Chapter 8
Beast
It’s been six days since I left my girl’s and mom. This shit has taken longer than any of us expected, but it had to go down this way. We have to make sure it’s just the Macks we take out and none of the innocent girls in there. So, here we are on Sunday night, it hurts my heart how much I’ve missed my Bella. This is the first time I’ve left her since I got her back and I’ve hated every second of this shit. Six long days and nights without my girl’s sweet lips and delicious pussy are too damn long. I need her every day to breathe, it seems these days, and without her, I’ve been in pure hell. I will be making sweet blissful love to my dear wifey a few times a day, from now on to make up for this shit, to her and me. I may not even let her up for air, or out of our bedroom for days once I get home.
Tonight, or early in the morning, it will finally all go down and not foreseeing any more problems, I should be home to her early tonight the latest. I’m hoping sooner, but I have to wait for my orders from Gator before I can leave.
I’ve barely spoken to Bella, only a couple of times on the phone and a few texts here and there. That’s the only contact we’ve had. I’ve been so engrossed in my work and trying to complete it as fast as possible, so I could get back to her.
From the few early conversations, I’ve had with Gator, I know she’s holding up just fine. She’s starting to get antsy and misses me, but she’s hanging in there, supposedly. He mentioned, she’s staying busy, cleaning and cooking with all the women in the Clubhouse. She’s even been fixing up the apartment with Gigi and mom. The purchases we made on our honeymoon arrived the day after I left.
When I spoke to him a few hours ago, he said she’s been particularly moody the last two days. I’m sure it’s from not sleeping well without me because I sure as shit know I haven’t been sleeping well without her in my arms and on top of me. I’ve gotten used to having her warm body on top of mine these last few months.
Although, it has been almost two weeks since our wedding, and if my calculations are correct, she is due for her woman thingy. That could be why she’s been so moody.
Unless… No, could she be? Could she be pregnant? Could she be having symptoms already? Can they start this soon?
I’m making a mental note right now to research the internet for early signs of pregnancy symptoms on my phone when we stop at the Jax Clubhouse. I should also purchase us some pregnancy books online.
I guess we’ll have to wait and see if she misses her period, then we’ll know for sure. Just the thought that she might be pregnant makes my heart want to explode with pure bliss and has my cock hardening in my pants.
To see her tits swell up and her body changing to accommodate the growth of my baby in her tiny body. Shit, what could be better? Okay, so many things that involve her are the best. Like making her smile, having her in my arms, making sweet love to her, the list just goes on and on, but this will without a doubt, make my top ten list.
As soon as I get home, I’m going to start working on the plans for our house. This way if she is or if she gets pregnant soon, we can bring the baby home to our house, not the apartment.
We talked a little about the house before I left, and I’ve got some ideas already about what I want in our new home.
It will be a two-story colonial style house, a front porch with a swing for her, and a back porch the whole length of the house. Giving us enough room for when we barbecue to accommodate our guest.
Besides, when our kids are old enough to play outside, they will have plenty of room to run around. Plus, maybe even an in-ground pool facing the lake.
We will need to add a three-car garage for our SUV, her Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat convertible, that I will need to retrieve soon, and my bike.
We’ll have a whole acre, or so, on the lake to do as we please with.
I wonder if Ace and Jules will build a house next to ours. I guess will have to wait for their story to find out, now won’t we?
We’re going to need at least six bedrooms and six full baths. We need a suite downstairs, for mom when she comes to visit, and a full bathroom for guest. We will add an additional smaller suite upstairs for Gigi, being that she’s a teenager, and she’ll want her own space.
Our master bedroom suite will be huge, with double French doors, a fireplace and sitting area for her to read and relax. A decent size closet for me and an oversized closet for Bella to accommodate all her clothes, shoes, and purses I will also have to retrieve from her childhood home. I may even see if I can replicate her old closet for her.
I know how much she loved it and how she and Uncle Dominic designed it together when she was eight. I’ll enlist Gigi to help with that - I don’t remember what it looks like - so I can surprise my girl.
Our bathroom will be huge and fit for la mia bella Principessa. A full shower and a Jacuzzi spa tub, both big enough for the two of us to use together. Shower sex with my girl is the best part of my mornin’, after her being my first breakfast, of course.
My girl is also going to need a beautiful built-in vanity with full-length wall mirrors. She’ll be able to see herself at every angle, sitting, and relaxing while doing her hair and makeup.
