eyebrow arches as she turns her beer around in her hand.

“What can I do for you, Shelby?” I signal to the old fella to get me a drink.

She swings her attention to me, her dark brown eyes slanting and her long silky legs crossing over. “I was wondering if you were lonely?” she asks, bringing the beer to her lips, running them softly over the rim of the glass. To any other guy, the scene would be hot, erotic even. Not to me, though, she does nothing for me. She’s gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but I have zero interest in her outside of getting my dick wet. That’s only when I’ve had too much to drink or when thoughts come into my mind that I try to squash. Those thoughts involve a young girl with dirty hair and clothes, and an emptiness in her eyes that God himself couldn’t fill. I’m fucked up and I know it. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. I have thought of chasing her, I know it would be easy enough to do if I really wanted. Let’s face it, I have enough connections. But I know she’ll be okay now. She has to be, right? Her dad is dead, now she can live without her worst nightmare.

I laugh, bringing my drink to my lips. “Not today.”

Her eyes drop to her hands. “Beast, surely… I mean, I’m the only girl you’ve really seen since you’ve been here. I thought we had established a relationship.”

I drop my drink on the counter, bringing my eyes to hers. “If you think for one second that just because you’re the only pussy I’ve had since I got here that that makes you special pussy, you have another think coming. There’s been another, Shelby. Get off your shit,” I state coldly, bringing the drink back to my lips. Bone Thugs in Harmony ‘Notorious Thugs’ begins playing through the sound system and I know Hella has obviously obtained control of the music.

“Beast…” she answers sadly.

I laugh. “Go home, Shelby. I’ll call you when I’m drunk.” I push my seat back, scooping up my drink and making my way to the table where Hannibal and Ripper are sitting and laughing—probably about something sick and inappropriate. Taking my seat as they continue to laugh, I shake my head. “What’s so funny?”

“Did you know that if you fuck a girl who’s been filled with enough gasoline, her body could actually ignite in flames from the inside out?” Hannibal is laughing from his seat, his evil fucking smirk surrounding his bottle.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You’re a sick fuck.





I’m on my way to Phoebe’s house because Melissa called me an hour ago and asked me if I could meet them there. She’s in bad shape. Ryder Oakley worked another number on her and I’m about ready to give my first ass kicking. Phoebe may have a tough exterior, but she’s sweet and squishy on the inside.

Pulling up to her house, I run up her front steps that join onto her little wrap around porch, turn the door handle and push it open. Her house is small compared to the twenty-car garage she has sitting beside it. But it’s comfortable, warm and inviting—everything Phoebe is.

“Hello?” I call out, shutting the door behind me.

“In here,” Melissa replies out from the kitchen.

Walking in, I see them both sitting at the kitchen table, clutching their cups of coffee.

“Hey.” I move to Phoebe and pull out the seat next to her. “You okay?”

She brings her eyes to me. “Nope. He broke me again. Again!” she whispers angrily.

Looking at Melissa, I smile. “It’s okay, Phoebe. We’ll get through this.”

She nods her head. “I hope so.”

The front door opens again and Blake walks in with Shooter, Phoebe’s Cane Corso dog running up behind him.

“Come, I want to show you something real quick,” Blake says to her.

“Why?”

“Will you be on your feet to open the circuit tomorrow? I already have everyone here packed and ready. Everything’s ready for you. I’ve been planning it since you left. It’s just a good thing everyone flew in early this week.” He scratches his head roughly. The circuit is the racing circuit Phoebe is about to open showcasing the hottest girl racers from around the world—my bestie is a genius. She pushes her seat back in excitement, taking a stand.