Revile

Chapter 11 #2

Beast pulls me close, his larger body molding against mine as we sit on one of the benches.

With all the children having gone either home or to their parents’ rooms to sleep, the skanks have come out of hiding.

My dad and brother left, and my sister went back to her room.

Beast and I have been enjoying the party.

Some of his brothers had come over and talked with us, including me in the conversation.

It feels good that they do this even if I don’t know what they’re talking about.

Now, it’s just the two of us sitting alone with a bonfire going not too far away. Only the glow of the flames lights up the night air.

“I can see it in your eyes, Bristol,” Beast murmurs, leaning in, he rubs his nose against mine. “Something’s been on your mind all day. Now, it’s time to talk to me.”

Sighing, I look away as I tell him. “My sister’s pregnant. That’s why she finally left Ronnie.”

“Fuck. Did he know she was pregnant?”

I knew this would be asked.

“She said he didn’t know, but you know men like him don’t let go without a fight. If he finds out, she’s in more trouble than ever. But also, if she goes anywhere, she’s without family to help her with this baby.”

“You don’t want to lose your sister,” Beast announces, stating it more to himself.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’ll talk to Reaper and the others in the morning during church. See what we can do so you don’t have to lose her ‘cause you’re right, she’d be without family, and after what she’s been through, she’s gonna need us.”

“Us?” I jerk back and stare at him in confusion.

“Yeah, us, baby. Your dad and brother, you and me. She’ll need all of us to get through this.”

My heart leaps in my chest, and I want to believe him. I really do, but I’m so confused. “We still need to have that talk, Beast.” I find myself saying.

“And we’re gonna have that as soon as we get back to the house,” Beast declares and gets to his feet, bringing me with him. “Time to go home.”

Holding my hand, Beast guides me to his bike, gets on, and waits for me to join him.

Fifteen minutes later, we pull into my driveway only to find two vehicles there, neither of them I recognize, alongside a cop’s car.

“What the hell?” I murmur to myself because I know there’s no way Beast could have heard me.

Beast parks the bike and no sooner he turns the key for it, my mother is there.

“Where have you been?” she demands.

“What are you doing here?” I snap and look past her to see not only an officer but Ronnie and Cordell standing off to the side. Both men glaring in our direction.

“I asked you first.” My mom reaches for me. “And get off that death trap. You’re embarrassing me by being on the back of some biker’s motorcycle like some whore.”

“I suggest you back away, lady,” Beast advises, climbing off the back of his bike and taking me with him.

Our movements are flawless as he maneuvers us like so.

When he positions himself in front of me, he speaks directly to the officer.

“Bryant, want to explain what you all are doing here at my woman’s house? ”

“Your woman?” Officer Bryant cocks a brow. “I was told this was Cordell Barker’s fiancée’s home.”

“You would be mistaken,” Beast grunts and squeezes my hand. “Bristol isn’t Cordell’s fiancée, she’s mine.”

Oh my God. He did not just say that.

“Excuse me. That is a lie.” Mom seethes.

“Not a lie, lady. Her father gave me his blessing and all. I can call him right now if you’d like and let him tell you himself.” Beast surprises me, though it honestly shouldn’t. Beast knows what he’s doing, and I trust him.

“That bastard. He has no right to give any blessings after what he’s done.” I watch as my mother’s expression contorts, and she steps forward.

Officer Bryant steps in front of her. “Ma’am, I’ll ask you to calm down and step back so we can get this matter sorted.”

“There’s nothing to settle here, Bryant,” Beast remarks.

“You might think that, but there’s more to discuss, such as Bristol’s missing sister. Do either of you know where she might be?”

I bite my tongue to keep from speaking out and let Beast handle this.

“We haven’t seen or heard from Bristol’s sister since Monday last week when she and their mother came here to cause a scene as her mother is doing now,” Beast answers, his voice calm and cool, but I felt the tension in his body.

“Bristol doesn’t have much of a relationship with any of her family, and they all are aware of this, so why would her sister be in contact? ”

“Right.” Officer Bryant grunts, nodding. “If you do see or hear from Giselle, think you can let these folks know?”

“Not my business or my woman’s,” I remark, making it known to Byrant that I sure as hell wouldn’t be telling them shit without saying it outright. I know the game and I’m not about to give them an inclination into what they want.

“Officer, I’m sorry, but even if I did, I wouldn’t call any of these people,” I mutter, unable to help myself.

Stepping fully around Beast but staying where he can wrap an arm around my waist and pull me into his side, I point a finger in my mother’s direction while speaking further to the police officer.

“For one, I don’t have a relationship with this woman.

No matter what she says or does. Nor do I have anything to do with either of those other two men.

I’m not Cordell Barker’s fiancée or anything to him.

As for Ronnie, considering he’s nothing but a piece of shit who thinks his ass smells like a bed of roses, I wouldn’t be surprised if my sister packed up and took off to Aruba or somewhere far away from here just to get away from him.

For the record, regardless of a bed of roses or not, an ass still smells like an ass. ”

Beast snorts, and Officer Bryant laughs outright.

“Well then, I’ll let you two get on with your night and get these three off your property.” Officer Bryant grins and shakes his head. “But if you do hear from your sister, please contact me,” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card. “You can reach me on either number on there.”

“Will do.” I take the card, wave it, and shove it in my pocket.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I remark, curling deeper into Beast’s side.

“My fiancé and I were heading inside to go to bed, if you know what I mean.” I make sure to meet my mother’s glare as I say this last part before Beast guides me away from the group of people in the driveway.

He draws a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door.

I hadn’t even known he had a key until just now, and I should ask him about it, but I have other things to worry about right now.

