One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(39)

After all the boys have been filled in, they shut their mouths. It’s a good thing, but they must know that obviously the girl needed my help, and although she doesn’t anymore by the looks of it, I still want to make sure she’s good. Must be some twisted bond we have from that one night and probably because she’s fucking banging. Her face and body are out of this world, and what’s better? She has no fucking idea the effect she has on men. Either that or she just doesn’t care, both of which work well for me.

Pushing the chair back, I tell the boys I’m going to bed before I head upstairs and shut eye.





We’re at the diner the next day when my phone rings in my pocket. Seeing it’s Zane, I swipe it unlocked.

“Sup man, any news?”

“Yeah, they want to have a chat tonight.”

“A chat?”

“That’s what they said.”

“That’s very unlike Russians. Who are we meeting with?”

“They’re sending Preacher. I don’t know him personally, only know of him. Ade knows a bit about him, said we should be good.”

“All right, when’s this happening?” I scan the table, resting my eyes on Hella.

“Tonight. To be safe, we need to bring everyone in on lockdown.”

“Yeah, where’s the meet?”

“At the falls. We’ll head out once everyone is at the compound.”

Nodding my head, I verbally agree before hanging up the phone.

Leaning back in my chair, I fill in all the boys about the news.

“So that means we can head home tomorrow if all runs smoothly?” Hannibal smirks from his seat.

Raising my eyes to him, I nod my head. “Yeah, which is a good thing. We still have shit to sort out, and figure out why The Army haven’t made their move yet. We need to start our plan on how we are going to pull them down once and for all. I’m not fucking waiting for them anymore.”

Hella nods his head. “Yeah man, I agree. I’m fucking tired of looking over my shoulder all the time.”

A young blonde walks up to our table. “Hey, you guys need anything else?”

Looking up at her, I shake my head. “Not for me, thanks.”

Hella cocks his head to the side. “You look familiar,” he begins, dragging his eyes up and down her tiny frame. I roll my eyes and bring my coffee up to my lips.

Here we go.

She places her hands on her hips, nodding her head. “That’s because I was at the compound last night and could have to do with…” she stops talking, her face dropping for a second, “…never mind,” she answers, picking up the plates and stacking them on her hand. I look for a name tag, but can’t find one and now that I think about it, she’s not in uniform like the other little waitress.

Hella chuckles. “Right. You a sweet butt?”

She pauses, placing the final plate onto her arm before bringing her eyes to Hella. “No, I’m not. I’m Melissa, Phoebe and Meadow’s…” she runs her eyes over to me before smiling back at Hella, “…best friend. Thanks for making me aware that I look and feel like a whore, though, I appreciate that.” She spins on her feet and walks back to the counter. I look to Hella and shake my head. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

He smirks, popping a toothpick into his mouth. “What? Like you couldn’t call that. You didn’t even remember who she was either.” He turns his head to her again, watching her work behind the counter. “She’s fucking hot, though, you think?” he asks the whole table. Everyone mumbles in agreement, as I stand, pushing my chair back. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

Walking toward the counter, she watches me in between placing muffins in the warmer. “You look confused, Beast.”

“Not confused. Sorry about not remembering you… I was a little distracted,” I answer, smiling at her.

“I know,” she replies with a smirk, wiping her hands off on a tea towel before placing them on her hips. “It wasn’t you who should’ve remembered me. Anyway, what can I get for you?”

My eyes narrow briefly at the meaning behind her words before deciding to let it go.

“The address to Meadow’s work? I’m meant to be catching up with her after, but I might go down there now.”

Nodding her head, she pulls a paper and pen out from under the cashier before scribbling down the address to Meadow’s work. Folding it up, I nod my head at her and push it into my pocket.

Just as I’m about to turn on my heels, she calls out, “Beast?”

Spinning back around to face her, I raise my eyebrows. “Yeah?”

Her eyes run side to side nervously. “Look. I’ve not known Meadow for as long as Phoebe, but I’ve known her long enough to know a bit about her background, though not all. But there’s one thing that I’m absolutely sure on…” she steps through the little door that separates the workers and the customers, “…she hasn’t been with any men. She doesn’t bat an eye at any men and trust me… she has had loads of opportunity—Tommy for one.” Her eyes narrow as she watches my reaction. I don’t bat an eye, I was built to have no emotions, or to squash any emotion that I may have. Obviously, if she had any sort of feelings for him, she would have made a move by now. I don’t think she has, so I’m not worried. If he steps out of the friend zone, I’ll kick him back into place. Fucking rock stars.