I’ve never talked to him before. He’s got a beer belly, a long pony-tail which is braided down his back and a beard that reaches his breast bone.
“Uh,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “I’m Bishop. It’s cool you didn’t know who I am. I’ve been dealin’ with some home shit more than club shit. I came over today and got drafted to come here.”
The way the man talks to me, I can tell he’s sincere. He’s not going to bull shit me or use anything I say against me.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
He pats my shoulder. “That’s to be expected.”
“Is this how life is like here?” I ask him nervously.
He shrugs. “Your dad was a heavy hitter for The Spiders, what do you think?”
“My dad was a rat who ran,” I hedge.
Bishop chuckles making his stomach jiggle a little. “Man, I should start comin’ around more.”
I’m eager to turn the excitement away from me and put it onto him. Anything that will get my mind off of what happened here. Anything! I’m desperate.
“Where have you been?” I ask him.
He pats me on the shoulder again like he’s my dad. “Sweet cheeks, life has a way of fuckin’ with you. You have to look at the good while the bad fucks you in the ass. I dunno who you are or even if you like Beast, but that man is fiercely protective. You need to know that before you get involved with him.”
Stupidly, I open my mouth and utter the words I can not take back. “I think I’m in love with him.”
He winks then leaves me standing in the middle of the living room all alone. Well, not alone. There’s men running around and looking at this and that.
There’s nothing for me to do, I sit on the chair, wrap my arms around my knees and wait for something. Anything to happen.
Anything that will show me a sign that shit is going to be all right. I can’t handle anything more.
Beast
Those mother fuckers break into my house? Those mother fuckers take pictures of what’s mine and think they can get away with it? I’m half cocked and ready to fuckin’ blow right now.
I can’t even concentrate on doing inventory of my house right now. Everything in here can be replaced besides the one room in the house. That one room could never be replaced. If anyone were to go into it, I would fuckin’ kill them and everyone they love.
I rub a hand down my face as I pace through my house. “Fuck!” I shout.
I know Bishop’s in the living room talking to Bella which is a complete surprise. The man’s taken a lot of time off to be with his family- completely understandable.
“Beast!” Prince shouts at me.
My hand recoils from almost punching a hole in the wall. I didn’t even realize I was about to punch a wall until Prince drew my attention from it.
He grabs me by my cut and shoves me against the wall with a loud thud. A couple other brothers hurry to gather around to make sure we’re okay- he waves them off.
My eyes squint, my jaw tightening and ticking from grinding my teeth. He’s about to be become my next enemy and I don’t think he’s ready to fuckin’ go head to head with me.
“What’s your problem, prez?” I shout.
Prince’s eyes widen then narrow. “I know you’re pissed as fuck right now. You’ll not blow this fuckin’ shit. We’re gonna handle it. The right way. My call. Go tend to your girl and we’ll have a meetin’ at the clubhouse.”
“They fucked with my house!” I yell.
He gets closer to my face. “You wanted the girl, you got the girl. You’re only showin’ her that you can’t take care of her. Is that what you want? To show that girl who’s lost everything that you can’t take care of her?”
