Beast: The Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter, #1

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Book 2: King (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter)

Book 6: The Soldiers of Wrath MC

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Author Note

The Soldiers of Wrath: Grit Chapter is loosely connected to the Soldiers of Wrath MC, another series written by Sam and Jenika. Although the Grit Chapter may have minor mention of previous characters from the other series, the grit Chapter series can be read on its own.

Beast, and any future Grit Chapter stories, has its own world, plots, and of course, explosive chemistry between the characters. Readers will NOT have to read The Soldiers of Wrath series in order to understand or follow Beast, or any corresponding stories in the Grit Chapter series.

Bridget is in trouble and knows the only person that can help her is Beast, a hardened biker she's grown up with. He isn't just a man, but a rough around the edges, dangerous, and raw alpha that acts first and asks questions later. He is also patched in with the Grit Chapter of the Soldiers of Wrath MC, a motorcycle club that does what it has to do to stay on top. In order for Beast to help her, she's going to have to give him something he wants in return ... her body.

He frightens her, but he also arouses her, and she knows being his means more than just surrendering her body to him.

Can Bridget let go and submit to the biker? Or will giving herself to Beast completely end up breaking her?

Always be true to yourself, and don’t put up with anyone’s shit.

-Anonymous

Chapter One

If you think I won’t find you, you’re fucking crazy. I’ll find you, hunt you down like a damn animal, and I’ll make you hurt in more than one way, bitch.

Bridget replayed the last words Rafe uttered over and over again, like it would make the situation any different.

You know your tears make me hard, make me get off. So run, little girl, because I’ll have fun finding you.

She curled her hand around the only bag she’d brought with her, hating that she was running, that she’d let the asshole win. When the Greyhound stopped and she got off, all she could do was stand there, staring up at the Welcome to Grit sign. She’d grown up in Grit in a good family, but after her stepbrother joined an MC, their parents moved away, and she’d lost her job, she’d left Grit and everything the town had to offer behind. Yet here she was, back again, running from a life that she’d gotten herself into.

Curling her hand around her bag so tight, she felt her knuckles crack, she headed toward the one and only diner in Grit. It was a ten-minute walk from the bus stop, but she needed that time to clear her head and think about the help she needed from Beast and his club. She needed a plan for her approach; she had to figure out just how to ask her stepbrother, a feared MC member in Grit, to help her kill her ex.

You want a hit of this shit? King, the VP of The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter said, pushing the mirror toward Beast. The glass was covered in white residue, the coke calling to him, but Beast just shook his head and leaned back on the couch.

He looked around the club, the air smoky, hazy, the club whores grinding on the Patches, sucking dick in the corner, and getting fucked by the bar. It was a full-blown party tonight, with nothing held back. Grim and Reaper, twin Patched Brothers were playing a game of darts, and their Prez, Payne, came walking out of one of the back rooms, adjusting his zipper and belt, a worse for wear club whore stumbling behind him. Yeah, she’d been fucked good and hard; the rode hard and put away wet phrase had never been truer than it was looking at her.

Boxer and Smoke, two Patches that were doing a drinking game, hollered out right before they slammed their drinks back.

A club bitch was in the corner with Smalls, a Patch that got his nickname because he had a dick so big that the club bitches complained they weren’t able to take him all. Then there was Vita, another sweet-butt, bent over the pool table, her skirt thrown over her ass as Pike fucked her from behind. The prospects were behind the bar serving drinks, and the Patches that weren’t fucking or getting his dick sucked, were watching the women strip, getting drunk, or getting high.

You on a fucking cleanse or something? King said and started chuckling. But it was slurred, slightly distorted, and he knew the club’s VP was wasted. Since when do you pass up some lines?

I’m drunk enough right now. Although, he liked to party just like the next motherfucker, Beast couldn’t stop thinking about the phone call he’d gotten last night from Bridget. The fact she’d called him, reached out, and said she needed to talk, had his head in fucking knots all day. If she wanted anything to do with him then shit had to be pretty damn bad.

They hadn’t spoken since he was eighteen-years-old, nearly two decades ago. Fuck, it had been a long time since he’d spoken to her but he had to his father.

Their parents had hooked up when he was fourteen and she was ten, but they’d never really had any kind of relationship. Maybe it was the fact he hadn’t given a shit about anyone but himself, didn’t care if he got in trouble, or if he did things that were wrong and illegal. She’d been this little goody-two-shoes, the straight-A student, and the one that made even his old man proud. Beast, on the other hand, had been nothing but a stain on their family, a pain in the ass that was brought home by the cops, got into fights, and had been all around bad from the very beginning.

He grabbed his beer and took a long drink from it.

Damn, he could still remember their last exchange all these years later, still picture it like it had happened yesterday.

I can’t believe you’re joining a motorcycle club and just leaving everything, Bridget murmured to herself, disgust in her voice.

Why the fuck do you care? Beast said, finished packing the rest of his shit, and faced her. She was leaning against the doorframe, her eyes narrowed, and annoyance coming off her in waves.

I don’t, but you see how upset you make my mom and your dad?

They don’t give a fuck about me anymore, Bridge. You should know that better than anyone.

She shook her head. Can you blame them? I mean the cops bring you home more times than not, you have been in jail, do drugs and drink... she stared right into his eyes.

The truth was he hated that she looked at him like that, hated that, at fourteen, she was the only person that had ever made him feel like crap for what he’d done in his life. He tossed his bag on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest.

You and I have never had that brotherly and sisterly relationship.

She curled her nose. We aren’t brother and sister.

Technically, we are. He grinned, loving that teasing her made her pissed.

That’s gross.

At only fourteen, she was a spitfire and always gave as good as she got. Listen, having me here isn’t working out anyway. I’m at my dad’s throat all the time, your mom seems afraid of me, and you hate me. He shrugged.

She exhaled and moved a step into the room. "I don’t hate