One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own #1)

  “Probably something like the clubhouse,” I answer, pulling a beer out of the fridge. “Bethy stocked up the cupboards and fridge. I have to go and sort some stuff out back at the clubhouse. It’s not that far away, about a thirty-minute walk. The entire property is fully fenced and heavily surveillanced. You’re safe here.” I walk to Meadow and pull her into me, pushing her hair out of her face. “I won’t be long.” Letting go of her and turning my back, on my way to the door.

  “Beast?” she questions and I stop in my tracks.

  “Yeah?”

  “This… whatever is going on? Can you tell me about it tonight?”

  I nod my head and smile. “Yeah baby, I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” I say before walking out the door and getting onto my bike.

  “So hang on a minute…” Ripper throws his hands up, leaning into his chair. “I still don’t understand why they haven’t come here and started shit?”

  Taking the joint off Flicker, I nod my head. “Yeah, I know. That’s why we need to deal with them once and for all. We also have the Russian’s deal. Preacher’s daughter is Queen A, from Satan’s Vixens MC. I haven’t heard anything from him yet, but when I do, we need to be prepared for his demands. There’s no way they’re getting Nevada.”

  “I’ve heard about these crazy bitches. Heard they’ve got hot little snatches, too.” Ripper chuckles under his breath.

  I raise my eyebrows and lean into my chair. “Yeah? Well, consider yourself hired. They can be your little side job when Preacher calls in.”

  “Fuck yeah. I can handle me a crazy bitch.”

  Shaking my head, we all laugh before Sugar lights up his cigarette from his spot at the table. “Jada will be here soon, wants to meet Meadow.”

  “Of course, she does,” I answer tediously. “I have a plan. I don’t know why they haven’t come after us, but I plan on going after them. This shit ends this weekend.”

  I’m sick of playing this cat and mouse game with them, I have Meadow now and I will destroy anyone who comes near us, The Army included. They built me, I was their strongest and most valued asset and I’m about to blow up their entire spot for my girl.

  Walking into the living room, I take a seat on the sofa next to Melissa, who’s watching some reality television show. This place is nice, far nicer than I envisioned. Not to stereotype or anything but when someone says you’ll be staying in a house on club property, you draw a different picture in your head.

  “Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask, pulling my legs under myself. It’s almost dark out now and Beast hasn’t been back. I guess he has a lot to fill the other guys in on.

  “I’m feeling okay.”

  “Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Hella?”

  Clearing her throat, she shuffles in her seat uncomfortably. “It’s actually nothing in particular. He just rubs me the wrong way when sex isn’t involved. Yes, we had sex. Drunk, sloppy, raw, sex. It was the night of the bonfire and we were both smashed. I don’t really remember how it even started, all I remember is he was going home on me up against the clubhouse wall outside. Then he dropped me to the ground, tucked his dick away and walked back to the party like I was a club whore. The next day he came to the bakery and didn’t even remember who I was. Since then, I’ve hated him. I still don’t know if he remembers.”

  “Wait,” I laugh before stopping. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, but Melissa you can’t blame the guy. You were obviously not an Old Lady if he was doing you up against a wall. So at the time, he probably thought you were a whore. If he was thinking at all. I don’t think he remembers, though.”

  She shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter, I still hate him. I’m going to hit it early tonight. Maybe we can cause some havoc tomorrow?” She smirks, taking a stand from the couch.

  “Yeah, maybe we can.”

  After she has made her way upstairs, I take the remote and change the channel to the Crime Investigation channel, pulling the throw blanket over me and lying down on the sofa, the soft plush wool sending me into a spiral of deep sleep.

  A breeze of ice slides over my legs and I sit up instantly, looking around the room to find Beast picking me up from the sofa, the breeze coming from the fallen throw blanket.

  “Hey,” I smile lazily at him, trying to keep my eyes open but struggling to fight the itchy, heavy dryness throbbing off them.

  Bringing his face down to mine, he runs his lips across my cheek, the soft, warm cushions igniting a roll of comfort deep in my belly.

