Her Beast

“Beast will kill you.”

“He’s not even here.”

She moved toward the door, and as he made a lunge for her, she ran off. She only made it to the dining room as he shoved her to the ground.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, she tried to fight him, but Micah was incredibly strong. He had both of her hands pinned above her head, and with his free one, he began to touch her up.

“I know you’re not a virgin anymore. There’s no way a man like Beast can leave you alone.”

“Get off me.” She tried to wriggle free, but his grip on her tightened.

“You know, people will never believe that a fat bitch like you could be raped by a guy like me. They’ll look at you as if you’re a fucking liar. It’s the perfect cover. Let’s face it. I’m the handsome guy. The one every girl wants. I can take what I want, and no one will say anything.”

He shoved his hands down her jeans, and she screamed, thrashing beneath him.

She’d never been so terrified in her life.

All of a sudden, she saw a pair of shoes, Beast’s shoes, come into view, and the weight at her back lifted. Quickly scurrying away, she caught sight of Beast holding Micah around the neck.

“So, you prey on innocent girls to get away with taking what doesn’t belong to you.”

He wasn’t allowing Micah to talk. In fact, he was choking Micah. In that moment, she didn’t care. He’d intended to hurt her, to rape her.

Beast didn’t even look her way, and she wrapped her arms around herself.

“Hope, you may go to my room. I’ll be up very shortly. I’m going to take care of this piece of scum, and then deal with my nephew.”

She got to her feet, and was about to pass him when Beast caught her arm, stopping her.

Slowly, she looked at him, feeling the shame wash over her.

“This is not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Do not let him break you.”

She nodded without saying a word, and left.

****

To say Beast was pissed, put it mildly. Caleb stood beside him as he held Micah by the throat. He’d known his nephew intended to have a party, and even thought it was funny that Hope kept Dwayne’s secret. What he didn’t intend was for it to go on for so long. He had business within the city, a deal that he had to be part of, and so he’d been home a few minutes later, and entering his home, he’d heard what this sick little shit was going to do. What he’d already done.

Rapists, abusers of any kind, sickened him. Staring at Micah, he saw a coward, a piece of shit. Releasing him, he shoved him toward Caleb. “Keep him company, and call that little shit’s father, and our guy at the police department. I want to have a little chat with him.”

Leaving his home, he stepped out into the fray of the party and came to a stop. What he saw … angered him.

Kids were snorting up coke on one of his coffee tables, and he saw Dwayne fucking one girl as he licked and sucked at another.

It was time to call it off.

“Anyone who is not Dwayne fucking Carson, get the fuck off my property or I will have you all arrested, and I see a lot of evidence that your little daddies won’t be able to save you from.”

Within minutes they were scrambling to get away. Dwayne had stood up, and even with a hard dick, he stared at him as if he had a right to.

Beast’s rage … was not something to be trifled with right now. He was pissed. More than pissed, he was fucking ready to kill, and right now, he wanted to hurt his nephew. That little shit had brought a rapist into his home, and because Dwayne had been too busy getting his own dick wet, it had put Hope in danger.

He’d heard the terrified scream. The fear. That scream would stay with him forever. Just another to add to his list of many crimes when it came to that girl.

When they were alone together, he stared across the yard, and Dwayne didn’t say a word.

“I was aware of this party ever since you began organizing it.”

“Hope—”

“Hope told me nothing.” He cut him off before any blaming could begin. “You’re not even aware of what I just had to stop, are you?”

“What?”

“Your good ‘friend’ Micah, Dwayne. You know anything about him? Know of his many secrets?”

Dwayne shook his head.

“So there’s never been a few tales of how he’s raped girls. Taken them without their permission. You know what rape means.”

“Micah doesn’t have to force a girl.”

Beast’s hands fisted at his sides, and for the first time, he wanted to hurt his nephew. Being soft on him hadn’t helped him in the least. It had made him foolish.