Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
BEAST
“How about someone tell me what I’m doing here?” Everett demands the moment Bristol is out of hearing range.
All I want to do right now is go after my woman, take her to my room, and fuck her.
I saw the fear in her eyes when I stepped outside and the way she ran to me.
Fuck, it felt good to feel her rush to me and wrap her arms around me.
Felt like I was her safe place, but I knew she was trying to protect my little brother from getting his ass beat because I didn’t know what took them so long.
“Why the fuck didn’t you call back to let me know what the hell was going on?” I grind out, turning my attention to my brother. “What the fuck happened?”
“Just Cordell showing up with Ronnie and Bristol’s mother as we were leaving.
My security was approaching them before anything could happen, but the mother wanted Bristol to come with them, and Cordell gave me his warning.
He didn’t say anything else, and Ronnie didn’t even speak a word,” Everett answers.
“I don’t know if you remember Trace . . .
” He pauses long enough for me to nod. Of course, I remember Trace.
He was Everett’s best friend. “He’s head of security in the building and runs the security business that sits on the second floor.
He personally took care of them as we were leaving.
But still, I wasn’t going to take chances that they didn’t have someone watching out for us or for them to catch up and follow. ”
At least my little brother isn’t an idiot and knows how to think to protect himself.
“You took your time. Did you have a tail?” Tombstone asks.
“Definitely had someone following,” Everett confirms. “Who? I don’t know. Blacked-out tinted windows, sedan, no front plates. And no, I didn’t say anything to Bristol. I’m not about to freak her out. I don’t have to know what she’s been through to see the ghost in her eyes.”
“Let’s sit down, and we’ll get down to it on why we wanted Everett to come to the clubhouse.” Reaper grunts, pulls out a chair, and throws himself into it.
“I’m guessing it has something to do with Bristol’s sister’s husband?” Everett guesses correctly while rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.
“Giselle is pregnant, and we need to have a restraining order put in place,” Reaper says, getting right to it. “The original plan isn’t going to work out because we’re not about to let the woman be alone without family when she needs it most.”
“You want me to handle all of this for you then?” Everett nods, glances around, props his knee on his other leg, and finally meets my gaze head-on. “I’ll take care of it. Do you have any evidence for me that will help in starting to build a case against Ronnie?”
“Yeah, we’ve got the pictures, so does her dad and brother,” Scythe remarks.
“I have them all here in this file.” Holding the said folder out for Everett to take and flip through.
“That’s all the information I’ve pulled up on Ronnie and Giselle’s marriage so far, including hospital records where she’d had a broken wrist and so on. ”
I stay silent while my little brother looks through the papers, seeing his jaw tighten and his eyes narrow to thin slits.
“I’ll get on this first thing. Restraining order is the first thing.
Once the baby is born, we’ll have to handle the custody issue.
Until then, it’s just a matter of keeping him away from her.
If he doesn’t abide by the order, which I’m sure he won’t, I’ll nail his ass to the floor. I’ll gladly see his ass behind bars.”
For the next hour, we all sit around, making plans and discussing the best and worst scenarios for this situation.
I keep quiet for most of it, my mind swirling, making plans of my own.
There’s no way I can let any of this slide.
I need to make it known that Bristol is off-limits.
I let the club handle the rest with her sister, but where my woman’s involved, I’ll see to it personally.
If my cousin did indeed make the threat he did, I’m sure he’s already made the call out of sheer hatred. Meaning, the Swedish relatives have either already sent someone to the States or they’re making plans for coming. Regardless, they’re coming, and there’s no stopping them.
By the time we finish our conversation, and have a plan in place for Giselle, I’m more than ready to find Bristol, take her to my room, and have my way with her.
My cock thickens at the thought of being inside her, and I look damn forward to doing just that, sliding into her slick, wet, tight pussy.
Holding her under me while I fuck her however I want to.
“Appreciate you willing to help us out with all of this,” Angel says, speaking directly to my brother, holding a hand out for him to shake.
Everett takes Angel’s hand in a firm clasp and grins. “It’s not a problem at all. I’d have helped out even if my thick-skulled big brother weren’t one of you. Bristol is a good woman and works hard keeping me organized and on task, she’s also become a friend.”
I grit my teeth to keep from snapping at Everett. He’s not a friend to my woman, but I know that’s a damn lie.
“You’ve got a plan brewing in that head, brother, I can see the wheels spinning,” Diablo remarks gruffly next to me.
I twist in order to face him and cock a brow in question. “What makes you think I’ve got some plan brewing in my head?”
There’s definitely a plan, but it ain’t just brewing now.
It’s setting in stone quickly and firmly.
