One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(80)

The front door opens up, the space filling with Beast as he walks through with Skid following close behind him, and Hella carrying Melissa up the stairs over his shoulder. I stand to my feet quickly. Beast comes to me, pulling me into his body. “It’s okay, he’s just taking her to bed. She got a bit too fucking drunk tonight.”

Exhaling, I sag into him. “I need to take her home.”

He nods his head. “Maybe. She’s causing a bit of a stir with Hella.” He looks down to Layla and she shakes her head. “I figured, it’s okay. It was bound to happen.”

I look between Beast and Layla. “What? You, and Hella?” She nods her head, drinking the rest of her wine. “We weren’t official or anything. I was just his favorite whore.” She smiles sadly and my heart drops for her. I haven’t known her for long, but from the time I have spent with her—all of two hours—she’s a down to earth fun loving girl.

When she’s not whacking off bikers.

Beast runs his hands down to my waist, taking a seat on the sofa before pulling me down to him. “It was more than that and you know it,” he answers before looking back to me.

Layla shrugs. “Well, that doesn’t matter. I just want him to be happy. Club whores are disposable. Melissa seems nice enough.”

I laugh awkwardly, my body tensing as Beast drops his hand down to my hip, his thumb running in circles, my thighs clench together involuntarily and a deep chuckle escapes his mouth.

Asshole.

“Yeah, club whores are, but you’re not a club whore, Layla. Anyway, Hella will take you back to the clubhouse,” He says, his head coming up to the doorway where Hella is standing.

“She’s asleep,” Hella declares his face somber.

“She all right?” I ask. Hella with that look on his face is not something that comes by often.

He nods. “Yeah, she wants to go home, though.”

“I know. I might take her back tomorrow.”

Beast squeezes me, bringing his face down to my ear. “I said we’ll talk about it.”

“To drop her off at home,” I answer back.

Hella nods. “Yeah, I think that might be best.”

“Sudden change of heart?”

His eyes meet mine and a small smile pulls on his lips. “Oh baby, heart was never in this equation. More like sudden change of cock.”

“All right,” Layla states, pulling herself up from the couch. “Come on you, time to take you home.” She walks over to Hella, gripping onto his arm. Seeing them together seems almost natural, uncomplicated. They make sense, where he and Melissa have been nothing but messy. They confuse the shit out of me, and to be honest, I think I’d prefer he be with Layla than Melissa. He’s messed with her head enough.

Layla comes up to me and pulls me in for a hug. “Thank you so much for tonight.”

I smile at her. “No problem.” Asha walks beside Hella and glances up to Beast and then back to me. She smiles, nodding her head. “Thanks, Meadow. We’ll see you tomorrow?”

I nod, offering her a smile in return before they both stride out with Hella.

Turning in Beast’s arms, I drop my head into his chest. “Layla is really nice.”

He chuckles his chest jolting under my cheek. “Yeah, she is. We have an issue, though,” he says.

“Come on.” He gestures, taking my hand in his and pulling me toward the bedroom. “We need to talk.”





After I had a quick shower and slipped into my pajama shorts and tank, I slide under the covers with Beast already in there, the bedside lamp on, displaying all his taut muscles.

“So,” I say, flipping onto my side. “What did you want to talk about?”

He brings his arms up under his head. “Three things…” he starts, keeping his eyes locked on the roof. “First thing is me and the boys are riding out tomorrow.”

“Riding where?” I ask, propping myself up on my hand, my hair falling to the side.

“To sort this shit out once and for all with The Army.”

“What?” I ask horrified. “Isn’t that a little dangerous and a little too soon?” When he said they were sorting it out a few nights ago, I thought he meant in the near future, not in two nights.

He shakes his head. “No, not too soon. We have it planned out.”

He unhooks his arm from behind his neck and pulls me onto him. Resting my palm on his smooth chest, I lay my head on his arm. “What if something happens?”

He chuckles. “Well, that’s where the second thing comes in.” I laugh lightly, peering up at him from my position, his strong jaw clenching.

“See…” he begins, throwing me on top so I’m straddling him. I squeal out in surprise, pressing on his chest to help me up. “If you say you’ll stay with me, at least I’ll die a happy man.” He’s smirking now, his playful smile pulling at me deep.