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Bobby’s face turns to stone before he leans in. “You would do well to remember who the fuck you are talking to. I may not be a part of your club, but I have a long standing relationship that you damn well know has been me getting your asses out of the shit on many occasions. I have never cashed in on a favour, but my hand has been forced, and now I have to. Now, stop your bitching like a pair of whiney teenage girls, and do as I’ve asked,” Bobby seethes.
Beast holds up his hands in surrender. “Just wanted to know if we are about to get fucking shot at. I’m all for respecting you Bobby, we all hold you in the highest fucking respect, but that goes both ways. We ain’t your little errand boys. We will put our lives on the line for our club, for our family, and that shit applies to you as well. To a point,” Beast says, smirking.
Bobby smiles wide. “I always knew I liked you Beast. Never afraid to say it how it is. I respect that. I apologise, but I don’t think you realise just how important this package is to me. You can understand that, right?” he points out.
I hold my hand up, stopping Beast. “Stop throwing your handbags, ladies. We all respect each other, blah, blah, fucking blah. Just give us the address and we will collect it,” I sigh sarcastically.
Bobby pulls out a small, folded piece of paper and slides it across the table. Beast takes it and places it in his pocket. There’s not one protest from any of the wardens, considering you aren’t supposed to exchange items. The fucking power of Bobby.
“Consider it taken care of.” Beast nods before we leave.
We ride for around forty minutes to a small house in the suburbs. The neighbours stare at us as we pull up onto the drive, and we exchange a look.
“Give it ten minutes until the police are called,” Beast states as he looks around at the sudden concern from neighbours. “Nosey fuckers. Let’s get in and out, pick up this package, and get the fuck out of here,” he states as we walk to the front door.
“Did he give you a key?” I ask.
Beast shakes his head no. He tries the handle, and the front door opens. He raises his brow as we enter. “Did he say what it was we were picking up?” I ask, looking around.
“No, I’m guessing when we see something that looks like a package.” Beast shrugs. He pauses and places a finger in front of his lips when we hear the sound of voices coming from down the hall. Beast pulls out his gun, while I reach for my blade. We creep down the hall until we stop outside the door where the voices are coming from. “Ready?” Beast asks. I nod and as Beast kicks open the door, we barrel inside the room.
“What the fuck?!” a guy screeches. He jumps off the bed and cups his dick, but that’s not what’s got our attention. There’s a girl gagged and tied up on the bed. Her eyes are wide with tears streaming down her face.
Beast turns and aims his gun at the guy. “I’m going to untie this woman and remove the gag. You better pray for your sake that she says this is some kind of weird kinky shit, or I will shoot your fucking maggot dick off,” Beast growls. He hands me his gun so I can keep an aim on the fucking low life. Beast unties the woman and places a cover over her semi-naked body. He slowly pulls down her gag. “You okay, sweetheart?” Beast asks softly.
The woman grasps the sheet around her body and scrambles off the bed, pushing her long auburn hair off her face. “Am I okay? Really? I was tied up and gagged by this scumbag, forcing himself on me. He was about to, to—” she rants, her body shaking. “No, I’m not fucking okay!” she yells.
Beast grabs the gun and pulls out the silencer from his back pocket, before adding it to his gun. “Please, no, it wasn’t like that. She asked for it kinky. She asked to play and shit,” the guy whimpers.
“I asked you to tie me up, Kenny! I didn’t ask you to try and rape me! I said stop, you fucking moron!” she yells.
Beast places the head of his gun against the guy’s dick. “Now, you might want to bite down on something, because this is going to hurt,” Beast warns.
The guy trembles as he whimpers and cries. I walk over and shove a sock in the guy’s mouth. Beast smiles and fires his gun. The guy lets out a muffled scream as he drops to the floor, cupping his bleeding dick.
“You’re going to want to keep the pressure on it. Too much blood loss and you’ll lose your dick completely,” Beast advises. We both turn around to see the woman has gone.
“Fuck.” We both sigh as we hear the sound of someone trying to kick start a bike. We run through the house and out the front door to see the redhead straddling Beast’s bike, trying to start it.
Beast sighs and walks over to her, dangling the keys in front of her. “Going somewhere, sweetheart?” he asks, smirking.
She looks up at him and sighs. “I don’t know who sent you, but I will fight you. I won’t stop fighting. He doesn’t care about me, you know? So you won’t get what you want by using me as leverage,” she rants.
Beast frowns. “Who doesn’t care about you? And who exactly are we supposed to be leveraging?”
She sighs and rolls her eyes. “My father, of course,” she answers when Beast and I shrug clueless. She frowns “You guys are here to kidnap me, right?”
“That depends on who your dad is?” Beast asks.
Her eyes flickers back and forth. “Bobby,” she states.
Beast sighs. “You’re the package,” he says when realisation hits.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She looks back and forth between Beast and I. “How do you know my nickname?” she asks.
Beast shakes his head. “Your father asked us to come pick up the package, to take care of the package,” Beast tells her.
“He always calls me his precious little package, well, more so when I was a kid. So, I guess I better pack a bag?” she asks.
Beast shakes his head no. “Ain’t got time, sweetheart. I’ve left your boyfriend bleeding out from his dick in there, and I’m guessing from the curtain twitchers that the police are already on their way. Jump off,” he orders. She climbs off his bike and Beast swings his leg over his and sits down, kick starting his bike. “Get on and hold on tight,” he adds. I start mine up, already hearing the sirens in the distance. She jumps on the back of Beast’s bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“What’s the plan?” I yell before we ride off.