All of them are more important than a measly key.

Inside, I reach down and unzip my boots from my feet and take them off while Jagger comes to greet me. Barefoot, I scoop my cat in my arms and turn to face Beast as he empties his pockets.

“We’re going to have to warn Giselle,” I whisper.

“I’ll talk to my brothers tomorrow during church about what just went down.” He grunts, looks at the cat in my arms, and shakes his head. “Can’t fuck you if you’re holding the cat, Butterfingers.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re not going to be going to bed. We still have things to discuss. You promised.”

“Yeah, I did.” Beast grunts and makes his way through the house to the kitchen, where he opens the refrigerator, snagging one of the beers he bought and put in there. He then pours me a glass of wine. “Sit down, baby.”

Silently, I curl into the corner of my couch and accept the glass from him as he joins me. Jagger meows and leaves me to sit in Beast’s lap. The little traitor that he is.

Beast drinks half his beer before he finally sets it down and meets my gaze as he starts talking.

“You know who my brother is and that I come from a family much similar to yours. Growing up, it was fine living there. That is until I found out a few things I didn’t want to know.

” The way he shakes his head and lets out a breath has my gut tightening.

“My mother’s side of the family is from royalty. ”

“What?” I breathe, eyes widening in surprise.

“I don’t want to get into it and how that all is, but my grandmother turned her back on her family, and married my grandfather.

He was killed just a couple years later after my mother was born.

Out of fear, my grandmother made a deal with them that if they left her alone, then she’d ensure her firstborn grandson would be theirs so long as they left her and her daughter alone. ”

“Oh my God.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“Anyway, my mother and father married, and I’m the firstborn.

My grandmother kept this all a secret until after my first birthday.

My mother’s cousin evidently came to collect me, and that caused problems within the family.

My father and grandfather, they weren’t about to give me over to anyone.

My mother refused to let me go. She’d been devastated, so much so she refused to speak to her mother, and because of this, my grandmother killed herself.

Beast reaches for his beer, finishes off the last of it, and sets the bottle back down with a thud.

“Fast forward to when I was sixteen. I walked in on my father and mother talking about me supposedly marrying someone. I wasn’t about that and demanded to know.

That’s when they told me about all of this.

Not happy, I took off for a year, refusing to talk to them or anyone else.

I lived on the streets and learned to handle myself.

It’s how I met Diablo. We had each other’s backs. ”

“One night, I decided to just go home. I missed my family. That’s when I walked in on my mother being tagged teamed by both my grandfather and father.

Not something anyone wants to see. Evidently, it was part of the deal they all made.

Both father and son would share my mother.

It made me sick to my stomach, and I walked away.

A week later, my father found me, and the two of us went to a bar where he explained things even more to me.

According to him, it’s what my mother wanted.

She was in love with both men, and to free me, she had to have another kid.

Not Everett, he was already born, but she had to give over a child to her cousin or face death. ”

“How could her family do that?” I gasp. “Or yours, for that matter?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. It was fucked up, in my opinion, and I didn’t want him to tell me anymore.

I don’t know if she had the kid or not. I told my father I didn’t want anything to do with him or anyone else in the family.

But to make matters worse, the old man had to tell me a few things about his side of the family.

Said it’s the way of the world they walk in.

See, my aunt, Cordell’s mother, her marriage was a business arrangement, and according to my father, to the outside world, she’s a beautiful woman from society, but in reality, she’s nothing more than a slave to her husband.

She’s to do everything he says without so much as speaking. ”

“To get away from all of this, I refuse to speak to any of them. I want nothing to do with them and cut all contact with them. My father’s only request was to always have a number to be able to reach me in case of an emergency.

I allowed this, and he’s never contacted me.

He hadn’t used that number until he gave it to your dad. ”

My mind is whirling with all the information he’s just dropped on me, and I cock my head slightly. “So, you were on your own at seventeen?”

“More like sixteen. I might have gone back, but once I saw what I did, I left again and never returned. I preferred to live on the streets,” he grunts. “But not long after that, Diablo and I found ourselves taken in by the Satan’s Keepers MC. It’s where we belong.”

“How did you get your road name?” Something had to happen to get it. No one gets a road name without something happening.

“The night the Satan’s Keepers MC took us in, I killed three men with my bare hands.

They were enemies of the club and had just attacked one of the brothers outside of one of the establishments they were running out of at the time.

Diablo and the club member said I was like a beast on a rampage.

Afterward, Diablo set fire to the three men and covered any evidence that could possibly lead back to me.

After that, we took the brother back to the clubhouse as he asked us to, and Reaper took us in.

He’d just became President. We’ve been with the club ever since,” he says, watching me closely.

I sit silently, letting the weight of all that he shares sink in.

Not just about his family but how he got his name.

That’s something I never expected, but it also shows how much faith he puts in me.

Setting my still-full wine glass on the coffee table, I crawl the small distance between the two of us and settle in his lap with my fingers wrapping around his neck.

I stare into those beautiful dark eyes of his and lean in, pressing my forehead against his for a moment before I press my lips to his.

Words aren’t going to be able to do anything in this moment.

Right now, the best thing I can give him to show him my appreciation and that I’m not scared is to give him my trust. He may have already had my body, but not like this.

Tonight, it’s not going to be hard and fast or just about the sex.

It’s about connecting. The two of us finally getting on the same page and knowing what we have is real.

We’re both cut from the same cloth in some ways.

It’s why we fit so well together and make sense.

But I do think that he and his brother should talk and reconnect. That relationship was severed when it shouldn’t have been. And to hold on to him, to get him over what’s happened in the past, I’ll start with getting them close again.