One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(56)

“You know, if you hurt her, I will hunt you down and burn the skin off your balls,” she says quietly and casually, peering up at me under her eyes with an innocent smile on her mouth.

Narrowing my eyes, I shut the door. “You’re a little crazy. You and Hella are going to kill each other.”

She laughs, walking toward the stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. “Maybe. But if I succeed in dragging him down to hell with me, I’ll die a happy woman.”

“Jesus, what the hell did he do to you?” I answer, rounding her body while looking for Meadow.

Her face drops, sadness overcoming her, only for a brief second because before I know it, that psycho little smile is back on her face.

“It doesn’t matter. Meadow?” she yells out, leaving me standing in the hallway dumbfounded. He could have done a number of things, Hella has no emotions when it comes to anything, like me, we both care for a very little amount of people. I don’t think I ever stopped caring for Meadow, though, I think this was the universe's way of getting me to sort my shit with her. Or maybe I was supposed to bring her ass back to Vegas all those years ago. Who knows?

I walk into the kitchen, opening up one of the fridges to see it filled with food, wine, and all sorts of groceries. I had called Bethy before we left Westbeach to get her to do a shop, and I’d give her the cash when I returned, but she went over the top—like she always does. Bethy stays away from the clubhouse nowadays, but will make an exception every now and then.

The girls round the corner, Meadow pushing her hands into her back pockets. “All unpacked. It’s peaceful here, I don’t know what I was expecting.” She giggles, looking around.

“Probably something like the clubhouse,” I answer, pulling a beer out of the fridge. “Bethy stocked up the cupboards and fridge. I have to go and sort some stuff out back at the clubhouse. It’s not that far away, about a thirty-minute walk. The entire property is fully fenced and heavily surveillanced. You’re safe here.” I walk to Meadow and pull her into me, pushing her hair out of her face. “I won’t be long.” Letting go of her and turning my back, on my way to the door.

“Beast?” she questions and I stop in my tracks.

“Yeah?”

“This… whatever is going on? Can you tell me about it tonight?”

I nod my head and smile. “Yeah baby, I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” I say before walking out the door and getting onto my bike.





“So hang on a minute…” Ripper throws his hands up, leaning into his chair. “I still don’t understand why they haven’t come here and started shit?”

Taking the joint off Flicker, I nod my head. “Yeah, I know. That’s why we need to deal with them once and for all. We also have the Russian’s deal. Preacher’s daughter is Queen A, from Satan’s Vixens MC. I haven’t heard anything from him yet, but when I do, we need to be prepared for his demands. There’s no way they’re getting Nevada.”

“I’ve heard about these crazy bitches. Heard they’ve got hot little snatches, too.” Ripper chuckles under his breath.

I raise my eyebrows and lean into my chair. “Yeah? Well, consider yourself hired. They can be your little side job when Preacher calls in.”

“Fuck yeah. I can handle me a crazy bitch.”

Shaking my head, we all laugh before Sugar lights up his cigarette from his spot at the table. “Jada will be here soon, wants to meet Meadow.”

“Of course, she does,” I answer tediously. “I have a plan. I don’t know why they haven’t come after us, but I plan on going after them. This shit ends this weekend.”

I’m sick of playing this cat and mouse game with them, I have Meadow now and I will destroy anyone who comes near us, The Army included. They built me, I was their strongest and most valued asset and I’m about to blow up their entire spot for my girl.





Walking into the living room, I take a seat on the sofa next to Melissa, who’s watching some reality television show. This place is nice, far nicer than I envisioned. Not to stereotype or anything but when someone says you’ll be staying in a house on club property, you draw a different picture in your head.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask, pulling my legs under myself. It’s almost dark out now and Beast hasn’t been back. I guess he has a lot to fill the other guys in on.

“I’m feeling okay.”

“Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Hella?”

Clearing her throat, she shuffles in her seat uncomfortably. “It’s actually nothing in particular. He just rubs me the wrong way when sex isn’t involved. Yes, we had sex. Drunk, sloppy, raw, sex. It was the night of the bonfire and we were both smashed. I don’t really remember how it even started, all I remember is he was going home on me up against the clubhouse wall outside. Then he dropped me to the ground, tucked his dick away and walked back to the party like I was a club whore. The next day he came to the bakery and didn’t even remember who I was. Since then, I’ve hated him. I still don’t know if he remembers.”