Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
BEAST
Blood roars in my veins, and I want nothing more than to go back and wait for fucking Ronnie Fisher to get his ass home from work in order to beat the hell out of him the way he did my woman’s sister.
Fucking hate men like him. I always have.
If it wasn’t for the fact Giselle pleaded with me to get out of there, I would have.
Only days ago, I told the woman I’d help her, and here I am, helping Bristol’s sister get free of a motherfucker who is nothing more than a dead man walking, in my opinion.
This morning, I’d been surprised when Quinten Hensley, Bristol’s father, called me.
I hadn’t realized that was my woman’s father at first, not until he introduced himself to me.
I should have put the names together when I realized she was from money, but I didn’t.
All I knew was her mother looked familiar, but it’d been years since I was a part of that world.
Quinten asked for my help. At first, I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but he’d quickly explained the situation to me, starting with what Bristol’s mother was trying to pull.
That shit alone pissed me off. Then he went to expand, and that did the trick.
No wonder Bristol is the way she is, her bitch of a mother caused it, and I’m going to remedy that.
Draw out the woman who only shows herself when she thinks I’m not watching her.
I know before what happened all those months ago, nearly a year ago, she laughed more.
She went to work and had bright eyes. That light went out of them, and I want it back.
That’s one of the few things I made a decision on this past week.
I want Bristol, and I’m going to hold on to her.
Even if I’m struggling with my own demons.
I made the decision Bristol was going to be mine, and I’m not about to change my mind.
She means something to me, and I’ve always known that; however, now that something has turned into a hell of a lot more.
I’m trying to ease her into what I want from her. That doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of tasting those pretty nipples of hers again or tasting other parts of her. Having her curled into me at night, her body snug against mine, fuck, it’s been hard not to just fuck her when I’m trying to be gentle.
Tonight, we were supposed to be partying at the clubhouse, and I was going to take us further into this.
I intended to finally taste that hot little pussy of hers, unfortunately, Quinten called.
Now, I’m on my bike, heading to the address he gave me.
Diablo, Thanatos, Ghost, Reaper, and Styxx are riding with me while Cerberus is in the van with Giselle.
When we got to her house, she was alone and beaten.
Her lip was busted, both eyes black, and her neck, you could see the handprints bruised into her skin there.
We loaded her up in the van and got all of her stuff packed in the back.
While she sat in the van, Reaper talked to her.
Gave her the option to go to a safe house where no one could find her.
She said she wanted to talk to her dad first, and I get that.
Her dad is going to lose his shit when he sees her like this.
But then again, he knew what she was going through and didn’t do a damn thing about her.
It would do him good to see her like this.
To know that he allowed it to escalate to this point. Yeah, he deserves to see her like this.
At the same time, it sucks for him because he’s trying, and I can tell none of this has ever set well with Quinten.
I don’t know the man personally, but my old man does.
They’d gone to school together. They did business together at times when it was beneficial for them both.
The old man gave Bristol’s dad my number, and the only reason he had it in the first place was because it was in case of an emergency.
He hadn’t used the number, and I hadn’t called him.
Seeing the house and driveway, Quinten gave me the address for, I guide my bike up the driveway and park my bike behind a black Town Car.
He’d told me he was having that car pick up both his son and Bristol.
He intended to talk to both of them before I got here.
He’s had his time. Now, I’m going in there, seeing to business, then taking my woman with me. I still have plans for her.
I also intend to have it out with Bristol considering she didn’t fucking call me ‘cause the last thing she knew was that I intended to pick her up as I have since I took her to work on Tuesday.
The two of us are going to get a few things straight, then after that I plan to get that taste of her I wanted to get tonight.
Kicking the stand down, I climb off the back of my bike and straighten my cut. I glance at my brothers to see the grim expressions on their faces. It’s also mixed with anger for the way we found Giselle.
I give them a jerk of my chin in acknowledgment and head for the doors as Thanatos moves to help Giselle from the van. Once we get her inside, he’ll take a look and make sure she’s good, and it’s all just superficial and nothing more.
Taking the steps two at a time, I grab the door handle and shove it forward, stepping into the house.
I don’t bother speaking or announcing myself.
I’m sure they all heard my bike. My boots echo in my ears at the silence of the house, and I start to wonder if they’re even here when I round the living area and find them all standing around the kitchen counter waiting.
I meet Bristol’s eyes and take in her expression.
Dropping my gaze, I see the way she draws that bottom lip in between her teeth.
She’s nervous and rightfully so. I fully intend on paddling her ass later when we get back to her place.
Or maybe I’ll take her to my room at the clubhouse.
There I could enjoy using things I ordered specially for her.
“Beast,” she whispers, taking a step away from the counter in my direction. “Did you get Giselle?”
And that right there, even if she doesn’t want to, she cares for her sister. I see the pain in her eyes . . . the longing. She wants her sister in her life, but not if it includes her mother. I get that.
“Yeah, Butterfingers, we got her. Thanatos is bringing her in. But you gotta know, baby, she’s in bad shape,” I answer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Thanatos is gonna need somewhere to check her over,” Reaper states, coming to stand next to me, getting Bristol’s attention. “Brissy, babe, you’ve got some explaining to do. Ivy is pissed with you right now, the twins want Aunt Brissy, and you haven’t been around.”
Bristol rolls her eyes and grins. “Reaper, it’s you who’s pissed because Ivy’s getting on you about cursing in front of Paxton and Sage.
I’ve already heard about Pax repeating you using the ‘F’ bomb.
Because I wasn’t there to distract the kiddos, you couldn’t take Ivy’s mind off what she’s mad at you for. ” She snickers.
“Damn, woman, here I thought you loved me,” Reaper states, shaking his head and reaching a hand out toward Quinten. “I’m Reaper, President of the Satan’s Keepers MC, and Beast here’s my brother.”
“Quinten Hensley,” Quinten says, taking Reaper’s hand. “Nice to meet you. I see you know my daughter well. This is my son Benjamin. I appreciate all of you helping . . .” He slides his eyes to me, not finishing that sentence.
I nod, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. Us going after Giselle and bringing his daughter home to him.
Thanatos carries Giselle in with Cerberus right behind.
No one says a word as the two men move to the couch, but eyes follow the movement of my brothers.
I keep mine on Bristol, watching it hit her exactly what her sister’s been going through.
I see the guilt eating at her, and I’m not about to let that take root.
She’s been through enough of her own, and I’m sure none of her family even knows the exact pain and hardship she’s dealt with.
As much as I’d prefer to deal with that guilt now, I won’t do it. I’ll handle it later when it’s just the two of us, here alone, with no one around to interrupt how I’m going to get through to her.