Chapter 12
Beast
Holy shit, standing here and watching my girl dance on top of the bar is killing me. With her rockin’ body and the way, she’s shaking her tits and ass. Damn, she’s giving me the perfect view to see up her dress, right to her black lace thong, and it’s about to do me in. If my cock gets any harder, it’s going to bust through my zipper of my jeans to relieve the throbbing pressure. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard for a girl in my entire life. I may explode in my pants if I don’t get some relieve very fuckin’ soon. A fuckin’ miracle it’ll be if I don’t cum in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
I’m trying my best to keep my brothers back far enough from her and the bar. I need to prevent them from seeing what’s mine. It’s helping to kill my bones, somewhat. I have to stop thinkin’ about her naked, and maybe I will survive the rest of this night.
I still can’t believe she’s finally mine and I get to keep her forever. And fuckin’ forever I will if it kills me.
The way she’s been letting loose tonight is good for her, really good. She needed this and she sure as hell deserves it after everything. I knew this party would be a great idea. My brothers and the girls really pulled through for her and me. She’s been happy today, happier than I’ve seen her in since she’s been back in my life.
I have her leather kutte in our room, and I hope she’s ready for me to brand her soon. I was going to give it to her earlier today to wear, but I can’t think straight around my girl. I’ll give it to her soon. She still needs a little more time to adjust to club live.
I’m watching her dance around as her moves become slower. I know she’s not going to make it out here much longer. She's been drinking more than I imagined her little body could handle. What did Jules say to me not so long ago, she hasn’t been drinking since she’s been here. I’ll have to address that with her soon and find out what that’s all about.
I can tell she exhausted after our long day on my bike in the heat.
My girl seems to be able to surprise me at every turn, and I love it. I look forward to everything she has to throw my way, knocking me off my feet for sure with her sassy attitude.
Since starting our mornin’ routine of goin’ to the gun range and the gym, I see how it’s helping her heal a day at a time. I’ve seen it in her eyes lately, and she’s becoming her old self again bring her sass back too.
She’s gettin’ back the girl I remember from so many years ago, slowly but surely she’ll get back to her old self.
If I could just find her brothers and Cesare, that might be the final pieces of the puzzle to making her whole again. Or at least as whole as she can be again after everything.
I can’t wait till the day I get her gorgeous ass naked and under me with my name, my brand on her sexy little body. The tats that she had inked on her perfect body for me five years ago make my heart swell with pride just like a fuckin’ pussy. Damn, she shocked the shit out of me today when I saw her ink peeking out of her bottoms, then her confession.
All these years she never dated any men all because her heart belonged to me. I imprinted her heart like she had done to mine the day she was born.
She only wanted me even though she never thought she would be with me, her body and soul belonged to me. She accepted never having a man in her life if she couldn’t have me. She’d been faithful to me, and we weren’t even together.
In the meantime, I was a selfish sonofabitch and drank myself into oblivion every fuckin’ day for the last four years since leaving the service. I fucked every hole I can find to take my mind off her. Pussy was just that to me, pussy.
No talking, no communicating, no relationships, and no cuddling involved. And defiantly no kissing that was too intimate for me. I didn’t want intimacy, just needed a hole to get my dick wet in, and I was good.
Until I thought about her again and the searing pain came back with a vengeance. The black hole in my heart would open up further taking more of my dark soul.
While I was here enjoying myself - if you could call it that - she wasn’t even living her life the way she was supposed to be. I have a lot of making up to do.
It pains me the way I’ve hurt her through all these years apart, and Val never mentioned anything to me. I never want to hurt her, that’s why I was hurting myself. Or so I thought. I ended up hurting both of us in the worst way possible.
So yeah, I mad as all hell at myself for all this shit. I should have been the first and only man to touch what’s always been mine.
I’ll spend every day making sure she enjoys her life with me, and we have new experiences together. We’ll take life by the balls together and relish in every moment we have together until the reaper comes for my ass.
Gigi will enjoy the rest of her childhood too. I’ll make it my lives mission to see my girls happy with me. I’ll do what’s need to be done for that to happen. Bella and I will raise her together along with a family of our own one day. My girls will never want for a damn thing, emotional or materialistic, whatever, I’ll give them everything they want.
I see Red hand the girls yet another shot. They have consumed at least a bottle of that damn Cinnamon Whiskey each tonight. I’m glad they ordered a dozen cases of that shit, the girls are lovin’ the hell out of it.
The song changes to the most appropriate song for the girls. I see Gator by the jukebox with a devilish grin on his face. That bastard chose this song for them.
They are jumping up and down yelling excitedly as Pitbull ‘Fireball’ booms through the speakers around the bar.
The girls grab hold of Sam’s hand draggin’ her up on the bar with them. Gator darts over to help lift her up to them.