But it involves talking to Bristol first. I’m no longer going to hide who I am from her.
Nor my past. We’ve got enough shit on our plate.
We don’t need anything else to come between us.
I won’t allow it to tear her away from me.
I nearly let my stupidity get in the way once, and I won’t do it again.
“Remember, I know you, Beast, better than anyone else. I can see when the wheels are turning and when you’re fuckin’ thinking.” Diablo snorts, shaking his head, “So, what is it?”
“What is what?” I counter, not ready to talk about the plan. Not until I’ve spoken to Bristol first. If I do this, it affects her in a lot of ways, and the target on her back grows even bigger than it already is. Cordell ensured it with the warning he made.
The saying ‘If I can’t have her, no one can’ comes to mind when I think about the bastard. Last night, he kept quiet in front of the cop, but I’d felt his eyes on me, cool and calculating. He knows what Bristol’s worth, but more than that, he knows the threat against me and mine.
“You know what I’m talking about.” Diablo cocks a brow of his own and crosses his arms, looking ready to settle in for a massive debate with me which he’s known to do.
The two of us can go toe to toe with each other and talk about shit, debating it until the end of time, always pointing out different views on whatever it is we’re talking about.
But that’s what makes him my best friend.
“Nothing to talk about, at least not yet,” I admit, not having time for the argumentized debate. “I’ll let you know when I have it confirmed and go for it.”
Diablo holds my gaze and stares at me for a long moment before he blinks and nods. “It’s got to do with Bristol, and you want to talk to her first, am I right?”
“Yup,” I grunt and cock my head slightly, feeling my neck pop. The sound of a loud cracking noise fills my head, and it feels damn good.
“Then I’ll let you get to your woman. I expect to hear this plan of yours tonight.” Diablo chuckles, drops his arms, and moves toward my little brother and the others, shouting out Everett’s name. “Since you’re my brother’s brother, that makes you mine.”
I can’t help but snort at Diablo’s remark.
Since the beginning, when we first met on the streets, we’ve been brothers.
We’ve been brothers by the streets and brothers by the club.
He’s my family, same as those who wear the same patch as me.
I guess he’s about to make Everett also a part of the family.
I’m not sure how I should feel about it, but I’ll figure it out later.
Now, it’s time to find Bristol and talk to her, see what she thinks. First things first, fuck her in my bed like I’ve wanted to for so damn long.
Bristol said she was going to be with Ivy and her sister, so I make my way to the room Reaper had set up as a gaming room/playroom for the kids. It’s where Ivy can normally be found unless she’s either with Reaper or in their room.
Stepping into the room, my brows furrow, and I don’t see Bristol. “Where’s Bristol?”
Ivy and Giselle both look at me in confusion.
“I thought she was at work,” Giselle utters quietly.
“Everett brought her to the clubhouse two hours ago. She didn’t come in here?” My gut tightens as different scenarios start swirling around in my head.
“No,” Ivy answers, looking concerned.
Reaper comes up beside me. “Looking for Bristol?” he asks, raising a brow.
“Yeah,” I say, turning to him. “You know where she’s at?”
“Yep,” he answers, moves to Ivy, and pulls her in his arms. “Time to go home, Princess.”
“Where is she?” I don’t like the way my Prez answered that.
Reaper hits me with a glare. “Why don’t you tell me why a woman I see as a little sister, a part of my family, would escape the clubhouse only moments after saying she was going to find Ivy and Giselle?
Bristol took one of the four-wheelers and took off into the woods.
A little bit later, she stepped into the house, and I’m willing to bet she’s in her room where, if I remember correctly, is where she would always go when escaping whatever is bothering her. ”
My anger rises at the cynical way my Prez said this, but I bite my tongue to keep from disrespecting him.
“Want to know why she did this?” Reaper asks, his tone darkening.
“Why?” I grit out, feeling my jaw tighten more and my gut twisting.
“Because one of the PPs was caught going in and out of your room,” he answers. “Now, we’re heading home. If you’re coming with, you best be ready to handle Bristol with care ‘cause it wasn’t just any PP that was on the footage I saw before coming in this room. It was Jezebel.”
Oh fucking kill me. I knew fucking the bitch that first time was a bad idea.
Since then, she’s been trying to get my attention any chance she can.
This is the last thing I need right now on top of everything else.
“I’ll deal with that bitch later. Right now, I’m following you, getting my woman, and then going home. ”
‘Cause without knowing what the hell happened between Bristol and Jezebel, I can’t bring her back to my room.
Fuck I need to just send a prospect to get me a new bed along with sheets and a comforter.
At least then, Bristol will know that she’s the only woman who’s been in my bed and on the new sheets.