“Meadow, I still don’t know how you can watch this channel let alone watch it while you eat,” Melissa groans from her spot on the sofa.
“It’s real, Melissa. It’s happening everywhere.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to watch it.”
I take a bite out of my sausage before peering up at Beast. “What did you want to talk about?”
Walking around the coffee table, he takes a seat next to me, leaning on one elbow. Hella throws his cap on backward and looks to Melissa uneasily. Shoving a piece of English muffin in my mouth, I ask again, “What?” while scanning both of them.
“We need to head back to Vegas today. We have other deep shit that we need to sort out. It turns out that explosion was retaliation for some biker’s feathers Blake ruffled up a few years ago for Phoebe.” I drop my muffin onto the plate, wiping my hands with the napkin.
“Okay. It’s all right. I get it. Biker and all,” I answer, waving my hands around. Ignoring the fact that every part of my body is already aching at the thought of him gone.
Beast clears his throat. “Yeah, no, that’s not what I mean. We’re going to need you both to come with us.”
I stop my chewing, quickly swallowing the large piece of sausage meat.
“Wait. Both? What? No. I can’t!” Melissa yells from her spot, bouncing up from the sofa. “Not only because I have a life, and a business to run, but I fucking hate you!” She points to Hella.
Oh dear. I wipe my hands on the napkin, looking at Beast uneasily.
“Yeah?” he questions, standing from his spot and inching closer to Melissa with his jaw flexing, causing her body to inch backward. “Well guess what, Princess?” he seethes, his head bending to her ear. “I hate you, too,” he whispers loudly.
“Oh, fuck. All right.” Beast stands as Melissa shoves Hella in the shoulder before running full blast to the front door and dashing out in all her turban hair glory.
Shoving my food away, with a now lost appetite, I take a stand.
“Okay. What the fuck is the deal with the two of you? I feel like I’m watching the live version of Eminem and Kim Mathers.”
Hella smirks, shrugging his shoulder. “Fuck knows.”
“Did you sleep with her?” Beast asks, shoving his hands in his jean’s pockets.
“Of course they did.”
Hella shrugs. “I think so. I don’t know but I haven’t fucked anyone else since that bonfire.”
“It’s only been three days,” I point out, my tone bored.
“Yeah, that’s a long time for him,” Beast mumbles next to me. “What about you?” he adds, watching me closely.
“What? Coming to Vegas? I haven’t been there since. Well… I haven’t been back there in a long time, I just don’t know.” My voice softens. “I don’t want to cause you any headaches, though, I know how serious this must be. How long are you thinking?”
Beast walks over, pushing a few stray hairs away from my face and tucking them behind my ear. “I own that town, baby. I put your demons to rest when I snapped his neck. You will always be safe with me.”
“You may have sent the demon back to hell, Beast. But I’ve lived with the memories of it all my life.” Wrapping my hands around my torso, I smile up at him. He pulls my arms apart and pulls me into him, wrapping them around his waist and kissing me on the head. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“I know, baby, I know. Do you trust me?”
“You know I trust you, Beast.”
He kisses me on the head again, mumbling into my hair, “Three weeks? Give me three weeks to sort this shit out.”
Sighing, I pull out of his grasp and peer up into his dark eyes. “Okay. Let me sort out work. And I’ll give you two weeks… not three.” He nods his head, letting me go.
Hella moans, flopping down on the sofa. “Why can’t I pick the smart girls like Meadow? The ones that know what’s good for them. I always attract these psycho, smart mouthed, stubborn, bitches.”
I shake my head at his term for women while I walk to the kitchen to get my phone and call the girls at work before dialing Melissa. I need to get her to come somehow, she’s not safe here. Everyone has noticed how Hella is toward her. No doubt, that sort of news would travel fast in the MC community making her a possible target.
After hanging up my phone, I’ve sorted out my work and Melissa. She’s hard work, but you just have to put things into perspective for her. She’s not dumb, Phoebe and she have been best friends since they were little. She knows what comes with club life.
I walk back into the living room. “I’ll pack a bag. Melissa and I will take my car. As much as I’d love to be on the back of that bike for five hours, Melissa will kill me.”