The bar has erupted in chaos with all the guys eggin’ the girls on.
The girls have finally figured out what Ace meant by ‘Coyote Ugly Style’ with Sam’s help. The three of them are getting’ into a rhythm following my girls lead. Jumping on the bar, shaking their asses and tits all over the place.
Damn, she’s lucky I love the shit out of her and want her happy tonight, or I would be taking her to our room and spankin’ her little ass red for this show she’s putting on in front for my brothers.
I should be the only man she shakes her tits and ass for, for the rest of her goddamn life. We will defiantly be having a conversation about this shit. She’ll know this is unacceptable and never to do it again or there will be consequences. Consequences in the form of my hand on her ass makin’ it red with my hand print.
The bar is fuckin’ wild crazy. I see Throttle is in back on the couch with his dick down the club whore Maggie’s throat. Scorpio’s next to him with his cock down the club whore Jan’s throat. Tally has his ol’lady Margret pinned against the wall in the corner in the game room. There are a couple of guys in the same room playing pool. What the hell is wrong with Tally, fuckin’ your ol’lady should be private. Only the whores should be out here with their shit all out for the brothers to see.
Unfortunately, this is just another day in the clubhouse and my life, though. My girl’s not used to this life, yet and seeing this shit won’t be good. She’s still too fragile to be thrown into this mess.
Especially, after what she’s been through and she just starting to make progress. I don’t want to set her back.
It’s time to call it a night and get my girl out of here and to bed.
When the song is over, I take her hand and pull her down to me. She falls into my arms gracefully facing towards the stairs. I intentionally avert her eyes from the back corner of the bar for her own good.
“It’s time to call it a night, Princess. You’ve had a long day, besides I want you to myself for a little while,” I say in her ear then give her a wink.
She takes by surprise kissing me hard and demanding. We wave good night to everyone in the bar while still in our embrace as I head to the stairs taking us up to our room. Some alone time is what I want and a whole lot of kisses before she passes out on me. My cock is burstin’ in my pants from this torcher of not being in her. I’ll deal and take what I can get for now.
When we get in our room, I lay her on the bed leaning over her half way still kissing her. She takes me by surprise again and shakes my kutte off then grabs my shirt yanking down, I lose my balance falling on top of her. Her hands are wild on my chest traveling down to the hem of my shirt tugging it up. I’m lost in passion as we break the kiss, and I allow her to remove my shirt. She explores my abs, tracing every defining line with her very soft delicate fingers. The room’s completely dark, but I can see the glow of her eyes from the sliver of moonlight coming through the blind over the window.
I keep my hands on her waist controlling myself from exploring her body the way I crave. As bad as I want to grab and caress her breast, squeezing her nipples in between my fingers, exploring every inch of her body, and taste her sweet pussy, I won’t touch her tonight. I’ll keep myself in check for as long as I can.
She’s drunk which means I can’t let this go any further. Once she’s asleep, I’ll release myself of this poison from my beast.
“Gio, make love to me?” she purrs in her sexy as hell voice.
Now, it’s time to put the brakes on for the night. She’s too drunk to make that kind of a decision.
“Fuck, baby, you’re really fuckin’ killing me here. Fuck, fuck, fuck we can’t do this. You're too drunk to make that decision. You need sleep, baby,” I say caressing her face before getting up from the bed. She grabs my hand, and I stare down at her beautiful glazed over golden brown eyes.
She finally nods, I help her up, and then she disappears into the closet to change out of her dress and into one of my shirts.
I do love seeing her in my shirts, it twists me up inside every time I see her with one of them on.
I quickly throw my shirt back on, before she enters back into the room. I’m sitting at the end of the bed finishing up removing my boots.
“Come here, Princess,” I say reaching for her hand and placing her on my lap. She’s wobbly on her feet from all the alcohol she consumed tonight.
It’s after three in the morning, and I know she’s beat.
“Baby, we good?” I ask her making sure I didn’t fuck anything up or hurt her. I know I’ve become a pussy.
“We’re good. You’re right I’m drunk, and I don’t want our first time to be like this.” She closes her eyes and places her head on my shoulder.
“Baby, I love you, and I want our first time together to be perfect when the time’s right. I want to make love to you more than you know. But not here in this room, in the clubhouse. The day will come, and I’ll make it special for you, for us.” She nods relaxing in my arms as her breathing evens out.
“Let’s get you in bed. You need to rest, baby.” I stand up still holding her and deposit her in the bed under the covers.
Then I head to the bathroom for a couple of Tylenol for her.
When I get back, I grab water from the mini fridge and go to her.
She half out, but takes the pills and water from me. I lay in bed holding her until her breathing evens out again.
Once I’m sure she’s out for the night, I leave her.
Now, it’s time to give my cock some attention, even though I’m not the person he wants. He wants in Bella in the worst way, but my hand will have to do for a while longer.
