What if something happened to Ugly Beast?
What happened if he died?
She had so many questions and no way of answering them.
She closed her eyes for a few minutes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Nothing was helping.
Opening her eyes, she frowned as she realized they were not heading toward her home, but in the opposite direction.
“You’re going the wron—” She cried out as his fist connected with her face. The back of her head was grabbed, and before she could stop him, he slammed her head against the front of the dashboard.
Pain exploded across her face and behind her eyes, and she felt sick to her stomach.
“Fucking ugly bitch. You think we weren’t watching you. Bastard MCs think they can get one up on us.”
The prospect pulled against the side of the road. She tried to work the door to get away. He was already there, pulling the door open. She screamed as he tugged on her hair, dragging her out of the vehicle. She curled into a ball as he kicked her in the stomach several times.
The pain just kept on coming until he finally lifted her up and shoved her in the trunk of the car.
He had to get one more hit in. “This is from your father. He’s not very happy with you.”
He slammed the trunk down, and Abriana knew she was going to die, without a doubt.
Chapter Fifteen
Ugly Beast blew out a lungful of smoke as he pulled out his cell phone. Dialing Raven’s number, he waited for her to answer the call. They had broken into three of the homes Garofalo had in his possession, and the girls had been taken to special homes to help them. They were drugged up to shit, and most of them didn’t even know their own name.
It angered him to think what that fucker had done to them. One day he would kill Garofalo and laugh at the mess he caused. He looked forward to the blood he was going to spill, and every single drop of it would be done with him laughing, relishing every beg and plea.
“Hello,” Raven said.
There was something in her tone that instantly put him on alert. “What’s going on?” Ugly Beast asked.
Smokey chose the same moment to take a seat on his bike, along with a couple of his brothers.
“Erm, it’s probably nothing.”
“Raven, just fucking tell me.”
“Have we had a prospect join the club in the last couple of months?” Raven asked.
Ugly Beast asked Smokey.
“You know all the prospects we’ve had. The last one is six months in, why?” Smokey asked.
“No, we haven’t.”
“Oh, fuck,” Raven said.
“Okay, the suspense is now starting to piss me off.”
“I think her father planted someone here, watching us, watching her,” Raven said.
Ugly Beast stood up, alert. “Where’s Abriana?”
Silence met his question.
“She’s been taken, Ugly Beast. I think Vigo has her, but I don’t know. She left hours ago. She was so worried about you and just needed some space. I told her these rides were always a risk, and it freaked her out.”
“For fuck’s sake, Raven.” He hung up the cell phone and slammed it to the ground, watching it shatter.
As if on magical cue, Smokey’s phone began to ring.
Smokey was watching him as he answered the call. “Garofalo, what a surprise it is to hear from you.”
There was a pause.
“He’s with me.”
Another pause.
“You can talk to me.”
Smokey gritted his teeth, turning the cell phone onto speaker. “He wants to talk to you.”
“Hello,” Ugly Beast said, without taking the phone. His heart was pounding. He didn’t know how fucking quickly his life could get this messed up. There’s no way Vigo or Garofalo had anyone in the club watching them. They would have noticed.
“Umberto,” Garofalo said. “Nice name. I like it.”
Ugly Beast tensed up.
“I see you’ve been frequenting a few of my places. I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” Before he could say anything, he heard a scream.
“Stop. Please, stop.”
It was Abriana’s voice.
“Oh, dear, you see, Ugly Beast, you think you can take on me and my boys, make your demands, and think you know who is in charge. You MCs are all the same. You don’t see what’s right in front of your nose. You will return my girls to me, or I’m going to start removing shit from your wife. By the way, she’s taken a pregnancy test. I will remove your fucking spawn from her cunt. You have an hour.”
Garofalo hung up, and Ugly Beast stared at Smokey.
“We’ve got to stop.” He looked toward Smokey. Abriana was pregnant with his kid. There was no way he could put her in danger. He had fucked up.
“I’m not stopping, Ugly Beast. This is your fight to get Abriana back, but I’m taking out Garofalo,” Smokey said. “We back down now, we lose this fight.”