Chapter 19 – Beast
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BEAST
My phone rings again for the fifth time. “You are going to have to answer it at some point,” Belle says, lifting her head from my chest to look at me. I stroke her hair from her face.
“I’m just enjoying this too much to answer whatever shit is on the end of that call,” I state honestly. She smiles and places a kiss on my chest. “You feeling okay? Sore?” I ask, worried. We fucked 3 times last night, which for anyone they would be sore, because my dick is a lot to handle, but especially for it being her first time.
Her cheeks heat a little and she rolls her eyes. “Yes, I’m a little sore, but I will be okay.”
I’m about to say something, but I’m cut off when my phone rings again. Belle reaches over, picks it up, and hands it to me. I sigh and answer it. “Yeah?”
“About fucking time!” Ghost snaps down the line. “Firstly, is she with you?” he asks.
“Yeah, she’s here,” I reply.
“Good, because the GPS tracker for my truck is a quarter of a mile from yours.” He sighs with relief. He can be an asshole, but he cares really.
“Yeah, it’s on my road, in the ditch. The bad weather last night skidded it off the road,” I explain.
“Fuck. She good? Damage to the truck?” he asks.
“She’s fine, and I don’t know about the truck. I will go and take a look when I get out of bed,” I answer.
Ghost grunts. “Fine. I will hit up a replacement. I take it you told her everything?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I answer, watching Belle get up from the bed completely naked, her beautiful big round ass tempting me. She looks over her shoulder and smiles, shaking her head before walking into the bathroom.
“And there goes another one of us.” He sighs. “Listen, Cash thinks he has a location on Charlie. We are going to head over there later tonight. You want her to stay at the club while we check it out?” he asks. “Or at ours? Star is having Maggie, Josie, and Dixie round,” he states.
“Not Queenie?” I counter.
“Nah, she is still a bit salty with her for grassing them in about their girls’ night.” He laughs.
“Okay. I will drop her off at yours,” I state.
“Good.” I hear him walk around and close a door. “Please tell me you didn’t tell her about the threat?” he asks.
“Of course I fucking didn’t. Jesus. She just knows it’s dangerous, and about her father being in hospital That’s all,” I state. I’m not stupid. If she knew everything, she wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, fearing for her own life.
“Good, fuck. If Bobby was awake, he would be losing his shit right now. I don’t know why Charlie has this obsession with her. It’s fucked up, right?” Ghost asks.
“Yeah Pres, it ain’t right. I get that she’s next in line, but fuck, that ain’t her. Bobby knows, everyone knows that, and unless he appoints someone else, the business dies with him. It would make more sense to go after Bobby’s men,” I point out.
“I hear you. I can’t help but feel like we are just sitting ducks waiting for fuck, I don’t know what. They haven’t been anywhere near Bobby since he’s been in hospital.” He sighs.
“Do you think that they think he’s dead?” I query.
Ghost grunts. “That would be a pretty dumb thing to assume.”
I pull the phone away from my ear to make sure Belle isn’t coming back. “But they gave him that drug to kill him. They did their job, and then they left. Why would they question it?”
“If that is the case, then their attention will be solely on Belle, and on this club that protects her. Fuck,” Ghost snaps. “Change of plan. We ain’t following the lead.”
He’s not wrong. This is dangerous. We are sitting ducks, and we don’t know who this Charlie is. He could have been watching us for a while now and we wouldn’t be any the wiser.
“Safe house?” I ask, although I already know the answer.
“Pack up and get your asses there as soon as you can. I will hire a truck and meet you there,” he says before disconnecting.
I rub my face and sigh. This is why I didn’t want to answer my phone, knowing reality would destroy our bubble. I get off the bed and start getting dressed, no time for a shower. Well, more to the point, I know if I shower with her now, we ain’t going anywhere for at least an hour. I open the wardrobe, grab my large duffle bag, and begin to stuff some clothes in it.
Belle comes out of the bathroom, her hair dripping wet, and her wet body barley covered with a towel. She frowns. “What’s going on?” she asks.
“We’ve got to go to the safe house. Some things have come to light, and until we can know it’s safe, we need to stay there for a while,” I state while packing. I look up and see her face is full of worry. I stop what I’m doing and go to her, wrapping my arms around her. She hugs me back, looking up at me with those rich hazel eyes. “Don’t worry, it will all work out. It’s just a safety precaution. That’s all,” I say, trying to reassure her.
She nods. “Okay, but all my stuff is at Ghost’s place,” she says, realising.
“I will shoot Ghost a text and tell him to grab you some stuff.” I pause. “In the meantime darlin’, it’s one of my big T-shirts and a pair of boxers for you,” I say, gesturing to the drawers.
She smiles. “I’m going to look a mess.”
I shake my head. “Impossible,” I say before giving her a soft kiss. “Now go and get dressed before I decide to fuck you again,” I demand.
Her eyes light up. “I mean, that sounds more like a reward than a threat.” She beams.
A deep growl rumbles in my chest as I fight every urge of my being not to toss her on that bed and fuck her. “Beautiful, don’t test my restraint,” I warn.
She giggles. “If it wasn’t so important that we have to leave right now, I think I would really enjoy testing your restraint.”
I reach around and grab her hair tightly in my fist. I yank her head back and lean in close, my face lightly brushing against hers. “Do as you’re told, darlin’. If you think fucking you is a threat, wait until you find out what my reward is for doing as you’re told,” I growl low against her ear before I take her lobe between my teeth, nipping her. I feel her shiver against me. I smile and release my grip. She looks up at me aroused and slightly stunned. It’s a look I am more than happy to produce from her again.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I praise. Her eyes flicker with excitement at my words. She steps back, her tongue slowly moistening her bottom lip as she swiftly drops the towel in a pool at her feet. She stands there, daring me.
I groan, taking her in. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Any restraint I have leaves me, and before I know it, I’m lunging for her. She squeals as she laughs and tries to run off, but I’m too quick for her. I grab her and fuck her against the wall.
“What took you so fucking long? I managed to hire a fucking truck, pack everything, including things for a baby, and I still get here before you,” Ghost snaps as I unload the truck.
I give him a look, and he rolls his eyes. “You bring stuff for Belle?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah, already in your room. How bad was my truck?” he asks.
I wince. “It didn’t look good. I called recovery, and they are going to go pick it up and drop it at the garage, so when this shit’s over, we can assess the damage. I will cover the cost,” I state.
Belle comes over, looking nervous. “Ghost, I am so sorry for screwing up your truck. I swear, I didn’t mean to. The ground was just too slippery, and once I lost control, that was it. I will pay for the cost of repairs. I have some savings that I can use. I am so, so sorry,” she apologises, again and again.
Ghost holds up his hand. “Darlin’, don’t worry yourself about it. It’s just a truck. As long as you’re not hurt, that’s the important thing. Just next time you want to run around after this dickhead, you come tell me first, and I will drive you,” he states.
Belle sighs with relief. “Deal.”
Star calls her and she jogs over to her. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be that nice. Especially as she totalled your truck,” I point out.
“Fuck you, I’m still a prick. Just not to women.” He shrugs, walking off.
“Hey, you not going to bother helping me with the fucking bags?” I yell after him.
He just flips me off over his shoulder as he walks up the steps to the house.