One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(55)

Hella snaps his head up. “She’s coming?”

I nod my head. “Yep. She just needed me to put it into perspective for her. She knows, she’s been around SS since she was a little girl, Hella.”

He nods his head. “Thanks.”

I tilt my head. “Why do you care? About her, I mean?”

He shrugs his jaw flexing. “I don’t care about her. And I may be an asshole, but I don’t want her to get hurt because of me.”

“You’re wrong about one thing.”

“Oh?” he questions, swinging his arm over the rim of the sofa. “And what’s that?”

“You’re not an asshole, you’re worse.” I walk to my bedroom, packing up my bags and bringing them back out to the living room.

This is going to be a long trip.





When we pull into a gated farmland that stretches down a long, gravel driveway, I shrug Melissa, who’s fast asleep next to me. “Wake up, I think we’re here.” We follow Hella in down the bumpy road and I look back in my rear vision mirror to see Beast on his bike with his skull bike mask covering his mouth. My cheeks flush, I don’t know why, but that mask turns me on—only on Beast. Hella wears an identical one and it doesn’t do the same things to me. Melissa yawns from her seat, stretching her arms wide while I flex out my neck.

“Shit. What are we doing,” she mumbles under her breath, placing a mint in her mouth.

Taking one off her, I absently look into the rear vision mirror again. “I don’t know. We stick together, though. Beast said there’s a house that we can stay at.”

“All right. This should be interesting.”

Bringing my car to a halt outside a massive building that’s built like a barn, only reconstructed. It’s all black with their MC logo stamped across the top of it. Just behind the barn, there’s an equally large garage, that again is stamped with their logo across the front. The unfamiliarity of my surroundings begins to build in my stomach as I internally swallow the uneasiness that’s about to settle inside me. Clutching the door to my white 2014 Audi A3 Sports sedan, I climb out, pushing my phone into the pocket of my skinny jeans and zipping up my hoodie before shutting the door behind me, the gravel crunching underneath my white Chuck Taylors. Beast walks up to me, taking my hand in his and pulling his mask down to sit around his neck. “You all good?” he asks, planting his soft lips on mine.

I am now. “Yeah, we’re both good.” I look at Melissa, who’s taking out her phone and handbag from the car, with her ass in the air, bending over.

“Melissa,” I whisper loudly. “Pull your shorts down.”

She peers up at me from her elbows that are resting on the passenger seat. A smile comes on her lips. “Hey, I said I’d come, not that I would behave.”

“Jesus…” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m going to apologize now for her behavior,” I mumble to Beast, who chuckles under his breath.

Hella walks up behind Beast with a smirk. “Apologize for what?” Looking between us before locking his eyes on Melissa’s glorious ass. “What the hell are you doing, Melissa? He rounds the car just as she straightens out of it with her bag in her hand.

“Hella, leave me alone. Me and you do not know each other.”

“You sure about that?” he asks, narrowing his eyes and glaring down at her with an intensity that screams hate.

“Round 10… Fight,” I mimic in the best Tekken voice I can master. Beast laughs, wrapping his long fingers into mine. “Come on, I’ll show you girls around. Hella! I’ll meet you back at the bar.”

We both stop, watching Melissa and Hella’s epic stare-down. Both as stubborn as each other and both play just as dirty. Sighing, I walk to Melissa. “Come on, feisty. Let’s go.” Offering a small smile to Hella before dragging her away. “Jesus,” I mutter to her while we walk back to Beast. “You’re going to tell me what the hell is going on tonight.”

“Ready?” he asks with a smirk. Why does he have to be so beautiful? Images flash in my head of our night last night and my cheeks flare fire hydrant red.

“Ready!” Melissa pipes in, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

I nod my head and smile. “Sure, ready when you are.”





Walking up the porch steps of our eastbound house, I swing open the front door and step aside for the girls to walk in and get acquainted with everything. Meadow goes in first and my eyes follow her through, those tight jeans wrapping perfectly around her little peach ass. Smirking, I bring them back to Melissa and she smiles, following suit.