“Fuck that shit. She’s up here,” Jan slurs, pointing at Beth. It’s obvious she’s been hitting the bottle. I can see my man cringe. He’s embarrassed of this shit and should be. This bitch is a piece of work.
“We’re going over the information she gave Torch so we can try to end this lockdown and war before it hits,” Beast explains.
“Yeah, that little bitch is good at being a narc.”
“I didn’t—” Beth tries to defend, but I squeeze her to get her to hush. She owes this cow jack-shit.
“Tell that to Marker, you bitch! Did you know they kicked him out of the club? They beat the fuck out of him because of you. He had to be carried back to his apartment! All because of your prissy ass!”
Beth tenses up in my arms. I’ve had enough.
“He was beat down for betraying his club,” I growl. “He got the same fucking thing you deserved, but Beast saved your ass. Why he keeps doing that, I don’t fucking know. But you better listen well, Jan: you so much as look at Beth or breathe near her, not even his ass will save you from here on out. You get me, bitch?”
This time, it’s Beth who calms me. Her hand cups the side of my neck and her thumb grazes over the vein and pulse point.
“Let’s go, Jan,” Beast says when she doesn’t respond with anything but looks of hate. She jerks away from him, pulling away so hard she nearly falls. She staggers and finally steadies herself.
“Fuck that. I don’t want you around me. If I have to look at your fucking face again, I’m going to scream. I was only getting you off because you were giving me money and shit. I can’t stand to look at you. You’re always touching me, wanting to fuck. It makes me sick. You make me sick. You’re a weak-ass little boy. I couldn’t even stand the smell of your breath if it wasn’t for the money you give me!”
“Jan, let’s go back downstairs. Annabelle—”
“Annabelle isn’t even yours! You didn’t even know! You’re so stupid you didn’t even realize I was fucking your brother every time your dumb ass wasn’t around!”
“Jan!”
“Sometimes he fucked me when you were there. Didn’t know that, did you? You’d be in there watching your football games and your brother would be in the bathroom fucking me against the wall and getting me off in ways you can never fucking manage! He’s Annabelle’s dad! Not you! You should have been the one to die in that fucking prison riot. You. Not him! Terry was more of a man than you’ll ever be!”
Beast lets off a guttural scream that sounds like it’s torn from his very soul—and it probably is. Beth hides her face into my neck and I can’t blame her. I wish I wasn’t here to witness my brother’s misery. Someone needs to pinch that bitch’s neck. Beast slams his fist into the wall mere centimeters from Jan’s head. I think that might have sobered the woman up because she suddenly seems to be smart enough to look scared. She should be. Beast is one of the most controlled people that I’ve ever met. My brother is fucking raw right now, and after the news he just got, who knows how in the fuck he will react.
“Get this fucking bitch out of my sight before I kill her!” Beast screams. I motion over to Sabre, who grabs Jan and drags her off, though she’s obviously not fighting that hard. I think it’s finally hit her what the fuck she just did. Beast yells again and slams his fist right back into the wall.
“Brother,” Torch says. Beast turns around to look at him, and the look in my man’s eyes nearly guts me.
“Annabelle is mine,” he growls. “She’s mine. I’d know if she wasn’t.” But he’s not looking at Torch; he’s looking at me.
“I know she is,” I respond. “Anyone who’s seen that little girl knows she’s yours, Beast.” I’m not talking about biologically because, knowing that lying cunt, this was the one time she was telling the truth. Regardless, Beast is her dad in all the ways that count. He’s been both mom and dad to that little girl.
“She’s mine, Boss. I don’t give a fuck what that bitch said. She’s mine. She was just drunk.”
“I know.”
“I got to get out for a while. I can’t be here. I can’t be around her right now,” Beast growls slamming his fist back into the wall. The good news about that is, instead of three separate holes, there’s just one big one.
“Torch, you and K-Rex go with him. Stay with him. Watch his back and your own.”
They get up and follow Beast out the door. The room stays silent for a few minutes.
“I hate her,” Beth whispers.
“We all do,” Pistol grunts, and for the first time in forever I’m in perfect agreement with the bastard.
My life has been fucked up for over four years. I got between that bitch’s legs one night without using a condom, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. The men bitched at me all the time. They thought I was being pussy-whipped, but that wasn’t it. I wasn’t like them; talking to women didn’t come easy for me.