The tension between the rival clubs is sky high between us.
There’s the sound of our van pulling up and Sarge stumbles out- pissed as fuck. The man’s got a beer gut but he can get more pussy than five brothers combined. I don’t get how he does it- he’s not that good looking. But he does it! “Those mother fuckers have been hiding kilos of coke, meth and trunks of guns from us!” He point to Roman and Charger to signify who he’s referring to. “Mother fuckers!”
“If it’s not one thing, it’s another with you fuckin’ people!” Prince shouts at them. “Tell me why I shouldn’t gut you right now? Put your lyin’ and cheatin’ ass in the ground where you fuckin’ belong? You keep fuckin’ with my people and our money!”
Roman snarls not backing down from Prince. “Who the fuck do you think you are goin’ through my house? Takin’ my shit? I could cut your hand off!”
“You broke the truce between us,” Prince states then spits on the ground to solidify what he meant. “You broke this whole fuckin’ truce. I’m not the old prez. Roman, Spiders better what their backs!”
Beto is still in the middle of the circle when Prince raises his gun one more time then shoots him between the eyes.
“Don’t fuck with me,” he growls. “Get the fuck off my club’s property before I kill you, too.”
Bella
I stuffed the picture in my backpack. I’m not sure what to do with it. Is it wrong I get kind of hot and bothered by the fact someone was watching us have sex? I wonder if they liked it that’s why they took a picture.
Beast has a hot body. The man’s skin is tight, warm to the touch and covered in whorls of ink. The man is a walking Adonis.
I’m sitting at the bar to the club house waiting for him to come back. The clubhouse wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be at first. I thought everyone was going to hate me because of my dad. Maybe the rest of the people would, as there are only about six people in here.
I make number six.
“Those mother fuckers!” A man yells through the wooden door.
My insides begin to flip and flop at the thought of seeing Beast right now. I want him to wrap me in his arms and kiss me. Movie star style, too. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help how I feel.
The man does some crazy things to my insides.
“Bella!” Beast calls from the door.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I wanted to jump off the bar stool and run into his arms. I’m embarrassed that I wanted him to whisk me away too. I’m also embarrassed that I stayed rooted on the bar stool until he came over to me.
“Hi,” I said dumbly.
I have a beer in front of me, I’m not even old enough to drink it yet but I needed something to cool my emotions down. I’m so up and down right now.
He cuts across the main clubhouse, stopping in front of me. I swing my body around to look at him, he wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck. One slight pull and I’m wrapped around his body like a baby chimp.
“See ya later, brothers,” he calls out to them.
I would be horrified if I could feel anything but my blood igniting from the excitement of being with him. They probably all know what we’re about to do and I should care. I don’t, though.
He opens a door, carries me inside it. Once we’re inside, he strips us both naked and latches those luscious lips onto my neck.
“All I could think about today was you. All I could think about was you beneath me, taking my dick. You’ve turned me into a sap,” he groans against my neck.
Listening to the way Beast talks to me and the way my dad’s club talks, its like night and day. The difference between the two are completely opposite.
We are a combination of hands and limbs in a race to get the other naked the quickest. Once the last stitch of clothing has fallen on the floor, he sinks his fingers into my hair then pushes me down to my knees.
I knew what he wanted. Knowing what he wanted and how to do it were two different things. In the pornos I watched trying to rid my mind of the bad sexual experiences I once had, the women seemed to enjoy sucking their partner’s dick.
Staring at Beast’s beast is intimidating. I wonder if he got the nickname for his huge dick. It twitches as I look at it.
“Have you done this before?” He asks me.
I have but it wasn’t something I want to remember at this moment. I shake my head no.