Next, the kitchen, the best gourmet, eat-in style kitchen for my girls to cook and bake in whenever their hearts desire. The kitchen should open up to our family room and dining room. I want to be able to see my family from every room in my house. Also, we are going to need a fireplace in our family room.
Finally, yet importantly, my man cave with a bathroom, added to the house. It will need to be accessible from the house like the garages.
The guys and I are going to need a place to play poker and watch the games when we want time away from all the chaos at the Clubhouse.
“Hey, Beast, wake the fuck up, bro. It’s time to send the guys in for those girls,” Ace says, slapping me on the shoulder knocking me out of my thoughts.
I focus back on my laptop and watch the Macks in the bar drinking. On the split screen, I can see all the girls in the basement. They have them so drugged, they look like they’re nodding out. Some are passed out on the floor except for two of them that are being used at the moment.
“Ace, we got two guys downstairs with the girls. You still want me to start the gas?”
My job is to pump the gas in through the air conditioning unit, I have it all hooked up to my laptop. All I have to do is hit one button, and the flow begins.
The only problem is, the basement vents aren’t completely opened, so not much will reach down there. It will take about five minutes to get down, and it may not be enough to knock those bastards out for good.
Twenty of our guys, including me, have spent the last five nights setting up all the explosives. Five of them have spent the last two nights hooking up the gas. The rest of the men have been monitoring the area and the town.
Throttle has been monitoring the cameras since day one. Ace, Blaze and I have had full access to the feed, and we have been taking shifts on top of our other duties.
We got lucky cause all these assholes do is drink and fuck. They are so dumb they haven’t even noticed us doing all this shit under their noses.
Starting Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon, they had a huge party to celebrate the money they would be bringing in from the sale of the girls, in a few days. Well, so they think.
I hoped we could have gotten the girls out before then, unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out in our favor. Those poor girls were being used and abused, literally, all weekend, and it burned us all up because we couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
We were all willing to go in and shoot every one of those motherfuckers in the head to stop them, but Gator ordered us all to stand down. They had a full house with civilians and other club members. They partied like rock stars, all weekend, for the last time.
We are at war with them, but that was one war we couldn’t win, they outnumbered us four to one with all their armed guests. Ya, they were all locked and loaded just like us. You have to pick your battles, right, and this was one battle we wouldn’t be able to have the upper hand in for sure. So, we stood down as ordered.
We couldn’t even get much work done without the risk of being seen either. That’s how many people were roaming around the grounds.
“Keep an eye on those shitheads and lemme know when they move. I’ll let the guys know to hang back for a few minutes,” Ace says pissed about the delay, I can’t blame him I am too. Every extra second we sit here is longer we have to be away from our girls, and those other shitheads waiting for us in our shed.
He takes a deep breath, and then radios Bug on his headset radio, all the guys have one.
He’s heading up the guys on the other side of the building. He informs them of our new development and tells them to wait.
We have 22 men going in the building, two will keep watch while 12 remove the girls from the basement. The other eight will remove the other six women in the bar and the two in their rooms. I suspect the two in the rooms are ol’ ladies, not for long, their ol’ men will be seeing the devil very soon. Their men have been keeping them locked in there at night, so they can play around with the girls downstairs and the club whores.
Total pieces of shit the men in this Club are, in my book.
What happened to honor and respect your woman?
Soulless bastards, that’s what these pieces of shits are, and the two waiting at the Clubhouse will pay the ultimate price for the sins of their brothers, at Ace’s and my hands.
I keep my eyes on my split screen, making sure no more men enter the basement or leave the bar to delay us with any more wasted time.
It’s already two in the mornin’, and we need at least an hour from when I start the gas to get the girls out and off the property. Gator wants us to light this bitch up no later than four, so we can get our asses out of dodge and into Florida by daylight.
Five men will be staying here in Georgia to deal with the mayhem and any stragglers we missed. Ace is leaving Smokey in charge – Ft. Myers Enforcer - Dragon and Tex –from Vero Beach - and Tito and Fang –from Miami.
Gator and Joker – Jax Prez - have ordered us to stop at the Jax Clubhouse before we head home, for a few hours, until those men check in with him. At that point, our Club will head home, and the other guys will stay in Jax.
Once the other guys make their way there, then they will all head to our Clubhouse to report in for Church Monday morning, and a party Monday night to celebrate our victory.
I’m watching the screen and see one of the men walking to the stairs and the other man fixing his shit in his pants.
