Hella
Yana approaches Ripper, and I chuckle, tilting my head in her direction.
Beast tracks my gaze with an eye roll. “I bet she's curious about the story behind his nickname.”
I shrug. “Fuck knows, but the kid is good at what he does.”
“Seen Melissa?” Beast asks with amusement.
“Fuck you.”
I spot her right away. She's perched on one of the couches, chatting with Bullet. Bullet's a Woodsman, but he's a nomad, and this is my territory, so he better mind his fucking business.
I couldn't give a fuck that someone else's lips were wrapped around my dick last night. I never gave any promises to Melissa. If anything, she should be happy. It gives her yet another reason to hate me.
It doesn't matter that when my cock released its load to the back of said girl's throat, it was Melissa's blue eyes peering up at me, and it was Melissa's light blonde hair wrapped around my fist, and it was Melissa's damn fucking lips latched around my shaft. Yeah, that means nothing at all.
Beast rises from the couch to claim Yana. Stupid motherfucker. I don't know why he's delaying shit with her. She's rusty, sure. A little too clean, but that's where the fun is. Fuck them up. Make them dirty enough that it stains for a lifetime.
Jada enters and stops, cocking her head in my direction.
“What?”
Jada glares at me. “Get up, I need a drink.”
We both make our way to the bar. I grip my beer while Jada watches me closely as Beast and Yana settle in beside us. I recognize that look. She's itching to say something.
“Garret likes Melissa,” she finally blurts out.
“So?” I lift my brows. “Garret's into anyone who teaches him how to dunk a cookie.”
Jada pauses, her eyes narrowing on me. “How'd you know about that?”
“Little shit wouldn't shut up about it.” I shrug like its nothing, but it's me who drew him out, wanting to hear his take on her. The kid is a damn good judge of character. Don't know why I asked him what he thought of her, but I did.
“Why don't you two just talk?” Yana suggests, wrapping her lips around the neck of Beast's beer.
“Because,” I state. “I don't want an old lady.”
“What gives you the idea that's what she's after? She wants to murder you, Hella. I think you're protected from a level ten stalker,” Yana reassures me.
I grin, my gaze darkening and my dick stiff as stone, thinking about whatever twisted fun Melissa might bring. “Maybe. But maybe that's where the excitement is. I'd fuck her black and blue up against a brick wall whether she had a knife in her hand ready to shank me or not.”
Beast bursts out laughing.
She shifts, and I scoff under my breath. There's a reason why I like my girls with fire. The kind like Yana would turn to dust beneath my touch. All the sass in the world, it don't mean shit if you're not tough. Melissa can take it as well as she gets it. Yana? Not so much.
“May I recommend a therapist?” She teases, her eyes twinkling with hidden mischief.
“Nah, babe. I'd put your therapist in a padded room.”
I swing my chair around to face the front doors when Shelby walks through, her shoulders squared, her jaw taut.
“Beast?” Shelby whispers after Beast pointedly ignores her presence.
“What?” Beast runs his hands through Yana's hair. I fight another eye-roll. I'm the only one who knows Beast well enough to know that the only reason he keeps Yana around is to keep the Shelbys away.
“I need to talk to you. It's about Layla.”
That gets my attention.
“What? I gave you this job because I thought you were woman enough to handle all the girls.”
“I am, Beast,” she hisses.
I smirk at her claws coming out, my eyes running over her body. I'm second-guessing kicking her away from my dick, because I have, numerous times.
“Watch your fucking tone and remember who you're talking to,” he answers, clenching his jaw with eyebrows raised. “What is it? And why should I care about Layla?” he asks.
“You want to do this here and now?” she answers loudly.
He shrugs. “Spit it out.”
Shelby crosses her arms in front of her. “She killed a client.”
Beast's bottle pauses short of his mouth. “Come again?”
I sit forward.
Jada chuckles. “This should be good.”
Yana shoots back another shot.
“He tried to go back-door. She said no. He tried again, so she stabbed his dick with a pair of scissors. Asha walked in after she'd done it. Spitting how much shit they were going to be in and how he was going to burn the entire place down…”
She pauses, clearing her throat. “So they both ended him.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Beast whispers, bringing his bottle down. “Where are they now?”
“In my car outside. The body is still in the room and I don't know about you, but that's above my pay bracket.”
Rubbing my hands together with anticipation, I push myself away from the bar and jab my finger toward the exit.
“Let's go.” My boots thud against the wooden floor as I stride toward Shelby's cherry-red Camaro gleaming under the moonlight beside the weathered barn.
I yank open the passenger door, the hinges creaking in protest, and can't help but let out a chuckle at the sight before me. “What's going on, little murderers?”
Layla and her sister Asha stumble out of the Camaro's backseat, movements unsteady and hesitant. Moonlight catches mascara streaks running down Layla's pale cheeks as she wipes at tears with a trembling hand.
She takes a shaky breath and lifts her red-rimmed eyes to meet Beast's intense stare. “Beast, I'm so sorry,” she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”
Beast's jaw tightens as he studies both women, taking in their rattled appearances and the way Asha keeps nervously glancing between her sister and the ground.
He shifts his weight, the gravel crunching beneath his boots as he pushes his calloused hands deeper into his leather jacket pockets.
“What happened, Layla?” he interrogates, his voice low and controlled but carrying an unmistakable edge of authority that demands the truth.
I lean against the door, my index finger rubbing across my upper lip to hide my smirk. Layla's arms wrap around her torso, and Asha scans Yana up and down.
“I told him I didn't do anal and he didn't take no for an answer.
After my third 'no', he forced me down onto the bed and tried to bind my wrists together.
I managed to free my wrist and take hold of the scissors on the nightstand.
He'd used them to chop up his weed earlier. And… I don't know, it just happened.”
I grin, looking at Layla. “Marry me?”
She rolls her eyes. “The answer is still no, Hella.”
I drop my lip and pout. “Who was it anyway?”
She leans against Shelby's car, hip cocked, eyes never leaving mine. “One of the boys from Blood Razor MC.”
“Fuck!” I close the distance between us in two strides, pinning her body against the car with mine, close enough to feel her breath catch.
My fingers curl around her nape, yanking her face toward mine. “Do you know how much shit you've just caused?”
She swallows, narrowing her eyes on me. “I said that I was sorry, Hella.”
A sadistic laugh crawls from my throat as I brush my lips over hers, letting her taste the threat on my breath. “I thought you liked to be thrown around, baby. What? Didn't feel the same because it wasn't with a Woodsman?”
She jerks away from my grip, squirming under my gaze, jaw clenched.
“I'm fuckin' playing.” I exhale, shaking my head. “Can't say I blame you. Fucker deserved it.” She's caused another war we don't need. Blood Razors were chill, but this lands us in deep water with our closest allies. “I'll get Ripper.”
The plus side is that Tiny, their president, has a hard cock for Asha and always has. But that ain't gonna mean jack shit up against him losing a brother. Something's gotta give, and it won't be one of ours. The girls included.