Chapter Eighteen
Knife
In seconds, I was off that bed standing at the side and looking down to make sure I still had a dick. He was there, but he was as pissed as I was. I was red, swollen and—
“There’s blood,” I bit out through clenched teeth. “You made me bleed.” I managed a step towards Mrs Chang before Mena’s arms came around my waist.
“Knife, you can’t harm her. Calm down, please.”
“If my dick had hands, it would strangle you,” I warned Mrs Chang, who only smiled back.
“Thank you,” she said. “Would you like me to do your anus?”
My head jerked back and I blinked slowly at the small woman. Was she fuckin’ serious?
“No! I don’t want you anywhere near my arse. Christ, woman.”
“Knife.” Mena rubbed my back. “We should get going. Nevaeh will wake soon, and you’ll need to shower the excess wax off.”
“Let me get dressed.” Bending, which hurt, I grabbed my wallet from the back of my jeans and went to pass it to Mena, whose eyes were up to the roof. I grabbed her hand, dropped my wallet in it and said, “You get the kids out front and pay, I’ll be out in a second.”
“Okay.” She was out the door quickly.
“And you,” I snarled at Mrs Chang, “leave before I do something you won’t like.”
“You have good day.” She grinned and walked casually out of the room like she was used to being threatened.
Once I heard the door close, I looked down at my junk again.
Why in the hell did I think waxing was gonna be easy? Even though my dick looked bigger, without all the hair surrounding it, there was no way in hell I’d ever do that again.
Beast was gonna have to like what I had to offer.
Shit, maybe I could bring waxing into torturing people who fuck with Hawks.
Not that I’d suggest it. They’d ask why and there was no way I would tell them I tried it and just about cried like a baby.
Just about.
Okay, so I had tears and asked Mena to hold me.
Something she’d have to take to her grave.
* * * *
Mena came back to the house and said she’d watch and feed both kids while I took a much-needed shower. I swear I was walking crooked. I wished I had a portable fan so I could pull my I-didn’t-realise-they-were-so-tight jeans away from my groin and blow some cool air on it.
Hell, I was honestly considering asking Beast if he’d blow air from his mouth over my dick.
Opening the door, I came to a halt when I saw Beast, Dive, and motherfuckin’ Ben sitting in the living room. Beast and Ben were on the couch while Dive had his arse on the coffee table.
It really wasn’t a good day to see that dick’s face.
“Yo, brother. You still got my—” Dive started, but didn’t finish when I pushed Nevaeh in her stroller, further into the room and then stormed into the living room, with a slight limp and screwed up nose from the pain, to point down at Ben.
“You need to—” I started to yell.
“Knife,” Mena cried, interrupting me. All eyes went to her. “Um, hi, everyone.” She signed and smiled, handing Koda to Dive before coming to stand in front of me. “Nevaeh needs her lunch.”
Clenching my jaw, I breathed deeply through my nose and looked over her head to glare at Ben, then Beast.
“You’re right.” Walking back over to my girl, who was lookin’ out the side of her stroller at me, I scooped her up and kissed her cheek, causing her to giggle. Ignoring them all, I made my way back through them and into the kitchen while grumbling under my breath, “Stupid fuckin’ cockhead coming here. What was he even doin’ here? Christ, had Beast still been seeing him even after that kiss?”
“Is he okay?” I heard Dive ask.
“He’s had a hard morning,” Mena supplied, and I snorted at it.
Hard morning my arse. After going through the worst torture I’d ever been submitted to, I get home to find Beast’s cocksucker sittin’ close on the couch to him.
What was up with that?
And why in the hell did I sound like a jealous teen girl?
It had to be because I’d had my pubes ripped from my body by a smiling, sadistic woman.
So what if Ben was there? Obvious that kiss hadn’t meant anything to Beast. Did it mean something to me? Yes, yes it goddamn did. Only then why did I tell Mena gettin’ all trimmed and shit was for women?
I wasn’t ready to admit to anything when nothing was really goin’ on between us.
And that was if somethin’ did. I could be all talk and end up shittin’ my pants if things got hot and heavy between Beast and me in the bedroom.
It was somethin’ I still wanted to find out though.
If only the fucktard in the living room would fuck on off outta his life.
As Nevaeh played with some blocks on her highchair bench, I slammed things around in the kitchen gettin’ her and Koda’s lunch ready. I was also flinching still with every step I took. Christ, it probably looked like I had something shoved up my arse.
There was another thing to think about.
I’d seen Beast’s cock before, and it was a thick, long sucker. Would I be into havin’ him enter the unknown with his monster of a dick?
Wasn’t sure I could bottom.
Catching sight of a carrot, I picked it up and studied it. Needed to be thicker and longer, but could I seriously have something around that size up my arse?
Would I enjoy it or scream like a virgin?
That was somethin’ I’d have to think about later. Throwin’ the carrot back in the fridge, I slammed the door shut and spun around to find Beast standing there. I bit back my scream, but my body jolted.
