Chapter Fourteen
Knife
“Fuck it,” I muttered, more to myself than Beast and leaned in to touch my lips to his. He was statue still, and I worried I’d broke him from shock. I was also scared shitless that he’d throw me away and storm from the room yelling he didn’t want to mess around like that with a man who didn’t know shit about being with a guy. Because clearly I didn’t. I held my lips against his and had no clue what to do next. Usually women melted against me, and we’d be making out like pros. However, Beast was still frozen, with his hands down at his sides. They certainly weren’t on me, groping me, but at least they weren’t pushing me away. I had one arm along the back of the couch and the other splayed on the couch cushion at my side.
As my heart bottomed out in my gut from fear, I took another leap and brought my tongue out to lick Beast’s lips.
It was then he came unstuck.
He moaned against my mouth as his hands landed on my sides and he dragged me closer to him.
I smiled against his lips and thought, Well, there you have it, folks. I’m enjoying kissing a dude.
I wasn’t grossed out by it. I didn’t want to throw up in his mouth.
In fact, I fuckin’ liked it.
Moving closer still, my hand on the back of the couch came to his shoulder, and I lifted the other to the side of his neck and gripped while tilting my head to the side. Our tongues touched, tasted, and teased.
We groaned, and the kiss turned harder, and hotter. It was different than kissing a woman. His whiskers grazed me, but I even liked that.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
My gut was in a swirl of feelings. My heart wanted to break free of my chest, and when I slid my hands over him, I realised they shook. My cock pulsated in my jeans, and as I ran my hand down to rest against the side of his chest, I found he was breathing as heavily as I was.
Breakin’ the kiss, I moved only inches away to see his eyes smouldering with… hell, desire. I wondered if my eyes said the same. His hands left me, and I knew he was going to sign some question. Only I didn’t let him.
Leaning back in, I touched my mouth to his, once, twice and then linked our lips together in another wild kiss.
This was Beast.
A man.
My friend.
And yet, I wanted more from him.
I wanted to touch him and him to do the same to me.
Was he as hard as I was?
The need to find out overcame me. I slid my hand from his chest slowly. His stomach quivered under my hand from my touch. I smiled against his mouth, and he knew it. He growled against my lips and gripped me tighter.
Shit. This was what I was missing.
Should never have run. Freaked.
I fuckin’ loved what I was feeling at that moment and wanted it to last forever.
Only it didn’t.
Beast flung me aside. I bounced on the couch cushion and saw him swivel his head down to the floor. I spotted Vin bouncing around, jumping at Beast and then back facing the hall. Beast was up off his seat in seconds and running for the hall. I knew it wasn’t Nevaeh. I couldn’t hear her cry and I’d come accustomed to even hearing her grizzle. Yet something was wrong.
Standing quickly, I bolted after Vin and Beast. He was in her room and then, fuck, I heard a crash, barking from Vin, and screaming from my girl.
Fear bombarded my senses. I ran, slipping, but got to the door in time to see Beast take a man to the ground and sit on him. Vin, down on all fours, growled low. Beast’s wild, angry eyes looked to me and lifted his chin to Nevaeh. Stalkin’ in, I scooped her up in my arms and hugged her close.
“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here. It’s okay,” I cooed, gently pressing her head into my chest. My eyes flicked to the window to see it open. The fucker had broken in. Why? What in the hell did he want? “Who are you?” I questioned, my voice filled with steel.
The man grunted but said nothing.
Stepping up, I kicked his head. “Who are you? What you think you’re doin’ breakin’ in here?” Nevaeh started crying again. She didn’t like her dad’s tone. I had to get her outta that room. Meeting Beast’s eyes, I ordered, “Stay here. I’ll call in the brothers.” After I had got a nod from him, I walked outta the room, found my phone and called in some help.
Fury built higher and higher inside of me.
If the skinny motherfucker thought he could fuck with my girl, he was dead wrong, and he was going to find out how much trouble he was in soon.
* * * *
Mena showed with Dive. She took Nevaeh back to their place, with Dallas following. Low was already at Mena’s minding Koda while he slept. I paced the living room just after she’d left with my girl, while my brothers stood around me.
“This is fucked up,” I said.
“It is,” Dodge agreed.
“No one breaks into Hawks and gets away with it.”
“Agreed,” Pick replied.
“He pays after we get what we need,” I demanded.
“Yes,” Billy agreed.
“Bring him to the shed out back. Beast made it soundproof.” Billy took off to tell Beast, who’d been stuck with the motherfucker while I took care of getting Nevaeh outta there and the brothers in. As I walked through the house and then out the back, I knew I didn’t have to look behind me to see my brothers were there. They’d be in this because it was Hawks’ business. We took care of our business as one.