“Fuck if I know! The club, I guess,” he yells. He turns his head towards the girl. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Belle,” she yells.
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me,” Beast snaps, shaking his head in disbelief.
I pull out my cell. “Say cheese!” I laugh, taking a photo.
“What the hell?!” Belle asks, confused.
“I will fucking knock you the fuck out when we get back to the club,” Beast seethes.
I can’t control my laughter as I type “Beauty and the fucking beast.” I hit send, messaging it to Ghost and the rest of the brothers. I place my cell back in my pocket as the sound of the sirens get louder. Beast grabs her hands and wraps her arms tighter around him, pulling her entire body flush against his.
I smile. “Hold on tight, darlin’. You’re in for a hell of a ride with Beast,” I warn.
The End
If you enjoyed that and want more, here is the first chapter of Hidden Truths, book #1 of the Satans Outlaws MC series.
CHAPTER ONE OF HIDDEN TRUTHS
WES
I sit in my truck watching a few members of the Cartel. For months I’ve been watching their dealings, their meetings, I know everything about them. I could even tell you who they’re fuckin’.
No one knows that I’ve been gathering intel. Rip, my cousin and the President of the Satan’s Outlaws, asked me directly. I didn’t need persuading, after the shit they caused I was more than happy to do it. The Cartel want the Satan’s Outlaws’ territory. They want their business. They want to rule it all. Like hell are the Satan’s Outlaws going to let that happen!
I watch and grip my steering wheel tight as one of the cartel slaps his woman across the face for not doing as he asked. I grit my jaw and take a picture on my phone. I have a nice little album coming along of the assholes I’m going to kill. War is coming and these fuckers will be mine.
Leaving the poor woman behind, they get in their car. I chuck my phone on the seat and follow them. Eventually they pull up outside a florist. I tuck my truck slightly back to keep out of view.
They’ve been coming here on and off a lot over this past month. At first I thought it was because the Cartel were secretly romantic bastards. I snort with laughter at the thought. I quickly noticed that every time one of them comes out of the shop they dump the flowers in the trash.
They aren’t going in there to buy flowers, it’s something else, some other reason. A dealer maybe? I write down the name of the florist, Serena’s Flowers, to have a look into it. A florist isn’t exactly a normal place for the Cartel to be.
I watch them drive off. I don’t follow them. I don’t want to bring too much attention to myself. I watch the florist, wondering if I should go in. While I’m deciding what I should do a women comes out of the shop.
“Shit.” I say, feeling like the wind has been kicked out of me. She is stunning. She has thick long wavy dark brown nearly black hair, olive skin, and sexy curves. She bends down to place some flowers in the bucket display.
“Fuck me.” I groan, looking at her perfect heart shaped ass.
I haven’t even seen her face yet and she’s already caught my attention. No wonder the Cartel keep coming back here.
Something catches her attention and she looks my way.
Big dark brown eyes surrounded by long thick eyelashes, a small perfect nose, and then there’s her mouth, her plump bow shaped lips. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I’m watching her. I’m captivated by her. She smiles as she greets an elderly man. She hugs him and I immediately feel fuckin’ jealous of the old guy. He must say something funny to her because she throws her head back and laughs.
I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. I know I have to find out who this woman is. Just by seeing her I know I want her. I have to make her mine.
I’ve already met my fair share of beautiful women and I have had my chance but I’ve always been the nice guy. I always saw who they were truly meant to be with.
What is it they say? Nice guys always finish last. Well not this time, I’m not letting anything come between me and her. Every other fucker has had their happily ever after, now I’m taking mine.
My cell rings. I glance down and see it is Rip. Sighing I pick up the phone.
“Yeah.” I answer.
“How is it going? Any progress?” He asks.
I pause and look at the beautiful woman in front of me.
“Nah, nothing new to report.” I lie. “How much longer are you wanting me to do this for anyway?” I ask.
“Until I know or have some idea what those mother fuckers are up to. I don’t like not knowing. I need to prepare the brothers and arrange back up incase it’s needed. I need to make sure the old ladies and kids are safe and protected.” Rip grits.
“Alright, jeez, calm down. I get it. I’ll continue to keep tabs on them. Christ, someone is a little cranky this morning. What’s the matter? Rose giving you blue balls?” I tease.
“Fuck off and don’t talk about my old lady like that or I will fuck you up.” Rip warns.
“Stop flirting with me! We’re cousins you sick fuck.” I laugh.
“For fuck sake Wes.” Rip laughs.
“Listen, I gotta go. Catch you later.”
“Later brother.” Rip says as he disconnects.
I keep hold of my phone and tap it on the steering wheel, trying to decide if I should go in. If I had my way I would go in and throw her over my shoulder and take her back to mine and never let her go.
I know how creepy and insane that sounds though. I haven’t even spoken to her, for all I know she’s a crazy bitch.
Now isn’t the time to be going after her. I have enough shit to deal with. I’ve waited this long to find the right one for me, I can wait a little longer.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.G. Campbell lives in Southwest, England with her husband and children and writes in her spare time.
She loves to write romance that will have your heart pounding but will also make you laugh out loud. L G likes nothing more than to evoke all the emotions in her readers. Whether she makes you cry tears of sadness or laughter in Tiers of Joy or have you on the edge of your seat and your heart breaking in Hidden Truths.
L G writes what she loves, and she hopes you love them too.
When she is not writing she is either baking or enjoying a cheeky gin with friends. You can follow me on all social media sites for latest news and exclusive teasers.
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