Ugly Beast (Hell's Bastards MC 1)

He was hers.

Ugly Beast held her ass even tighter as his thrusts got harder and deeper. She felt how close he was and heard the change in his voice as he came. He sucked on the pulse at her neck, and she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure of the moment. After he finished, she expected him to zip up and leave. Only, he didn’t.

He put her on her feet, and seeing his cum running down her inner thighs, he pressed a finger between her legs. He pushed two inside her, and drawing his cum up to her clit, he began to stroke her, drawing her close to orgasm. “You think I’m going to let you go without? I love seeing you come, Abriana. Now, give me my reward.”

She felt open as he stared at her, watching, waiting, anticipating her release. Her entire body was alive and in need of his touch, desperate to feel him. When her orgasm finally came, he never stopped looking at her. He slowed his strokes down to a pace to draw out her release.

He kissed her lips, and she watched as he smiled. “Always the best sight to see.”

****

“You know this is really fucking dangerous to meet here,” Sebastian Drago said, taking a seat in the booth. The town was nowhere near were the Hell’s Bastards were located, and Ugly Beast had even gone without a leather cut.

He had no choice but to bring the meeting forward.

“No one’s associated here.”

“Look at your face. Anyone who is anyone will remember you.” Drago shook his head, muttering. He picked up the menu and sneered. “Seriously. You brought me to a burger joint.” He dropped the menu.

“Get the stick out of your ass. I’m here alone, and you have four guards waiting for you back at your car. I told you to come alone.”

“I only allowed my most trusted men, loyal. What couldn’t wait two weeks, Umberto?”

“Don’t call me that,” Ugly Beast said.

Drago held his hands up. “Fine, fine. You don’t want to remember. What was so important?”

“Gable Vigo paid a visit to my wife the other day.” Ugly Beast watched as Drago sat up. “You didn’t know.”

“I … didn’t.”

“He ordered her to give him information regarding the Hell’s Bastards. He wanted to know every single detail.”

“I’m not aware of this.”

“You are aware though of them meeting with another club, right?”

Drago’s fingers drummed on the counter top.

“Can I get you anything?” the waitress asked.

The waitress was Raven. They had paid the management team handsomely to allow her to be present for this meeting. Smokey didn’t want him going in alone, and seeing as most of the waitresses were female, it seemed like the perfect plan.

“Yes, thank you.”

She leaned over, pouring out a cup, and then to Ugly Beast, she poured him a cup. Neither of them kept eye contact. She turned on her heel and left.

“You really think I don’t know she’s one of your club members?” Drago asked. “You’re not dealing with an amateur here. I was the one to advise the consigliere of the benefit of doing business with the Hell’s Bastards. I’m a little disappointed in you, Umberto.”

He gripped the cup.

“You know the workings of Garofalo’s businesses more than anyone. If I recall, you made it your business.”

“Smokey wants to know what he’s doing.”

“We all know it’s obvious. Garofalo wants you gone. Vigo didn’t put much stock in that daughter of his. He always said she was too ugly and stupid, and he’d need to sell her to a thick, blind man. Instead, he got you.”

“If you continue to insult my wife, I will end you.” He tapped the point of the blade beneath the table on Drago’s knee. “All of your men wouldn’t make it to save you.”

“I’m simply stating the facts when it comes to Vigo and Abriana. She’s worthless to him, unless she can provide the information he clearly wants. The other MC, they’re demanding more turf and want to expand the drug use. If their deal goes down, Garofalo will look weak. Weaker than he does with the way he reached out to the Hell’s Bastards.” Drago opened his jacket. “Can I give you a file?”

“You want me to read shit?”

“You better be able to read. I paid a fortune for your education, Umberto.”

If this fucker kept on calling him that, he wasn’t going to be able to hold back from beating the living shit out of him.

Drago pulled out a slender file and slid it across the table. “It’s time for the boss to go.”

Putting his knife away, Ugly Beast opened the file and looked at the few pictures and the paperwork attached to them. “What is this?”

“Garofalo has an interest in young girls … underage girls.”

Ugly Beast looked up at him. “This is Abriana’s sister.”

“Yes, and from what I’ve been made aware of, Garofalo has been with her since she was fourteen years old. The girl thinks he’s in love with her. When the truth is, he’s got an entire harem of underage girls across the city. Each one is being paid to service him. Some have been taken from families, stolen so he could enjoy the fruits of their virginity.”