  “Hey, baby. Sorry, I took so long.” He carries on his walk up the stairs, lifting me as if I weigh nothing.

  I wrap my hands around his thick neck. “It’s okay. I must’ve been tired. I never fall asleep like that.”

  Pushing open my bedroom door, he walks in and kicks it closed before placing me back down to my feet. “Are you staying?” I ask, throwing my hair into a messy ponytail and taking my sleep shorts out of my bag.

  Removing his MC cut, he places it on one of the bedside tables. “Yeah, that all right?”

  “Of course. Give me a minute.”

  “Meadow?” he murmurs, a smirk pulling at his lips.

  “Mmm?” I ask, tilting my head at him.

  “I’ve had my mouth on that sweet pussy, baby. I think I can handle you getting changed in front of me.”

  “Right,” I mumble, fidgeting with the short silk shorts I have in my hand. Sliding my thumbs under my jeans, I pop off the button and slowly shimmy out of my skinny jeans, making sure I don’t meet his eyes.

  Once down, I throw my silk shorts on, reach behind my back, unclip my bra and get into bed. I should have a shower, but I’m too tired.

  I didn’t notice that he hadn’t moved until I’m snuggling into the blankets. Scanning his eyes, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before pulling his black shirt off, leaving him in his jeans and his impressive six-pack. It’s not just a six-pack, though—it’s a whole lot of pack.

  Before I realize what I’m doing, I sigh into the blankets and he laughs, throwing his head back while unbuckling his belt buckle.

  Pulling the blankets away from my mouth, I lean up on my elbow. “What happened?”

  Tilting his head, he raises his eyebrows. “What? My scar?”

  I nod my head while he turns the bedside lamp off and slides under the covers with me. “This is a big story, but I know you’re ready for it.”

  My palms sweat, my stomach aches and my head is pounding. “What do you mean? Oh God, this is awful. I thought things didn’t go bump in the night, you only ever see that in movies,” I answer, running my sweaty palms over my forehead. I’m going to need that shower. His story breaks my heart into two.

  “I am what goes bump in the night, Meadow. And if it wasn’t you, no-one would want me under their bed.

  “Why me?” I ask softly. “Why am I different?”

  His face turns to mine, the shadow of the moonlight casting over his strong jaw and plump lips. “Are you really going to ask me that like you don’t know?”

  Swallowing down, I nod my head. “I guess. I just, I’m so confused about us. What is this here? What are we doing? And why did I not get a say in it,” I scoff, bringing my eyes up to the ceiling.

  “Does it matter? All that matters is that this feels right. God, I haven’t felt this way about a woman before, and there have been a few.”

  “Nope. You’re going to need to stop. I get that you have a past, but I don’t want to hear about it or see it if that’s okay with you.”

  “One of those is going to be a little tricky,” he answers.

  Bringing my eyes back to him, I huff. “Which one, Beast?”

  “The see it part. A couple of the girls hang around here a little.”

  I laugh, turning onto my side to face him. “Beast, I don’t care about the sweet butts.”

  He laughs. “Well, she’s not exactly a club whore. She handles all the club whores and manages our strip joint in town. I can handle her.”


  “Beast?” I whisper, bringing my finger up to his scar, under his ear. “I don’t need you to handle club girls for me, okay? Just keep all the other monsters away, I can handle a whore.”

  He laughs, pulling my body into his. “All right baby, I just need you to know that I’ve got you, for as long as you might need me.”

  “So this ‘Army,’ they have no affiliation to the actual Army?”

  He shakes his head. “No, none at all. It’s just a name of the operation they run. Although, it is government run, but it’s in stealth mode. No-one knows about it.”

  Closing my eyes, I open them again and run my finger across his chest. “And this serum? It wipes away your memories? How have people not heard about this?”

