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BRISTOL
I can’t believe him. How could he come up with something so foolish as faking deaths . . . his and mine. I refuse to let him do this. I won’t do it.
Quickly I take a shower, scrubbing harshly at my skin . . . totally infuriated with what he claims he wants us to do. No flipping way it is happening. Last night, he spent the entire night inside me, forcing me to admit that I belong to him. Now, he came up with something so idiotic as this. I don’t care if his family is full of weirdos who think they can demand something from anyone. Just because they’re from a royal line and think their shit doesn’t stink doesn’t mean the bed of roses they sleep in doesn’t have the same smell as any other slimeball.
I won’t let the insufferable male ego Beast seems to have do something so asinine as this. It’s not about to happen. I don’t care if I have to tattle on him to Reaper and Angel. They’ll make sure he doesn’t do this.
Sure, I don’t want to fake our deaths and disappear after I’ve finally gotten my sister in my life. But that’s not the reasonfor this. I don’t want to leave a life where I’m finally getting everything I ever wanted. A family. Beast. Happiness. Not just contentment. I was holding something far more precious to me than just that. I was holding my future, and I refuse to allow Beast to throw what we have now away.
Finishing my shower, I turn the water off and step out, only to come to a stop at the sight of Beast standing there leaning against the counter, holding my towel up for me.
“I locked the door to keep you out,” I mutter, stepping toward him to take the big fluffy towel.
“A lock won’t keep me away from you, Butterfingers. You should know that by now,” he states with that matter-of-fact tone in his voice.
“Whatever.”
Turning away from him, I wrap the towel around my body and stomp back into the bedroom, trying to ignore him. It’s not an easy feat by any means. Beast is one of those men you can’t get by without noticing. It’s one of the things that’s always drawn me to him. That and the fact he makes me laugh. Still, I’m not going to let him get away with this without giving him the cold shoulder.
“I’ll talk to Reaper and the others.”
Those words coming from his mouth cause me to pause in my attempt to freeze him out.
“What did you say?” I ask, slowly turning to face Beast.
“I’m gonna talk to the club, figure something else out,” he answers, knowing eyes boring into me. “You’re right, and I shouldn’t have asked you to do something like this.”
My breath catches in my chest, and I tighten my grip on the front of the towel, holding it secure while his words sink in. I watch him closely while he closes the short distance between us.
Beast’s hands curl around either side of my waist, pulling me in close at the same time, dipping his head lower to rest hisforehead against mine. “You mean more to me than anything or one could ever mean in my life, Bristol. I lose you, baby, they might as well put a bullet in me ‘cause I wouldn’t be able to breathe without you. I love you too damn much to classify it as actual love. It doesn’t even begin to describe what exactly I feel for you.”
“You love me?” My vision becomes blurry, making it difficult to see past the unshed tears.
“More than you’ll ever know, Butterfingers.” Those lips of his brush mine with each word. Not quite in a kiss, but enough that I want nothing more.
“I feel the same.” Breath hitching, I lean in, dropping my hand from the towel that I tucked around my body to clench at either side of his shoulders, holding onto him to keep my knees from collapsing beneath me.
“I know.” Beast scoops me into his arms and carries me back over to the bed, lays me down, and comes over me, claiming my mouth with his.
The towel is pulled away from my body, and he takes his time to explore every inch of me, driving me wild like we hadn’t just spent the night and morning having sex. It’s beautiful, breathtaking, more than a little intoxicating. Without his touch, I’d never be the same, and I know it.
After yet another shower, this time spent with Beast in the cubical with me. His cock slipping inside me while holding me up with my back pressed to the tile wall, we finally get dressed and head to the clubhouse.
The moment we pull into the clubhouse, my stomach tightens at the sight of the amount of police cars and tacticalvehicles in the parking area. To make matters worse, my mother, Ronnie, and Cordell are standing toward the back. A smug look on my mother’s face doesn’t sit well with me. The only thing keeping me from losing it is that Beast seems calm while he parks and shuts the bike off.
“Come on, baby, let’s go find out what the hell’s going on here,” he says, tapping my leg. “I see my brother’s car is already here, so we don’t have to call him to deal with whatever the fuck we’re about to walk into.”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” A sense of despair eats at my stomach, knowing it’s because of me this is happening.
“Bristol, it’s going to be okay, baby, I promise.”
I nod, wanting more than anything to believe him, but it scares me that anything at all would be happening like this, as it were. Getting off the back of the bike, I don’t have to wait long for him to follow suit, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders. Together, we ignore the presence of those in the parking lot and head into the clubhouse. If Beast’s arm wasn’t already around me, I might have stumbled at the tension filling the room.
Guilt threatens to consume me, but I don’t allow it. If I do, then I’ll never be able to forgive myself. Right now, I need to stay strong, not just for me but for those here that I see as family.
Sitting on a few of the couches on the other side of the room, across from where all the tables are situated, the ol’ ladies surround my sister. Ivy and Sutton, on either side of her, holding her hands. I want to go to them, but I stay next to Beast, needing his support more at the moment. At least until I know exactly what’s happening.
“Beast.” The cop from the other night nods as he steps forward.
