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Jada smiles. “His dad is from our Australian chapter. They’re Garret’s favorite, so he sends them in his parcels once a month. Too bad he can’t send time,” she whispers sadly, taking a drink of her drink.

Our night rolls by smoothly, we laugh and all relax into each other’s company. It’s a little over midnight when I look around for Melissa. “Where is she?” I say over the music that’s playing.

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.”

“Oh?” I say, straightening my back. “Good or bad?”

“Bit of both. Come down and bring Melissa.”

“She’s not leaving the house.”

“Make her.”

“Why? She just can’t wait to get home.” I haven’t had time to actually miss my home yet.

“Yeah well, that’d be sooner rather than later,” he states. “I gotta go, come down and try to bring Melissa.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

Hanging up my phone, I walk out into my bedroom and throw on the little black spandex shorts, sports bra, and a loose tank top, before walking downstairs to find Melissa on the sofa watching
Breaking Bad.
I laugh. “Which season are you up to?”

She turns the volume down on the remote. “Season four! I think I love
Jesse Pinkman
.”

I scrunch up my face, shaking my head. “No, Melissa. Just. No.”

She nods her head. “Yes. ‘
Move me further, bitch.’
The man has the keys to my heart. Anyway,” she says, standing from the sofa, her hair falling all over the place. “When can we go home? I’m tired of hiding here.”

“You don’t have to hide here. And besides, don’t you want to come and watch Jada kick my ass tonight?”

She pauses. “You’re fighting Jada! Beast
will not
let that happen.”

I shake my head. “No, she’s training me. Beast wants to know where I’m at.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll come.”

“Good,” I say, slapping her ass. “Get changed we’re going down to the compound now.”

“I don’t want to,” she moans, her shoulders sagging.

“I don’t care. Go get pretty. I miss my friend.”

She smiles, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, I’ve been a terrible friend. But Beast has been keeping you company.”

“You smell. Shower, then we’ll go.”

She laughs before running off upstairs and taking a shower.

Shaking my head, I walk to the fridge and pull out a bottled water before taking the keys from the table. “You ready?” I ask as she walks down the stairs in all of her Melissa glory. “You look hot, babe. I’m surprised you haven’t bedded any of the other guys. Hannibal’s beard? Damn,” I say with a smile, nudging her, attempting to get her into a better mood.

She laughs, throwing her hair up in a high pony-tail. “Yeah, they’re all hot to boot, and trust me, I did try. But none of them will touch me. Bikers, Meadow. I can’t even score a biker… who by the way, sleep with those beautiful club whores all day. That’s probably why.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s why,” I mumble under my breath as we walk out the door and make our way to the compound.

 

 

Pulling up to the clubhouse, it’s in full blast by the looks of it. Music playing and people everywhere. Jada’s car is parked up beside the bikes, so I pull in next to her and jump out. Melissa stays rooted in her seat and I kneel down, peeking into her. “Get. Out.”

She chews on her lip nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Melissa. Let’s get you a drink and then you can watch Jada beat my ass. Come on.”

“For the record…” she states, finally getting out from the passenger seat, “...if she does, I’ll have to jump in.”

I laugh, hooking my elbow in with hers. “I love you. You know that, right? And screw Hella. He doesn’t deserve you. Let me work something.” I wink at her and her eyes narrow.

“What are you up to?”

I laugh, tapping my nose. “You’ll see.”

We’re both laughing when we walk into the clubhouse and see it choc-o-block filled with bikers, half naked women, and more bikers.

There are more?

Sighing, I squeeze Melissa into me. “Maybe just stay by me. I don’t know who these people are, but they must be fine or Beast wouldn’t have told us to come down.”

“Fine for you, you’re claimed by the Devil himself,” she states.

Monster sized hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. “Damn straight she’s been claimed by the Devil himself,” he growls into my hair and my nipples stand to life instantly. Turning in his arms, I wrap my fingers behind his neck and stand up on my tippy toes which only take me to just under his neck. He’s six foot four and I’m five foot six, that’s a bit of a drop.