  Clearing his throat, he begins, “Well, the right people know about it, just not civilians. It was created by a scientist called Carrisa Kurnikiva though no-one has met her. She then cooked it up by combining two major drugs and a very strong anesthetic. They’d pump it through us instantly after a fight…or whenever they saw fit, thus wiping out our entire memories of what had happened. I don’t know why? Most of us wouldn’t talk, but they couldn’t take the chance, no-one could ever find out about what was going on. I still don’t have all of my memories back. Hella started getting flashes of his the first week we escaped.”

  “Why? Why haven’t you?” I ask, engulfed in his story.

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t know. I’ve gotten one or two since we’ve been out, but they were only snippets. Maybe it’s because I have years on Hella, who knows. All I know is my choice of weapon for most assassinations apparently was my fist.”

  “Your fist?” I ask eyebrows raised.

  “Yeah, just ending people with my bare hands is what got me going. I was a slave to the adrenaline I’d get after ending someone with my hands. According to Hella’s flashbacks anyway, and he says we’ve met this scientist too. I wish I could meet her. So I can put a bullet between her eyes.”

  The reality is, what he’s just said doesn’t scare or surprise me. I watched him with Donald, I’m fully aware of what he’s capable of. Do I think he would ever hurt me? No. There’s not a shadow of doubt in my answer to that.

  I laugh awkwardly. “You mean, break her with your fist? And you can’t do that, Beast. You don’t know why she’s done what she’s done,” I answer, pulling my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head.

  His body jolts. “I don’t care, baby. We all have a choice.”

  I shake my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. Some people don’t get to pave their own way in life. Sometimes, their path is forced upon and has already been paved for them.”

  “What do you mean, baby.”

  “I mean, she may have had no choice. Just promise you will hear her out if it came down to you both.”

  A low grunt escapes him. “All right. What would you choose, if you got to pick a weapon of choice?” he asks, pulling me closer into him, his warm breath seeping through my hair.

  “Love?” I ask, laughing. “No, okay. Um… well… I’ve been taking classes in archery since I moved to New York so I would say a bow and arrow.”

  “Really?” he asks, the moonlight giving away his shocked expression.

  “Oh stop. I knew you saving me was a once in a lifetime event, Beast. I don’t want to be the damsel in distress. I want to hold my own. I don’t need a prince charming to save me. I can charm myself.” I smirk up at him.

  Shaking his head, he lets out a sigh. “You surprise me, do you know that?”

  “Good or bad?”

  “Good… but only bad for me.” He smirks, rolling his heavy body on top of mine, and grinding his hips into me in one slow circular motion. I smirk back, just as the soft skin of his lips touches mine. “Oh? I think I can work with that.”

  “What? With being a lady in the streets, but my little fuck-toy in the sheets?”

  I let off a muffled laugh into him, the smooth skin of his tight chest skimming over my lips. “I might keep you for a bit,” I answer, smirking up at him.

  “Yeah?” he asks, his voice vibrating against the crook of my neck. “I won’t protest to that.” He laughs, bringing his lips down to mine before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth.

  Wrapping my fingers behind his neck, I pull his face deeper into mine, intensifying the kiss. His tongue gliding rhythmically over mine, the motion reminding me of his expertise in between my thighs. His hips push deeper into me, rubbing me roughly right in that perfect spot, causing me to match his moves, meeting him halfway in needy fashion. I wrap my legs around his waist before his calloused hands run up over my slim stomach and up to my bra. My mind tracks back to his words earlier, “Ending people with my bare hands is what got me going.” My body instinctively responds, my back arching into him. A sense of power rules over me, power that comes with knowledge that this man could have anyone, but he chose me. Gripping onto his shoulders, I push him, his body rolling onto his back with a laugh escaping his lips. He grips onto the back of my thighs, throwing them over him so I’m straddling his waist.

  “Can I try something?” I ask, biting down on my bottom lip.

  A full-blown white toothed grin comes into my view and my pussy clenches with approval.

  “Can I tie you up?” I whisper weakly.

  He laughs, shock evident in his voice. “You wanna do that?”

  I nod my head and chuckle, my face beaming bright red. Good thing he can’t see me clearly. “Yeah, yeah, I do.”

  “Well… this would be a first.”

