Smokey kept on staring at him.
“What?”
“I’m just…”
“Don’t give me fucking shit, Smokey. She belongs to us. He had no right to touch her, and as far as I’m concerned, he hurt what belongs to us, to the club.”
“You want payback.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I want him to know that when he touches what belongs to us, he needs to know, Vigo or not, there’s a price.”
Smokey nodded. “Where is your wife?”
“Sleeping.”
Ugly Beast held onto the sheets and stormed into the room where the men were already drinking. It wasn’t eight in the morning, but the scent of scotch filled the air. The dark liquid was easy to see in their clear glasses.
Vigo was right next to Garofalo.
Storming up to them, he threw the sheets down at his feet. “I’d like a word.” His gaze was on Vigo.
It was subtle, but he saw the way the guy tensed up.
“It’s not necessary. As you can see, she was pure. Now she belongs to you. I see our matters are settled.”
“You seem to think I’m asking.” Ugly Beast didn’t break eye contact. “Now.”
He watched and waited as Vigo put his glass down.
Garofalo also followed, but Ugly Beast didn’t have a problem with that.
They entered his office, and the maid that had been cleaning it scuttled out. Good.
He waited for the door to close. Smokey was with him. His president allowed him to take the floor with this one.
“What is the meaning of this?” Garofalo asked.
Without waiting for another word, Ugly Beast grabbed Vigo by the jacket and threw him across the room. Smokey held onto Garofalo as he tried to intervene.
With his hands still in the jacket, he slammed Vigo up against the bookshelves. Drawing his arm across his neck, he watched the fleeting panic in the other man’s eyes as he cut off the air circulation.
“What’s the matter? You can only fight little girls?”
Vigo’s eyes went wide.
“You think I wouldn’t give a fuck? You think I wouldn’t see those bruises you wanted her to hide? Is that it? You think I’d fuck her with the light off or maybe from behind?”
“Get off me,” Vigo said.
“Not happening. You, piece of shit, disrespected me. The moment you gave her to us, she became Hell’s Bastards’ property.”
“She’s my daughter. She needed to be taught respect.”
Drawing his arm back, he punched him in the stomach, relishing the man as he bent forward, catching his breath. Not giving him the chance to recover, he clocked him under the chin, smiling as he fell to the floor.
He placed his foot on Vigo’s dick and began to put pressure, almost as if he was going to stand up.
“Then I think it’s time I taught you a little about respect. Abriana belongs to me. She’s my wife. That cum on those sheets is all mine. Her body is mine. You try to touch her again, and I will fuck you up. You even try to use her to get to us, and I’ll do more than fuck you up. I’ll fuck your entire family and every single person you need. Try me, Vigo. You think you know what you’re doing here, but don’t for a second think you’re the boss of her.” He drew his leg up and slammed it back down.
Ugly Beast was never one to fight dirty. Even as he wanted to kick him again, the bastard was down, and he had a lot more respect for himself than most.
Standing up, he looked toward Garofalo.
Smokey finally let him go.
He stepped up to the boss, the big man in charge.
“You can’t even keep your Capos in line.”
“It’s time for you to leave,” Garofalo said.
“I’ll leave when my wife wants to. Until then, you will treat her with respect.”
With that, he walked out of the office. The door closed behind the two of them.
“Feeling any better?”
“Nope,” Ugly Beast said. “Tell me I can go back in there and kill them.”
“I wish I could, brother. Not going to happen. Not today.”
“When the day comes, I want Vigo.”
“When the day comes, I’ll be the one to watch that masterpiece.”
Hunter picked that moment to make an appearance. “What’s up?” he asked. “Why do I feel like I just missed a party?”
“You did, but don’t worry about it. There’s going to be more than enough time to party when we’re home. Get the bikes ready. It’s time for us to get this shit show on the road.”
Ugly Beast left the boys to get ready. He made his way back up to his room toward his wife. The door was partially open, and he stayed outside listening in.
“How was it?” Chantel, her sister, asked.
“It was fine.”
“You hated it?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“He looks like the kind of guy that would be selfish. Did he even make you come?”
“Chantel, this is not appropriate.”
“Right, always playing the obedient girl, right? Dad just sold you to make a peace treaty with the MC. They have power that the family wants.”