Stupid fuckin’ ninja dude.
What you up to?
Heat hit my cheeks, so I turned away from him and shrugged, then shook the bowl full of peas at him. Facing him again, once my face cooled, I yelled out to Mena, “Woman, you gonna feed your boy?”
She’s gone. They’re all gone.
My brow hitched up. Why?
He smirked. Saw you on your rag and wanted to clear the house.
My middle finger came up on its own accord. Beast stepped into the kitchen more with Vin following him. Let me feed her. You go shower.
“What makes you think I want a shower?” Did he smell the wax on me?
Mena said you wanted one. Could put you in a better mood.
Passing the bowl over to Beast, he walked around the high chair and squeezed in past me, where I felt his arse brush my sore area. I let out a hiss and for once, thanked fuck he couldn’t hear me. Even though it stung like a fucker, my dick still perked up, apparently over being pissed off after what I did near it.
Still, I looked at the space between the high chair and me. There was enough for him not to be near me. Did that mean he was teasing?
Hell, if I wasn’t burning below, I’d do something about it.
Beast glanced up at me. You good?
Clearing my throat, I nodded and stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as I watched Nevaeh enjoy her food and babble between bites. I swung my stare to Beast again to find him watching me.
Why was Ben here? I just couldn’t help but ask it.
His lips twitched. Why? He found me amusing? Did that question come across like I was jealous? I wasn’t.
Who was I kidding? I was furious Ben was in the house.
He just popped in.
I considered asking if his cock accidentally popped into his mouth.
Annoyance had me fisting my hands and clenching them at my sides because Beast was being evasive. He could just tell me why he popped in, how long he’d popped in for and if any touchin’ was involved while he had fuckin’ popped in.
Instead, he went back to feeding Nevaeh.
He glanced at me because I still stood there glaring down at him like a moron.
His lips twitched again.
“How long you home for?” I asked, wanting to know how long I could take to shower.
Got the whole day.
Did that mean he didn’t have the night? Was Ben there to ask him out? Was he gonna go out with Ben again?
Fuck.
I felt like throwing up.
“Be as quick as I can be.”
Don’t rush, I got her. Then he smiled at Nevaeh and pulled a face. Fuck me, but that was hot to see. Big, broody biker messin’ playfully with my girl.
I had to get outta there and hope a shower would clear my head. Doubtful though. My head was flyin’ all over the place, obsessin’ over Beast and dickface.
Why wouldn’t he just come out and say why Ben was there and if he had plans with the dick later?
Did he enjoy my discomfort?
Scrubbin’ a hand over my face, I limped outta the room. Each step was painful, and I hoped to Christ Beast had some lotion to rub on my sore bits, ’cause I knew I didn’t, and Mena had said it would help a little. Fuck, I should’a asked her how long it’d take for me to be back to normal. It’d better not take too long because I wanted to move things up with the man in the kitchen. Then, at least if things worked out, if I liked what we were gonna do, I could demand that Ben took a hike outta his life.
It took me longer than usual to get undressed and after, I stood lookin’ down at myself once again. Still red and raw.
Stupid fuckin’ move.
Waxing. Why in the hell did women do it? They were stronger than they looked, that was for sure. Guess if they could squeeze a baby out, waxing would be a breeze.
Next time Google could go to bloody hell.
My thoughts drifted back to Beast. He was constantly in the forefront of my mind, only that time I was thinkin’ about Beast jerkin’ off like I’d heard the other night, and my dick sprang to life.
If only I wasn’t sore, I would have tugged one out.
Instead, I turned on the shower, got under the spray and hissed like a bitch when the water hit me.
* * * *
After showering and dressing in loose-fitting track pants, my phone rang. The display read Private Number. “Yo?”
“Your father is dead.”
My whole body stilled. There was only one guess who the motherfucker was on the other end of the line.
“He promised me something and he didn’t deliver. Since you took the life of one of mine, I’ve taken his.” The guy talked like he was God. I was about to take him down a step and let him know exactly what I’d found out the day before from a brother who’d traced Frank’s phone.
“And tell me something, dickhead. Did Frank pass on my message?”
He laughed as if what Frank had warned him about didn’t faze him. “I believe he did.”
“Good. Then you know not to fuck with Hawks. If you do, we’ll come after you, Bryant Campbell.” Silence met me on the other end of the line. I chuckled darkly. “Yeah, we know who you are. So you might actually want to listen to this warning, Bryant. We’ll be watching. You even breathe in our territory, you’ll never know what hit you.” With that, I ended the call. Stupid fucker thought he was the up-and-coming man in the drug business and untouchable. He was wrong. Only Hawks was untouchable.
After calming my fury, I made a call to Parker, telling them to get to Frank’s house to take on the case. I also rang Ma and told her the news. Her voice cracked and she cried. Only it didn’t last long. She pulled herself together and we talked for a few more moments before hanging up.
I was glad Frank was dead. The world would be better off without him in it. I just hated the pain it had Ma feeling, even if it was small.