Chapter 4 – Beast
CHAPTER FOUR
BEAST
Standing outside of the prison, waiting for Belle to finish seeing her dad, I feel tense.
“So, when I said off limits, as in don’t fucking go there, you decide that’s a green light to fucking go there?!” Ghost snaps.
“Nothing happened,” I argue.
Ghost scoffs. “You expect me to believe that when you practically ran after her like a little fucking lap dog, and then come back in holding her fucking hand in front of her father?!”
I shake my head. “Nothing has happened,” I repeat, feeling pissed off.
Ghost throws his arms up in the air. “I swear, what is it with you lot? I say off limits, don’t fucking go there, and you all fucking go there!” he fumes.
I laugh, as does Hawk. Ghost pins us with his ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ glare. “Look, fuck, honest truth, nothing has happened, but...” I pause. Ghost’s facial expression darkens. “What if it did after today?” I ask.
Hawk bursts out laughing. “Fucking brother, you got a death wish. First, you piss off the pres, then you’re going to go fuck Bobby’s daughter and piss him off. Damn brother, you are a fucking moron.”
I flip him off. “I don’t mean just a fuck. What if I wanted her, like wanted her?” I ask. “Am I clear to claim her?” I ask.
Ghost frowns. “You barely fucking know her,” he argues.
I shrug. “And you barely knew Star and yet you marked your territory on her from the first day you saw her. I’m not saying I will claim her, but I am intrigued.”
Ghost pinches the bridge of his nose, “Fine, but your dick stays in your pants unless you want to claim her. Understood? I will not have Bobby’s daughter fucking heartbroken because you fucked her and then decided she wasn’t for you.”
I smile. “My dick will remain firmly in my pants,” I state, patting my crotch. “So, what else did Bobby have to say while I was gone?” I ask, changing the subject to something a little more serious.
“We got the full name and description of this Charlie. Bobby wants us to stay at the house, but like I said to him, Charlie doesn’t know our good friendship, nor will he know what Belle looks like now. So, she will be safe staying at the club until we can hunt this guy down and hand him over to Bobby,” Ghost explains.
As Ghost finishes explaining, the large metal gates open and the last of the visitors walk out, including Belle. I watch as her hips sway with each step, and the way her rich auburn hair flows behind her in the wind. She squints in the sun, looking at us as she approaches. She comes to a stop in front of me and looks up. She’s not short for a woman, 5 feet 7 inches, maybe 5 foot 8 inches, yet she only hits my chest.
“I’m going to need some of my stuff,” she states.
I nod. “Ghost?” I call out, looking across at him. “What about her stuff?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Depends how much of a crime scene you guys made her place when you shot the guy in the dick. Probably best to go late at night; no lights, no bikes, no cuts,” he orders.
I turn my attention back to her. “You good with having a late night, or do you want us brothers to do it on your behalf? Although, I should warn you, I’m not that great when it comes to fashion,” I say, shrugging.
“I’m fine with going, gives me something to do. Plus, even though I’m technically stuck with you guys for a while, I would still like to look nice,” she points out.
“Okay, well let’s head back because I’m fucking starving,” I say, patting my stomach. I catch her lips twitching, fighting back a smile. “There something you want to say?” I ask her as we walk to the trucks.
“Beast by name, and by nature, huh?” she asks, choking back her own laugh.
“Oh darlin’, you have no fucking idea,” I whisper in her ear, making her stop in her tracks. I laugh and continue walking. “Well, come on!” I call back to her.
“Why the fuck are you all dressed in black, looking like you’re about to go on a diamond heist?” I ask as I walk back into the bar at 1 am to take Belle to get her stuff, along with Hawk, but there is no sign of Hawk, but stood there all in black is Star, Maggie, Dixie, and Josie.
“We are coming with you. We are Fashion Ensemble!” Star yells, pumping her fist in the air. “We fight crimes against fashion, we fight socks with sandals, and we rescue clothes held hostage,” she states in a cinematic voice.
I smirk and shake my head. They are all dressed in skin-tight zip up black cat suits, with stiletto boots. “I feel like I’m at some weird porno audition, and you’re not coming.”
Star huffs and places her hands on her hips. “We are.”
“You’re not,” I counter.
“We are!” she snaps back.
“Does Ghost know?” I ask.
“Maybe,” she answers coyly.
“That’s a no then, and there isn’t any room in the truck for all of you,” I add as I pull out my cell. I take a picture of them all and send it to Ghost. Within seconds, my cell rings.