These men make me sick, drugging, raping, and selling girls to the highest bidder like cattle. They all belong in hell, burning in the pits and being raped on a daily basis by the devil himself just like they have done to these poor girls.
These girls are going to need a lot of therapy and a good support system, even with them drugged the whole time. I’ve seen firsthand how it affected the strongest woman I’ve ever known.
Hopefully, they will all have family and friends to help them through the process. If not, maybe they can bond together and help one another through the worst of it.
“Hey, man, they’re leaving. Tell me when you want me to hit the fuckin’ button.” I look over at Ace who is watching the screen with me. He hits the button on his radio and tells the guys to go in five.
“Hit it,” he orders. Then we watch the lines fill up on my screen indicating the success of the flow through the a/c lines to the vents.
Everything looks good and seems to be going as planned so far.
We stand here for a few minutes, and then we see one by one the men closing their eyes. In a matter of minutes, it’s lights out for all of them. Some drop to the floor and others in their seats as sleep takes them under.
Then out of nowhere, I see two men walking down the hallway together, to the bar from a room in the far back.
We had no camera access to their meeting room, and that’s where these men just walked out of. Ace informs the guys of the stragglers that seem to be immune to the gas.
All our men enter the building and scatter like flies, grabbing the girls fast. Once they have the girls, they get the hell out of there.
Twenty minutes later, the girls are out, and the van is ready to leave to deliver the girls to the hospital.
One of our men is hurt, but not too bad. He was hit in the face by one of the stragglers. Whatever drugs were in those fuckers systems kept them up. My brothers were stronger and faster. They got the drop on them and put a bullet right between their eyes before any major damage could occur.
We have our contact, the nurse, meeting Red Dog and the prospects behind the hospital for the girls.
She is going to have them all checked out for STD’s, infections, and pregnancy. She will also have them draw a blood panel to check what drugs they have in their system.
From the face recognition we got through the security feed, Throttle was able to identify 16 out of the 20 girls we pulled out. Their ages range from 15 to 22 years old, most are girls not even women yet.
The four club whores were not in any database that he could find, and look young. Meaning: they are either illegals, or no one has filed a missing person report on them, or they don’t have any photo I.D. Fingerprinting them may help to identify them, but hopefully, when they all wake up, they can tell the hospital and Georgia PD who they are and where they came from. We will send the other girls information to our contact here at the PD. I’ll be sending it off as soon as I get word the girls have arrived at the hospital.
Now, it’s time to light this bitch up and end this Club for good. Their Prez, VP, SAA, all their officers, majority of their patch holders, and all the prospects we know about are inside, so the majority of the Club will be gone. We have their Enforcer and one patch member waiting in our shed. Any patched members, we’ve missed will hide from us, never to be heard from around these parts again. Unless they have a death wish, then we’ll pick them off one by one like the scum they are.
After this, no Club will come into our territory and try messing with us. If they want in our state, they will follow our fuckin’ rules to a goddamn “T”, no ifs, ands or buts about it. We are no joke, and they will all take us seriously from here on out.
“Beast, Smokey, Tank, Bull Dog, Cotton, be ready to lightem’ up, in five, boys,” Ace says through the headset. I’m antsy as fuck and ready for this shit to be over now.
“Beast, I know you’re ready to be done with this shit, I am too. Soon, then we can move on to other things. Patience, my brother, patience, you taught me that. It’s almost time to end this shit for good and move on. One step at a time, brother, one step at a time...” He drags the last word out and then pauses before continuing.
“I really can’t wait to get home to Jules. I miss the shit out of her. Never thought I would ever say I missed a woman.” Ace shakes his head.
“Then I’m going to torture the fuck out of Devil for laying a hand on my girl. I’m going to shred that asshole to pieces,” he growls, I almost laugh at the way he’s acting. I probably would, if I wasn’t so goddamn mad at those fuckers myself.
“Ready?” I ask Ace, needing to blow this shit up and he nods. I hit the button to turn on my headset and talk to the guys.
“Okay, guys, ready on my mark. Ten, nine, eight.” We’re almost done here, I tell myself continuing to count.
“Two, lightem’ up!” I shout pressing the button at the same time as the guys, and the sky lights up.
We are all about five miles back from the building and watch the explosion on our laptops, but we can still feel the vibrations from the shocks. The earth is shaking under our feet and traveling up our bodies.
We take a few minutes to regain our equilibrium before mounting our bikes and getting the hell out of there.
