One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(91)

I chance another glance at the pile of rubble and scorching flames, laying a kiss on my two fingers, and I salute the mother I didn’t get the pleasure of knowing.

Walking out the gate, I point to Meadow’s car. “Jada can take your car back. You’re riding with me.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” she answers, throwing the keys at Jada.

I chuckle, handing her my helmet. “Oh, don’t think you’re off the hook. I have plenty ideas on how I’m going to punish you.” I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, her long light brown hair falling like silk around my damaged knuckles. “And trust me, all of them involve you screaming my name until your throat runs dry,” I growl into her ear, my lips running across her earlobe.

Pulling my head back, I smirk at her and she runs her tongue across her lower lip before pulling it into her mouth, sucking it between her teeth. My cock stirs to life, pushing up against my zipper. “Let’s go,” I growl, readjusting myself quickly before swinging my leg over my bike and kick starting her out of there.





I’ve been back in Westbeach for a month now. It’s been a month since the explosion where we lost Nyx and Beast’s mom. I’ve been back to Vegas four times, every weekend since I came home. I say we lost Nyx because I feel like those men are my family now. Those two weeks shaped my life significantly, and at the time, while it was happening, I don’t think I even realized it. I miss Beast more than I care to admit, but I’ve been throwing myself into work to keep my mind busy. The day he took me to his house keeps playing through my mind—what it would be like to live with him. To wake up next to him every day and the thought brings my insides alive. Like a torch being lit from inside an dark empty cave. I’ve managed to catch up with Phoebe a few times since I’ve been back, but she’s so busy these days being a rockstar’s wifey and all. She has a crazy schedule, but I did manage to talk to her about what I should do. Her answer was simple, “Fuck yes, do it! Don’t live your life around pleasing other people, Meadow. You’re a free woman.”

That’s why I love her and that’s why right now, I’m packing up my bag for the last time in this house while I wait for Beast to pick me up. He thinks he’s taking me back to Vegas for the weekend, but I’m thinking a little more permanently. I handed in my notice to the girls at New Home, and as much as they’re going to miss me, they have a steady line of staff now so my departure won’t impact them too hard. I told them I’d stop in there every now and then when I’m back in Westbeach, which will be a lot considering both of my best friends—Melissa and Phoebe—live here. Speaking of Melissa, she’s been a lot better since we’ve been back. She’s apparently been seeing some club bouncer and they have great, non-harmful, sex. Her words, not mine. But I know Melissa, and I see the emptiness in her eyes. Hella challenged her, pushed her. They hated each other with such a raw intensity it could make the entire world uncomfortable, but the roots of that hate came from lust. They drove each other crazy because of it.

A light knock sounds on my door, as I scan around my apartment again. I’ll be keeping this place and coming back to get most of my belongings before putting her up for rent, so nothing is out of the ordinary.

“It’s open,” I yell out from the bedroom where I’m throwing my leather jacket on.

The door opens then closes before I walk into the kitchen area to see Beast standing there, a smile on his face. “Hey, babe.”

I squeal out and run to him, jumping on him and wrapping my legs around his waist. Putting my hands on each cheek, I kiss him softly before pulling back. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, baby,” he growls, his dark eyes softening, his hand skimming down my back and over my ass.

I drop my head into the crook of his neck and inhale him, the smell of leather, burned rubber, musk and soap drifting into my senses, reminding me of home. He’s made up from the perfect ingredients for the perfect potion.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod my head. “Yes, never been more ready.” He takes my hand in his and I put my duffel bag over my chest. I left a lot of my clothes back in Vegas, so I don’t need to pack heavy. Stepping down to the underground parking lot, he pulls out my helmet and passes it to me. Clipping it on, I smile at him. “I missed you.”

He hooks his calloused fingers around mine, pulling me into him. “Fuck, I missed you too, baby.”

I smile, leaning into his embrace. “Let’s go.”