Beast Novel – My boyfriend’s ex attacked me, but he didn’t believe me. Instead, he believed her that I hit her. “They said I attacked THEM?” I stared at the emergency-room mirror, one eye swelling shut, fingers trembling over the hidden mic in my tiny jeans pocket. Six of Tasha’s girls had jumped me behind the bar, fists and boots flying, while Beast—my Beast—watched from the window and did nothing.
On the phone he growled, “You left my brothers bleeding, you jealous little bi-tch.” “Does that even sound like me?” I whispered. He laughed, cold. “Maybe we were a mistake.” Mistake. The word cracked my heart louder than any rib. “Fine,” I said, thumb hovering. “We’re done.” I hung up, unblocked him just long enough to send the nurse’s photos plus the crystal-clear audio to courthouse.
Kaia’s POV You know when you get that feeling that something bad is going to happen? You can’t put your finger on it, but its like a veil of unease that skits across your skin, and runs just under your skin. That’s what I feel as soon as I walk towards the bar door of my boyfriend’s MC, The Dogz of Hells. I was supposed to meet him here outside about 20 minutes ago, but I was running late after a conversation ran long with one of my brothers. They all can be overprotective and overbearing, being the only girl in the family, and the youngest. But I wouldn’t miss a call from any of them.
So here I am, unease eating at my gut, telling me to turn around, leave and call to tell him I wasn’t feeling good. Chicken excuse? Absolutely. My brothers had always said I had a crazy intuition when I felt something for a situation. Drake, the oldest, once said, “Don’t ever ignore your gut. Of all of us, yours speaks truth.” I made sure to stay on alert as I opened the bar door, walked in, and stood at the entrance, glancing around. I was glad I was dressed casually today as I usually did around them. My usual jeans and a printed T-shirt with my black Converse sneakers. My medium brown hair was pulled back into a braid down past my shoulders about to my mid-back.
I wore clothes loosely to cover up my body, not because I was insecure, but because I was hiding something else. After a few seconds of looking, I saw my boyfriend, roadname Beast, at a table in the corner right in the back of the bar. He made eye contact, with no expression, and gave a slight nod to acknowledge my arrival. I took that to mean now was not the time to come up and talk to him. I glanced at the others around him at the table. To my man’s right was the club president, Prez or Snake, and to his immediate left was the IT hacker of the MC, Cyber.
I always thought that wasn’t a very original name for the hacker guy of a club, but I’m considered an outsider so my opinion around here doesn’t really matter apparently. There were up to five other members at the table I couldn’t see as their backs were to me. But truth be told, I was really only here for Beast. Although the majority of the club members were neutral with me, in general, they made sure to remind me, directly or indirectly, that I was not a member of the club, whether it be the typical ‘ole lady or club bunny.
But there were those who made sure I knew I wasn’t really welcome. Subtle comments, dirty looks, ignoring me when I spoke. Those were the fun ones. Mostly the women, which was sad really. If women can’t have your back, what’s the point of making friends with them? I decided to head to the bar where a Prospect was manning the drinks, along with one of the club bunnies, Starla, who spent more time running the bar than actually being a club bunny. I suspected she was trying to get away from that title, sooner than later.
The Prospect said, “What can I get ya?” He seemed neutral, and I appreciated it. I didn’t want to start off the night with drama, even though I had a feeling the night would end with it. There was just this extra tension in the air since I crossed over the door frame of the bar entrance.