****
Today is July 4th, and we’re having a huge family party here and fireworks tonight. We should have a full house. I’m hoping my girl can handle it. She has met all the guys and girls from my club, but there will be a few here from our sister clubs. This won’t be the typical party she’s used to, along with all the food and drinks the guys and I have a lot of energy to get out. Our ring will be set up out the back for all the fights that have been arranged and bet on. This will be the first time Bella and girls’ will see me fight. I have to admit I’m nervous about how she’ll react.
Things have been going smoothly since her birthday, almost two weeks ago. We’ve been talking more than I’ve ever talked to any other person in my entire life. She makes it easy for me to open up to her.
With our magical connection, we just seem to know what the other is feeling and thinking. It’s making my love for her grow deeper with each passing day.
Of course, we never discuss club business, and she knows her boundaries well.
Getting her to open to me hasn’t been challenging, for the most part. She’s told me so much about Cesare I feel like I know the guy already. I have to admit I’m a little jealous of their relationship.
Talking about what happened has been extremely hard on her and me. I’ve digested the whole story, she opened up to me during one of her first therapy sections - she started recently. I was her strength that day as she held my hand like it was her only way of surviving as she kept her eyes on mine. I controlled my temper by savoring in her touch as she took comfort in my touch.
Sam and I had to convince Bella to see her friend for therapy. She goes to her three times a week, for now, in time it will be less. I go with her to every session, at her request. She said she needs me for strength and moral support. I’ll do anything for her, whatever she needs I determined to bestow upon her. So if that translates into me sitting in a therapy sessions with her, done. I would place my life on the line for my girl, so three hours a week to support her healing is nothin’. She worth every minute and more that I sit here with her.
Her nightmares and panic attacks have improved with her meds. She’s spending more time around the clubhouse getting to know my brothers. She cooks with the girls too.
Gigi has also been seeing a counselor – Nicole - here once a week for an hour working with the horses.
Gigi’s staying busy with Rosie - Iceman’s ol’ ladies - doing some homeschooling work. Not much because it’s still summer, reading mostly to prepare her for high school. And keep her mind occupied and off social media.
Bella and I agreed that with everything still unsettled we’re going to keep her home this year. Next year, we’ll enroll her in the local high school for her sophomore year. We’re doing this for her safety and until Bella can legally obtain custody of her too.
Rosie was a teacher until she got pregnant with their first child and Iceman wanted her home. She home schools their two elementary-age boys, Jack and Johnny and offered to help with Gigi.
Last weekend I took the girls and Ace to see my mom, for a long weekend. Mom lives in Meadow Woods in Orlando. She has a 2-story house, smaller than what she and dad had when I was growing up. 5 bedrooms and 3.5 baths house, a front and back porch and fenced yard for her dog. Mom has three guest’s rooms and one office.
She likes when the guys and I come visit her and wants us to all be comfortable when we’re there. It gives us all plenty of room for ourselves.
Mom and the girls were so excited to see each other and spend some time together. They gave Ace and me a headache, but it was well worth it to see my girls happy.
The four of them hung out in the kitchen most of the time cooking and baking for us.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen mom’s kitchen so cluttered with a ton of food and even happier women. Watching them laugh and sing with the music we had playing reminded me of when we were kids.
We would always spend the holidays together at Bella’s house. The women were always in Aunt Amelia’s kitchen, with the radio on.
I loved watching them dance around the kitchen and singing into their wooden spoons.
The guys and I always razzed the girls to get a rise out of them. They were all good sports about it and gave it as good as they got it.
The look that Bella had on her face when she was younger would lite up a room. The same was true that weekend in mom’s kitchen. She looked so young and vibrant again. Watching Gigi reminded me of Bella at that age.
Seeing them singing together was the highlight of my weekend. My girls have voices of angels, and I wish I could have frozen time for them.
My dark heart felt lighter for the first time in years seeing Bella and the girls so happy.
Gigi stuck close to mom all weekend taking comfort in a mother figure. I could tell how much it meant to both of them and how much Gigi’s missing her momma. She needed that connection and mom gave her what she needed. Gigi even went as far as staying in mom’s room at night.
At night the four of us would hang out after mom and Gigi went to bed, dancing around the house.
Bella made me promise her we would make time to dance together as much as possible, just like our parents used to do. My girl loves to dance, but most of all, she loves the comfort of being in my arms as I twirl her around. I can’t fault her for that because I love it too.
Mom commented on how happy I am these days and mentioned how great Bella and I are together.
She always knew a piece of my soul was missing all these years. Now that I finally have Bella back in my life, my soul is full.
Mom heard the difference in me the second she said Bella’s name that day and knew things would workout for the best. she was right as always.
All in all, it was a great weekend away.