I put it on speaker. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Ghost yells down the speaker.
Star crosses her arms over her chest. “Snitch,” she hisses at me.
“In England, we would call him a grass, as in he’s grassed us up,” Josie adds.
“Star!” Ghost yells.
“Look, we are just going to help Belle get her clothes back. With all of us, we will be in and out so much quicker than if it was just her and the guys. Plus, I will wear this when we get home, and you can fuck me in it,” Star says bluntly.
“Jesus, Star,” Maggie groans.
“Fine, but Beast?” Ghost calls out.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Anything happens to her, I will kill you,” Ghost says before disconnecting.
I look at Dixie. “You can’t tell me that Rage let you come on this trip?” I ask her.
She smiles. “He did. He said that he has some collecting to do, and that it makes it easier if I’m not around, as he has to hide it.” She beams. Jesus, she is sweet, but she’s just as batshit crazy as him.
“Oh, that’s sweet. What does he collect? I can always have a look down the flea market when I go next,” Josie offers.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck me.” I groan. “Josie, you won’t ever find what he collects at any market. Let’s just leave it at that.”
I hear the clicking of boots approaching behind me. I turn around and feel like my jaw hits the floor. Belle walks in, trying to pull the zip up further over her cleavage.
“Guys, I just don’t think I can get away with wearing this. I can barely fit it over my bust,” she mumbles, not looking up.
“I think you look sexy as fuck!” Star claps.
Belle looks up and sees me stood there. “Oh,” she says, her cheeks turning a little pink.
“What in the fuck? I literally make sure Maisy is settled with Queenie and come back to what, a porno?” Hawk asks, a shocked expression on his face as he walks into the bar.
“See?” I point out. “Apparently, they are all to come with us, which means I will have to take the van. Only way we will get them all in,” I add.
Hawk’s eyes are too focused on Josie. “Yeah, whatever,” he says, not giving a shit.
“Ready?” Belle asks me.
I nod, gritting my jaw tight and gesture for her to lead the way, which was a mistake, because if I thought the outfit looked insanely fucking hot from the front, the way the skin-tight black material clings to her hips and her ass. Fuck me.
Driving the van, they are all in the back, cackling. “Skip this song. Play ‘Runs the world’ by Beyonce!” Star orders.
Hawk skips the track until that song comes on. He turns the volume up and starts singing along with the women. I give him a side stare. “Brother, don’t be hating the queen,” he says before he continues to sing.
I just try to focus on driving, fighting the urge to drive full speed into oncoming traffic.
We turn down the street and Hawk turns the music off. “Aww!” they all protest.
“You don’t shut up, you will be waiting in the van,” I snap.
“Ooooh, listen to her,” Star mocks. She leans over and pats my shoulder. “I’m sorry. Just relax. We are just getting some clothes. Let us live a little,” she pleads.
I sigh. “I know, but fuck, if one of these uptight nosey neighbours catch us, we will all be chucked in a cell, and I don’t fancy getting my face smashed in by your man.”
Star gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Right ladies, it’s time, Fashion Ensemble. We go in and we get the essentials. I’m talking jeans, dresses, underwear, then we get the accessories,” she orders like she’s sending in the special forces.
“And my shampoo and lotions,” Belle adds.
“Right, bathroom shit, too,” Star states.
I slow the van down to a gentle stop. “Right ladies, we go in, we be quiet, and we get out. No fuss,” I add.
Before I can finish the sentence, they’ve already climbed out of the van and are running up the drive. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful in my life.” Hawk smirks as we watch them run in their ridiculous high heels and skin-tight catsuits.
“Come on, I don’t trust them,” I state as I open the van door.
“Good point,” Hawk agrees, and we follow them inside. They all have their torches while grabbing items and shoving them in bags. I walk over to the window and pull the curtains shut, and Hawk does the same. If the neighbours look out and see loads of flashlights through the window, then they are sure to call the police.
“2 minutes and we are out,” I instruct. I walk over to a set of draws and pull it open.
“Ah, not that draw,” Belle protests.
I look at her and smile as I reach in, pulling out her pink vibrator. I raise my brow at her. Even in the barely lit room, I can see the embarrassment on her face.
“Pack it,” I demand quietly as I hand it to her.
She swallows and takes it without protest, placing it in her bag before scurrying off out of the room.
I smile. This is going to be fun.