Dodge, Pick, and I stood to the back of the small shed and waited. I only knew it was soundproof because I’d helped Beast install the stuff myself, so he could play the drums, which were off to the side, without annoyin’ the neighbours.
The door crashed open. Billy and Beast entered with a struggling man. It was then I noticed Beast had a red mark on the side of his face and he also had his tank off. The man had obviously tried to fight when I’d left the room, but Beast had the better of him. Still, the dickhead would pay for marking Beast.
What was also in the back of my head, which was fucked up in that type of situation, was the need to find a top for Beast. No one had the right to look over his body. Hell, even if they weren’t, I still wanted to cover him. That shit would be for my eyes only.
Running a hand at the back of my neck, I asked, “He said anything yet?”
Beast shook his head and Billy said, “Nope.”
My smile was gleeful. “Good. Means I get to work it out of him.” Glancing to Dodge, I jutted my chin up and ordered, “Get the shears off the wall. Both of them.” Dodge moved off to do as I asked. “Lay him out,” I ordered Billy and Beast.
Billy smiled. Beast, when in business mode, or most of the time actually, expressed nothing on his face. They threw the guy to the floor and each brother kneeled on an arm after they’d flattened his limbs out at his sides. The man kicked out and up, trying to throw them off, until Pick came forward and stood on each of his shins.
Dodge came back over and handed me the first shear. Tapping it in my hand, I stood behind the guy’s head and looked down at his red face. “You got somethin’ to say?”
“Fuck you,” he yelled.
Scoffing, I snarled. “You’ll talk soon.” Raising the shear over my head, I forced it down, straight through his right wrist and into the dirt ground. Blood squirted out as the guy screamed and thrashed, only he soon realised the more he moved, the more pain he received. Billy climbed to his feet since he didn’t have to hold the arm down due to the shears spearing it in place on the ground.
Standing, I held out my hand. Dodge slapped the other shears into my palm, and as I strolled slowly around the man’s head whistling, I noticed he’d quieted and kept his eyes glued to me.
Leaning in, I asked, “Huh? What’s that? You got somethin’ to say?”
“Can’t…,” he muttered, voice filled with agony. He wouldn’t be using his hand anytime soon. Well, that was if he was gonna live through the night.
“Can’t what?” I asked, stopping beside Beast, who still held his other arm down, leaving enough room for me to get to the guy’s wrist. “Can’t tell me what you were doin’ in my girl’s room?”
The man’s eyes flared for a second.
What was that about?
“Shit, man. I’d tell him before he loses it completely,” Billy taunted.
The dick shook his head side to side. My eyes flicked to Beast, and again, I saw the red mark on the side of his face. No one had the right to mark him but me. Pulling back my leg, I brought it forward and straight into his ribs. He coughed, groaned, and yelled, “Stop!”
“Tell me what you’re doin’ here? This is Hawks MC property. Did you know that, fool? You fucked up big time comin’ here. You some junkie lookin’ to steal?”
“I-if I say shit, my boss will kill me.”
The brothers around me chuckled. Even Beast, who would have read his lips.
“Wrong, man. They won’t kill you. I will. Up to you if you want it slow or fast?”
“Please, don’t—”
“Tell me.”
“I, I can’t.”
With a shake of my head, I sighed. “Wrong answer.” In seconds, his other wrist supported some gardening shears. As the man screamed, cried, and writhed, Beast stood up beside me and crossed his arms over his chest.
Fuck me.
It really wasn’t the best time to be admiring.
Scrubbing a hand over my face, the guy finally quietened, and I demanded, “Answer me or it’ll only get fuckin’ worse.”
He said nothing. His chest rose and fell rapidly, yet his mouth didn’t open to fuckin’ answer me. The stupid dick.
A phone chimed. Ignoring it, I picked up a knife off the bench near me. It was my tool, how I liked to work, how I got my club name, Knife.
Crouching, I touched the tip of the blade to the centre of his chest. “Talk,” I ordered gruffly.
A shake of his head had me clenching my jaw in fury. Digging the blade deeper, the idiot moaned in pain but still didn’t share any words.
“Knife,” Dodge started.
Fuck.
Not payin’ any attention to Dodge, I sliced down the guy’s chest to his abdomen. He grunted, eyes squeezing tight and panting.
“Brother,” Dodge tried again.
Swirling the tip of the blade against his gut, I repeated, “Talk.” When no words were shared, I sank the knife deeper.
His mouth opened. “Mr Conger o-ordered me to take the child.”
My body froze, my eyes widening, and I whispered, “You have got to be fuckin’ me.”