“Hey, Beautiful, it time to get up,” I say as I glide my knuckles softly up and down her cheek to wake her.
She groans, and I roll her over on her back kissing her cheek turning her groans into a moan. My cocks hard instantly and jumps from her sweet sounds.
She finally wakes, and we dress. Bella choices one of her new sundress in light blue to wear today.
Then head down to the bar for the day’s festivities.
We enter the bar around 11, it’s jam packed with guys from different chapters. About 50 men are milling around inside, and I’m positive there are double that amount outside where I head, so Bella doesn’t feel trapped.
Also, I know Ace, and the guys are out back with the girl’s, he texted me ten minutes ago.
She doesn’t need to tell me I can sense it, my girl’s nervous as hell and putting on an act to cover it up.
She tends to do that a lot, growing up Mafia you learn at a young age never to should your real emotions, it can be taken as a weakness. she sure knows how to hide hers well sometimes she even fouls me.
I spot Blaze first by the apartments then I catch sight of the girls, Ace, Gator, and Dusty.
As we approach Gigi comes over for a hug and Gator beams at me. “You’re up at one, bro, I got five grand on you, so do me proud,” Gator says as Maddox come strolling over to us laughing his ass off.
“I hope you’re ready, Bull – Daytona’s SAA - is out for blood and Hawk – New Smyrna’s VP - wants a piece of your ass later.”
“I’d watcher you’re back alright, man, Bull wants payback for Memorial Day, you humiliated the shit out of that bastard,” Maddox says through his laughter.
I feel Bella tense up under my hand and Gigi and Jules with curious faces.
Shit, not how I wanted to handle this. Maddox stops laughing realization hits him as he takes in Bella’s anxious face.
“Shit, man, I got fucking caught up in the excitement,” Maddox says to me then looks back at Bella. Her nails are now digging into my hand.
“You must be Beast’s ol’lady, I’m Maddox, Prez of our Daytona chapter,” he says with a chin lift.
“Yup, Maddox, this is Bella, and these ladies over here are her sister, Gigi and our friend, Jules,” I grunt annoyed at his arrogance.
Bella straightens up next to me, and Gigi giggle as Maddox turns to nod at them.
He appraises Jules, and I catch Ace growls at him. He doesn’t like Maddox checking her out one iota because he’s into her, but he’s too stubborn to step up.
He takes a step closer to her and gives Maddox a look to back off, she’s his.
Maddox turns back to me and says, “Check you later,” before striding off.
“Gio, what’s going on, what’s everyone talking about?” Bella asks in a mere whisper. I turn to her and see the confusion all over her face as everyone observes us closely.
I should have told her sooner, I don’t know why I waited.
Okay, I’m an ass, I’m still learning how to navigate in these muddy waters. I’ve never been in a relationship or had to answer to anyone, besides Gator, but never on personal shit.
“We set up fights when all the clubs get together, and I always fight. The winnings benefit the club.
“It’s no big deal, I do it all the time, and now you get to see your man in action and route for me,” I say with a wink to lighten’ the mood, and she nods.
She afraid to see me fight, but she’ll do as I ask and stay calm for her sister.
“No, need to worry about the Beast, sweetheart. I’d worry about the other guys. Beast lives up to his name in the ring, you’ll see,” Blaze says then redirects us seeing how uncomfortable Bella is hearing this. “Let’s eat, I’m starving.”
We head to the food table make our dishes then have a seat at one of the picnic tables. The girls are quiet as we eat, but the guys keep the conversation going. Fight talk mostly and catching up with some of the other men.
As things are starting to wind down, Maddox finds us. “You’re up, man,” he yells to me from across the yard. I take Bella’s hand and go to the ring behind the garage where all the guys are waiting for me.
I take off my kutte, grab my phone and wallet from my back pocked unhook the chain from my belt before handing them off to my girl.
I bend to her ear and say, “Stay by Ace and Blaze. I’ll be fine, enjoy the show and route for your man. I love you.” I grace her lips intending just a quick kiss, but I can’t help myself it turns passionate, and all the guys start whistling around us.
Before she can respond, I leave her and jump into the ring to face off with a pissed off Bull.
It’s time to let the Beast out to play.
I plant my feet in place and raise my hands, left in front of right, in my fighting stance and wait for Snake to call start.
There are no rules here, we fight until the last man is standing, literally.
You get your opponent down and out to win.
My last fight with Bull took less than two minutes for me to knock his ass down and out. I’m anticipation no more than five minutes today, only because he’s rearing for this fight as payback.
He’ll never get the drop on me, but he can try. I’ve never gone down, and I’m not gonna start now.
Snake announces us then starts us off.
Bull and I circle the ring a couple of times bouncing on our feet dancing around to find my best shot. I don’t play cat and mouse long, I lunge at him throwin’ my right fist landing hard on his left temple.