“Hey baby,” I coo and he picks me up effortlessly off the floor before placing me back down.

“Come, both of you. Melissa, you’re Meadow’s friend. You’re protected here, you should know that?”

She smiles, nodding her head. “Thank you, Beast.”

He nods his head before carrying on his walk. His walking comes to a halt and he spins around to face Melissa again. “Close your eyes.”

She scoffs. “I can handle whatever it is that’s happening, Beast. You’re not the first bikers I’ve been around.”

She pushes him out of the way and I watch her face as it crumbles to a million little pieces in front of me. Following her line of sight, I see Hella leaning back on the sofa, his arms spread out and his legs spread wide. There’s a girl’s head bobbing up and down on his lap and his eyes are zoned right onto Melissa. A small smirk crawls out on his mouth as his eyelids hood and his fist wraps around the girl’s hair, pushing her down harder. I tilt my head to the side and watch as his eyes drag all over Melissa’s body. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s getting off on Melissa right now, not the skank sucking on his lap.

Beast pulls me into him. “She gonna be okay?”

I look over at Melissa to see her shoulders square and a smirk on her face. It’s not a playful smirk though, it’s a you-fucked-up-and-now-I’m-going-to-fuck-you-up smirk.

I’d be scared if I was Hella.

“Yeah, look. Give me a second.” I smile up at Beast and he nods his head. “I’ll be over there. Don’t venture far. Actually, don’t go anywhere.”

I nod my head and bring my attention back to Melissa. “Hon? Are you okay?”

She smiles at me, her eyes glassed over but her smile is not faltering. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. I’m just going to do something real quick.”

Walking to Hannibal, I kneel down in front him while he’s talking with Nyx, Ripper, and Skid—the prospect.

“All right,” I start, looking at all of them. “Hella told you to stay away from Melissa, didn’t he?”

They all look around at each other. “Yeah,” Nyx states, smiling. “Why?”

“And you listen?” I scold them and they all lean back into their seats. I calm myself down a notch. “Don’t listen,” I say, taking a stand and crossing my arms in front of myself. “Go full buffet on her, if that’s what she wants.”

They all sit there silently.

“Now,” I whisper harshly and they all stand to their feet, Nyx making it over there first and I chuckle to myself. Nyx is delicious, if I were single or whatever. I’m not interested in anyone let alone any of the guys, but I am a woman.

Walking over to Beast, who’s sitting down beside Hella, who’s finished getting his junk sucked, I slump down next to Beast where he pulls me into him. “What’s going on tonight? It’s packed out.”

“That’s what I need to talk to you about.” He smiles, pulling me under him more.

Hella laughs around the rim of his beer and I peek around Beast to scowl at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Has Melissa gone home?” he asks, eyebrows raised as if he did that to
make
her leave. Unfortunately, my friend has the stubbornness to fill the whole state of Alaska.

I shake my head. “You’re such a turd, Hella.”

His wide grin spreads out across his mouth. “A turd?” Before clutching his stomach and laughing.

“I’m not laughing with you. You made my best friend sad. You’re lucky I don’t chop your dick clean off.”

“Oh baby, you wouldn’t know what to do around my dick.”

I laugh. “You’re right, because first I’d have to actually find it.”

Beast laughs and pulls me in tighter. “All right, shut the fuck up. The only dick that should be coming out of your mouth is mine.”

I catch movement in the corner of my eyes and see it’s Melissa and Nyx all over each other. N.E.R.D
‘She Wants to Move’
comes pounding through the speakers and I have to hold back a laugh at the lyrics. Bringing my eyes back to Hella, he’s fixed on both of them, his jaw flexing.

“Hella,” I warn. “Leave her alone.”

He shakes his head, bringing his eyes to me. “Fuck that!” Pushing himself off the sofa and making his way outside, I look to Beast and he narrows his eyes at me.

“Don’t stir the pot, baby. You’ll get someone killed.”

“I wasn’t, but he deserves it.”

Wrapping his hands into mine, he pulls me up. “Come on. We’ll head over.”

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