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By:Amo Jones


She swallows, narrowing her eyes. “I said that I was sorry, Hella.”

Hella chuckles a sadistic laugh and brings his lips onto hers. “I thought you liked to be thrown around, baby. What? Didn’t feel the same because it wasn’t with a devil?”

She snatches her head out of his grasp, crossing her arms in front of her.

Hella steps back, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “I’ll get Ripper.”

Clearing my throat, I run my eyes down Layla and Asha’s body. “Do you girls want to come and get tidied up? Jada can take us in my car.”

They both look at Beast whose body stills. I raise my hand up, placing it on his arm. “I’ll get them tidied up. You…” I fluff my hands around out the front of me, “…do what you need to do. Okay?”

He cracks his neck. “Yeah, all right.”

“Okay, let me go and get Jada,” I say, pulling my keys out of my back pocket and handing them to Layla. “Go and wait in my car. It’s that one there. Won’t be a sec.”

I turn around and begin walking over to the barn when I feel my weight lifted up. Beast cradles me like a baby. “I won’t be long. And don’t go anywhere without kissing me.” He smirks, running his lips over mine and kissing me hard.

Pulling away, I laugh. “All right, I’ll see you a little later.”

He places me back down and I catch the odd glares coming from Layla, Shelby, and Asha, but Hella is just standing there with a crooked grin watching us.

Shooing him away, I turn in my steps and pace over to the barn. Walking through, Hannibal stumbles over to me, hooking his arm around the back of my neck. “Woah, big guy, I can’t hold you up!” His beard seems longer. Hannibal is attractive, he reminds me of a caveman, raw, rough and powerful.

“I know, I know.” He corrects himself, standing to his feet. “I’m real happy for you and Beast.” He smiles before walking, or should I say stumbling back to the other men.

Shaking my head, I zoom in on Jada and make my way to her. “Hey, can you drive us home? I just need to find Melissa.”

She nods her head. “Yeah, for sure. Come on, and Melissa is over there.” She stands from the bar, nudging her head toward Melissa, who’s talking to someone from another chapter. She takes her jacket and I pick up mine from the stool I was sitting on, watching her closely.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” she questions with a cocked eyebrow, pulling her hair out of the back of her jacket.

“Ask you what?” I say, zipping up my hoodie.

“Ask about Beast and Shelby?”

I shake my head. “No, if I have anything I want to know, I can ask him.”

She smiles, linking her elbow with mine. “I’m so glad you said that.”

I laugh as we walk up to Melissa. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”

“Have you seen his house?” Jada asks, whispering into my ear.

“Whose house? Beast? No, I haven’t. Does he live here?”

She laughs, leaning back into my ear. “No, he doesn’t. He lives in Summerlin West, it’s really… different to here.”

“Okaayy?” I say, glancing between her and the floor. “Different, how?”

We reach Melissa and she turns to us. “Hey! This is Bullet.” She points to the man standing next to her, sporting a Devil’s Own MC cut.

I smile. “Hi. Hey, we need to head off. I’m taking a couple of girls back.”

She looks to Bullet then looks back to me.

“You Beast’s Old lady?” he asks, head cocked, running his hand through his long beard.

Clearing my throat, I nod and say, “Yes,” smiling at him before looking back to Melissa. “You coming?” She looks back to Bullet and he smirks at her. I run my eyes to Jada nervously, and she smiles with her eyebrows raised. “Come on, Bullet. You coming or what? Don’t beat around the bush, I have a kid to get home to.”

Melissa raises her eyebrows at him questionably and I shake my head. “Melissa…”

“He’s coming,” she answers, wrapping her hand into his.

Jesus, what the hell is going on with her?

Hella has sent her overboard. Maybe she should have never come, she should have stayed at her damn fancy boutique bakery making fluffy pies and humming along to Dr Dre.

Jada and I begin walking back to the entryway with Melissa and Bullet following behind us.

I whisper to Jada just before we hit the door, “Is there a cure for slut?”

She laughs, swinging her head back. “Unfortunately, I think her cure is standing outside with Beast.”

Shaking my head, I exhale. “Yeah, I don’t know how that even happened the first time.”