One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(70)

Jada laughs. “She’s asleep in the living room.”

I look down at my phone and grin. “I better get home.”

“I’ll drive you,” Bethy says, standing from her seat.

I smile at her and hand her my keys. “Thank you. You can bring my car back here. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

She nods her head. “All right.”

I look over at Melissa, who’s sprawled out on the sofa. “Should I?”

Jada laughs, shaking her head. “She’ll be fine there.”

Nodding my head, I pick up my handbag and pull Jada in for a hug. “Thank you for tonight.”

“No problem.” She smiles, squeezing me.

Reaching my car, I laugh at my attempts at trying to find the door handle. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Bethy. I’m a bit drunk.”

She laughs, opening the door for me. “It’s okay, love, hop in.”

I slide in and pull my belt on. When she takes a seat, I turn to her. “So you knew Beast’s mom?”

She smiles gently, trying to find the key. I laugh and take them off her. “It’s keyless. Just push the button.”

She laughs shyly, before starting it up. “Yes, I did.”

I nod my head. “What was she like?”

Putting my car into first, she smiles again, pulling out of Jada’s driveway. “She was beautiful and very, very, intelligent. I never understood what she saw in Luce. Aside from his looks, he was a bad man back then, before Beast came into his life he was ruthless, had nothing to lose.”

I nod my head. “You believe she’s still alive?”

She nods her head, just as we pull up to the house. “I believe she’s alive. Yes.”

After thanking Bethy, I reach the door and swing it open, darkness taking over my already unstable eyes.

“Shit,” I whisper, pulling out my phone so I can use it as a light. I didn’t even bother to see if Beast’s bike was here. Once I find the stairs, I step on the first step before realizing this is just not going to work, I’m too drunk. Dropping to my hands and knees, I begin crawling up the stairs, laughing at myself in the process. I reach the top step and bang into legs. “Ouch!” I moan, rubbing my head.

“Beast?” I ask, trying to look up at him from my position. My eyes scan up light washed ripped jeans that are unbuttoned, hanging low, his trail disappearing underneath. Swallowing down the saliva that has built in my mouth, I carry on my travel. When I pass his ripped tanned chest, I reach his face that’s covered by his skull bike mask and just as I’m about to bite my lip, my weight shifts tilting me back, almost falling down the stairs. His hand wraps around my arms as he pulls me to my feet. Biting down on my lower lip, I smile up at him. “Is this your way of paying me back for tying you up?” I knew he’d get me back one day for tying him up, but this is playing dirty. He knows how much I love that mask. Don’t ask because I don’t know why.

Maybe I’m a little more twisted than I thought? Wrapping his hands behind my thighs, he picks me up and walks me to the bedroom. I slide my hands over his arms, my drunken mind taking my body hostage. I push my head into the crook of his neck, drawing my tongue out and running it over his scar down his neck slowly before nipping it. His body tenses his arms squeezing me. Walking into the room, he rips my top over my nipples, sucking one into his mouth roughly before kicking the door shut behind us and throwing me onto the bed. In our world of shattered reflections that look back at us, I’m the girl who wants to dance with the devil.





We’ve been here for almost a week now and I’m in the shower scrubbing up when I hear my phone ring on the bathroom counter. Pulling the curtain out of my way, I quickly jump out of the shower and answer it when I see it’s Beast.

“Hey! What’s up?” I say breathlessly down the phone.

“Meadow…” he growls and my shoulders stand to alert.

“Yes?”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“What? No, you perve. I’m in the shower,” I scowl down the phone but my mouth tips to a curve on its own admission. “You calling just to ask that, or is there another reason?”

He chuckles down the phone. “Another reason. Jada is going to join the training tonight, I need to see you in action.”

“Okay,” I say, pushing my wet hair out of my face.

“It’s fine, nothing serious, but I need to see where you are in a fight.”

Huffing out, I take a seat on the side of the bath. “She’s going to totally kick my ass.”

He smiles down the phone. “No, she’s not. I’ll be up there soon. I have something to talk to you about, too.”