Chapter 7 – Beast
CHAPTER SEVEN
BEAST
I haven’t felt like this since I was a 16 year old kid with my teacher, Miss Winters. All day I have had to sit and watch her move around in that skirt that hugs her curves and highlights her plump ass. I bet my fucking house that almost all the students—boys and girls—have a fucking hard-on for her, and she is completely oblivious. Even that weed, Steven, is walking around with a chubby for her. If he was any more obvious, he would be humping her leg. Even now as I watch her across the bar, dressed down in her pale grey sweats and tank top, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You drool anymore, and I will have to give you one of Enzo’s bibs,” Star says, elbowing me in the side.
I grunt and look down at her. She winks. “That obvious?” I ask, smirking.
“Beast, you may as well piss a circle around her now and claim her as yours. We can all see it. We are just waiting for you to admit it,” she states.
“Oh, I admit it, but I don’t want to scare her off,” I tell her, not that I’ve been subtle.
“Seriously, what are you waiting for? Go for it already. She is in to you. Go ask her out, fuck like rabbits, and claim her,” Star orders. “Jeez, you guys are these big tough bikers, you kill people, blah, blah, blah. But when it comes to women, you are all a bunch of pussies,” she rants. “Nothing good comes from waiting. Well, apart from tantric sex. That shit is off the scale, but the only time I’ve wanted to choke slam Ghost, that teetering on the edge of orgasm and waiting, is enough to make anyone go loco. But the final result, earth shattering. Like mind fucking blown. I swear my leg didn’t stop twitching for a week.” Star tuts, shaking her head.
“Darlin’, as much as I’ve seen you fucking, and believe me, it was an incredible sight. Right now, I don’t want to hear about your incredible sex life,” I state.
“Fair enough, but don’t let Ghost hear you talk about that night. Even though it was his idea, he doesn’t like to be reminded that you’ve seen me being claimed,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, you haven’t gone that long without sex. You were fucking that bunny. What’s her name, gonorrhoea? No, chlamydia, no, that’s not it, syphilis,” she says, clicking her fingers.
“Phillis.” I smirk.
“Close enough, damn, that’s an old name for a young slut. Anyway, you were screwing her, right?” she asks.
“I was. I kicked her out my bed the first night Belle arrived,” I admit.
Star’s mouth hangs open wide. “Oh my god, you are serious. I mean, sure, that was what, a few nights ago. It’s hardly you declaring celibacy for the girl, but good on you!” she praises, like I’ve achieved some kind of greatness.
“Yeah, well, I ain’t making my claim just yet. She saw Phillis that night. I want her to know I’m serious,” I add.
“Just ask her out. You don’t have to sleep with her straight away,” Star suggests. I raise my brow at her suggestion. She shakes her head. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry. I just heard what I said. So, you take her out, you both fuck, you have a great time, then everyone is happy.” She smiles.
“No, I’m not asking her out. I will tell her. I’ve asked before and that hasn’t worked out so well for me in the past. She knows I want her, and she wants me. When I think she’s ready, I will tell her she’s mine,” I state, taking a drink of my beer.
“Damn, hope that works out well for you. If Ghost tries to tell me what to do,” she comments.
“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen what happens when anyone tries to tell you what to do.” I laugh.
Star slaps my arm, laughing. “Look, just don’t leave things too long and miss your chance,” she says, patting my arm before she walks away.
Belle’s eyes flicker across the room to mine, her smile faltering a little as her cheeks heat. She tucks her rich auburn hair behind her ear, and all I can think is if she keeps looking at me in that way, I’m not sure how long I can wait to claim her.
“Church,” Cash says quietly from behind me before he tells the rest of the brothers. Placing my beer down on the bar, I walk into the room to see Ghost sat with a cigarette in his hand. Not a good sign, because he’d actually managed to give up smoking, and now we only ever see him smoking when he is stressed or close to murder, or maybe post-murder, for that matter.
I sit down. “Who has died, or who is going to die?” I ask as the rest of the brothers take their seats.
“Bobby’s been attacked,” he states.
We all frown, confused and shocked. Bobby practically runs that prison. There aren’t many that isn’t on his payroll, and no one is stupid enough to try anything, knowing what the repercussions are.
“Charlie?” I ask.
Ghost nods. “It’s got to be, because no one else is that fucking stupid. He’s okay, currently in hospital, but he’s been scarred,” Ghost states.
“Scarred?” Rage asks.
“Yeah, this was a message. They didn’t intend on killing him. They pinned him down and fucking dragged a blade from above his eye, down to his jaw. When the guards found him, half his cheek was hanging off. They purposefully didn’t damage his eye, so he has to see that scar every time he looks in a mirror,” Ghost says through gritted teeth.
“A reminder. Smart,” Rage adds, nodding his head.
“Brother, it ain’t when it happens to one of our own,” I correct him.
“No, just admiring the technique.” Rage shrugs.
“You’re terrifying, you know that, right?” Hawk asks him.