  “I would hope so,” I answer, swinging off him and standing to my feet. Scanning the room, I look down at my bag and see my silk robe folded inside. Taking it out, I turn to face Beast, who has propped himself up on his elbows, the moonlight once again doing me a solid in displaying all his ripped and defined muscles. The odds are definitely in my favor right now.

  Pulling the sash through the robe, I dangle it out to Beast, who has a sexy smirk spread across his face. He bites down on his lower lip before nudging his head toward himself, signaling for me to come to him. I throw my head back with a light laugh. “Easy tiger, I need some scissors,” I answer, walking across the room to the TV console that has a little drawer built into it. Sliding it open, I find some little silver scissors and with a quick snip, I cut the sash in half, placing the scissors back into the drawer. I slide it closed and make my way back to the bed. I’m almost there when Beast wraps his arm around the back of my thighs, pulling me back down to him so I’m straddling him again, in a fit of laughter.

  “Beast!” I laugh, bringing my face down to him and slowly running my lips across his. “I don’t think I ever thanked you for what you did for me all those years ago,” I whisper hoarsely against his lips.

  He smiles. “You don’t have to, baby. You can thank me by tying me up,” he answers, smirking a cocky smile at me.

  I laugh, pushing off his chest to sit back up.

  Dangling the two pieces of the sash in front of me, I smile. “Your wish is my command.”

  I grasp onto his left wrist and wrap the sash around it in a simple French bowline knot before making my way onto his other wrist. He laughs, looking up at me. “Errr, should I ask how you know how to tie a knot like that?”

  I smile, continuing the knot. “I took self-defense classes when I was younger. One of the things we learned was how to untie ourselves from dissimilar styles of knots.”

  His shoulders slouch. I laugh. “Relax. I’m not into some freaky BDSM kink…” pausing, I tilt my head, “Maybe only a little with you.”

  Finishing up the knot, I run my hands up and pull on it. “There, that should do it.”

  He laughs. “Mmm… might. We will have to see about that won’t we?”

  Laying my body down onto his, my nipples grazing across his bare chest, reminding me that they want to come out and play. Gripping onto the bottom of my shirt, I pull it off, dropping it onto the floor below us.

  His eyes run s
lowly over my body, his tongue slipping out and gliding across his bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growls, his eyes glassing over and the image pulls me back a little.

  I smile, running my hands down my legs. “Thank you. You’re pretty snazzy yourself.”

  “No seriously, you need to sit on my face. Right now.”

  I laugh, shaking my head despite my pussy throbbing at his words. “I’m in charge, remember?”

  A deep growl slips from his mouth before he tugs on his ties. “Hey! Play fair.” I run my hands over his ripped chest, down to his basketball shorts and slide myself down to his upper thighs, giving me more reach for what I want.

  Slipping my fingers under his shorts, his hips lift, giving me passage to pull them down. Which I do, happily. Once they’ve hit his ankles, I run my eyes up his muscled legs, following the trail up to his massive cock that’s sitting there rock hard and angry. Tilting my head, I examine it closer, the tip of his cock glistening over from pre-cum and the angry veins that ripple through his length, rising to the surface. My tongue darts out, running itself over my lips when another growl vibrates through the atmosphere. My eyes snap up, I almost forgot he was watching.

  “Look at my cock like that again and I’ll fuck your rules with my left nut, rip these ties off my wrists and have your pussy riding my face until your legs can’t stand and your heart stops beating. Understood?” he demands casually, all play gone from his face.

  Swallowing my nerves, I nod my head. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl,” he smirks.

  Hooking my fingers under my panties, I pull them down over my ass, swinging my leg over to push them down. He throws his head back briefly before bringing his attention back to me.

  “That right there…” he nudges his head toward me, “…is mine. Capiche?”

  I smile, and just as I am about to agree with him, an idea pops into my head. Stretching my fingers out, I run them slowly down from my collarbone, slowly over my perky hard nipples. “Oh, you mean this?” I ask innocently, pinching my nipples between my fingers, the action zapping straight to my pussy.