Ace orders Smokey, Dragon, Tex, Tito, and Fang back to our motel to lay low and to contain the aftermath. They also need to make sure our Club name stays as far away from this as possible.
The way we set things up, it should look like their rival Club attacked them. They have a long history with the Skull Knight MC here in Georgia, and none of it is good. They ain’t a good Club either and have fought the Macks and other Clubs around these parts for their territory for years. They run drugs, guns, and a fighting ring underground here, and they want to control the whole state. They can have it as long as it stays here away from us.
I’m ready to head home to my girl. A few more hours and she’ll be in my arms after a quick stop in Jax, hopefully.
When we arrive in Jax, I find a private area in the backyard and try Bella’s phone a couple of times with no answer. Each time it sends me to her generic voicemail immediately. Her phone is either dead, or she has no reception. Before I start to panic, I call Gator.
He answers on the third ring. “Hey, man. How was the ride back down?” he asks me as a greeting.
“Good,” I say, pausing a second then I ask. “Hey, Prez, have you seen Bella? I’ve tried to call her, and her phone goes straight to voicemail. Please tell me she’s okay?” Gator makes a grunting noise on the other end of the phone, and I know immediately things aren’t good in my gut.
As I stand here in the heat, waiting for him to speak, my gut and heart are telling me to get on the road and back to my girl now. She must need me in the worst way possible, and neither she nor Gator will convey that to me.
“She’s okay, still the same. I haven’t told her you would be home tonight because she could use a little surprise pick me up.”
He’s not telling me everything. I can hear it in his tone. He’s keeping things from me, and I’m not having it. She’s my woman, he needs to step up and tell me what the fuck is going on over there without me.
“No disrespect, Prez, but I know you’re holding the fuck back on me. She’s my woman, and I demand to know what the fuck is going on with her?!” If he weren’t my Prez, I would throttle his ass when I see him next. This is bullshit, and he knows it.
He grunts/growls and finally lays it all out for me. He tells me how she’s not eating, not sleeping. She’s been moody and out of sorts emotionally the last couple of days.
The first night I was gone, she had one of the worst nightmares to date, it scared the shit out of Gigi and mom. Mom was the one who ended up calling Gator to have Sam give her something to help her sleep. Apparently, whatever they agreed on isn’t working at all, and she is keeping herself up.
Maddox has been checking in on her cause he’s so concerned about her. Apparently, they have become fond of one another and grown close. He sees her as a daughter, like Gator, and she sees them as a father figure. These are presences she needs in her life now, more than she will let on or let them know.
Undoubtedly, they have developed some sort of a bond.
Mom’s been concerned about her and hovering over her, smothering her pretty much. Gigi is worried sick and somewhat freaked out by Bella’s behavior. She’s never seen her big sister act like this before, not even after... After what happened to her back home before I came for her.
He also tells me she’s been hanging out by the lake the last two days sunbathing. She’s been staying away from everyone and just enjoying the peaceful view and the sun. He has a prospect keeping an eye on her from a distance, but he’ll go check on her himself, for me, when we get off the phone.
He also mentions that he spoke to Skully and he will be down in a week with Cesare. Only he knows this information, so I don’t have to worry about Bella finding out before I can tell her.
I ask him how soon I can leave Jax, I’m itching to get home to my girl and have her in my arms now more than ever. He orders Ace, the guys from our club and me to head back now. He’ll have the other brothers leave tonight to head our way.
I tell him not to tell Bella I’ll be home soon. Since she’s not expecting me till late night, this will be a good surprise to lift her spirits. He agrees and promises to keep a close eye on her until I text him when we get closer.
I end the call and round up my guys to head out. It’s time to get home to my girl before she has a nervous breakdown or worse on me.
I should have never left her so soon after what happened in that dance Club, or for this length of time, or at all. I have a lot to fix when I get home to her. I’m not letting her out of my sight or arms in the near future.
She needs me more than she’s willing to admit. I should have known better than to trust she’d be fine without me, but no one knew it would be for this long. She’s still healing, and all those feelings returned again right before I had to leave her. She’s gonna need to see her therapist ASAP, that’s for sure.
Shit, this is hell knowing she needs me and won’t admit it. Damn it to all hell, she’s stubborn just like her father (Uncle Dominic) and her oldest brother (Val).
Speaking of Val, I need to find my best friend and soon for her. She obviously needs the men in her life back with her.
She needs her brothers Val, Romeo, and Bash, even Lorenzo. He’s like a brother to her too, even if he’s not blood. We all did grow up together after all.