Rage shrugs. “Dixie just says I’m misunderstood.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Charles Manson probably said the same thing.” Hawk smirks.
We all smirk, apart from Rage, who looks unphased by Hawk’s remark.
“Alright, enough. Bobby called from his hospital bed. He doesn’t want Belle finding out about this,” Ghost states.
“Well, she is going to find out when she sees her dad next, especially when he has a great big fuck off scar down his face,” I point out.
“He knows. He just doesn’t want to worry her yet. For now, if she asks to see her father, then we just say she can’t right now because it’s not safe. No more explanation is necessary. She is to stay here. Not to go out. We are essentially locking her down. If they can get to Bobby like that, then it won’t take them much to find her here,” Ghost explains.
“What about her job? How are we supposed to tell her not to go to that and not explain the reasons why?” I ask.
“We tell her it’s not safe. It’s not a lie. We tell her Bobby warned us, so that’s why she can’t go to work or see her father right now. We just don’t tell her that her father has had his fucking face slashed,” Ghost warns, staring at me.
“What are you warning me for? I ain’t going to tell her,” I snap.
“Because you’ve got feelings for her,” Ghost points out.
“Yeah, he’s feeling fucking erect every time she walks in the fucking room.” Spider laughs.
I flip Spider off. “Firstly, thanks for the lack of trust Pres, really reassuring, and secondly Spider, fuck you.”
Ghost smirks. “Hey, no offence, brother. I just know how hard it is keeping shit from Star. Women are like bloodhounds. If they think you’re keeping shit from them, once they get the slightest scent something ain’t right, they hunt out the damn truth.”
“Ain’t that the fucking truth,” Cash agrees.
“Just the other day, I bought Josie a new vibrator and she practically waterboarded me to find out what I was hiding from her.” Hawk laughs. “She soon shut up when I used it on her.” He smirks.
I shake my head. “Dixie says secrets are bad and that the truth will always come out. Like when she found my collection. Now I just tell her when I’m adding to it.” He shrugs.
“How’s the collection going?” I ask, genuinely intrigued.
“Okay, I have a pair of feet now. So that’s all the outer body parts. I was thinking of organs next, but I would need those jars with the special liquid to keep them from rotting.” He shrugs.
“You ever think about collecting something, oh I don’t know, normal? Like cards, or stamps? Even fucking taxidermy animals is less weird,” Hawk states. All of us are staring at Rage with a ‘what the fuck’ expression. He’s a good brother, the best. He’s loyal and he would never hurt a soul that didn’t deserve it, but the dude has some serious serial killer vibes.
“I don’t like stamps,” Rage answers.
“Well, that ends that. Remember, say nothing. I will be going to visit Bobby over the next few days so I will know more then.” Ghost bangs the gavel down. “Now fuck off.”
I walk out of the room and immediately notice Belle isn’t in the bar. “She’s gone to bed!” Star yells over to me. I nod and turn, walking down the hall.
I don’t knock on her door. I just open it and walk in, just as she’s taking off her sweats. They drop to the floor as she turns, her face stunned.
“What the hell?!” she screeches.
I shut the door behind me. My eyes sweep up her legs, to her skimpy lace panties that barely cover her full round ass. She crosses her arms over her chest looking pissed.
“Beast!” she yells.
My lips twitch, fighting back a smile. I am enjoying seeing her all riled up. “I came to tell you that you can’t go to work tomorrow,” I tell her.
She scrunches up her nose in that cute, confused way she does. “What? Why?” she asks.
“Your dad rang. It’s not safe. He didn’t say much else, but those are the orders. So, you need to ring and ask for some time off or something,” I state.
She sighs. “I can’t.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “I’m a newly qualified teacher, and if I ask for time off now, they will just sack me.”
“They can’t do that,” I state.
“They can. They can’t have unreliable teachers. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am. I worked to gain the respect of the pupils,” she rants. “God damn it!” she growls, pacing.
I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her flush to me. Wrapping my left arm around her back, I place my hand on the base of her spine, just where her ass begins to curve. I reach down and tuck her hair back behind her ear with my other hand.
“If they don’t give you time off, then that ain’t the school for you. If there was any way around it, then I would say, but beautiful, keeping you safe is my priority,” I explain.
Her face softens a little, and her lips part slightly as she slowly glides her tongue along her bottom lip. I want to kiss her, take her mouth and claim it, own it, but not yet. Cupping her face, I lean closer. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips purse, expecting a kiss, but I bypass her lips and place a soft lingering kiss on her neck. Her fragrance goes straight to my dick.
She sucks in a shuddery breath, and my control slips slightly. Wanting a taste of her, I open my mouth slightly and allow my tongue to teasingly sweep across her skin before I place another kiss on the same area.
I lean back, and her eyes slowly open. “Goodnight, beautiful,” I say before stepping back and walk out of her room, all the while being rock fucking hard and having bluer balls than the fucking ocean.