“What’s your name?” she asked.
He smirked, and it made the scars on his face stand out more. Her heart raced as he took a step closer to her. She didn’t know what to do or say. It was against the rules to even be out here with him, but seeing as he was supposed to be her husband in a matter of days, she didn’t know why it would be a problem.
“My club name is Ugly Beast,” he said.
“Ugly Beast?”
“It’s what I’m known as.”
“I don’t want to call you that.”
“It’s all you’re going to be able to call me. Now, let’s go inside. I don’t like how these sons of bitches are looking at us.”
He placed a hand at her back and moved her back into the house. The kitchen was bare, and as they made their way back toward the party, she stopped, placing a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
“Just a moment. I don’t want to go in just yet.”
With each step they took into her old family home, the feeling of being trapped flooded her.
“It’s fine.”
He moved them out of sight, into a dark corner where there was no light. She enjoyed the dark so much.
The door to their right opened, and she saw three women leaving the bathroom.
“Did you see his face?” the woman asked.
Abriana didn’t recognize them.
“I know. He’s a monster, but then, she’s so plain as well. They’re going to make really ugly babies.”
They started to laugh, and Abriana glanced up at Ugly Beast.
She was used to having people say bad stuff about her looks. She was plain and had known that for a long time. Even her mother refused to sugarcoat it for her and had told her at a young age to accept any guy that found her desirable.
What kind of person did that?
When she had children, she’d tell them every single day how much she loved them. How much she cared. It would be a complete contrast to her own childhood.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“What for?”
“For what they said.”
“Do you want me to slit their throats?”
“You’re offering to kill them?” she asked.
“They disrespected you in your home. When you’re mine, any bitch that tries that will get killed. Simple as.”
“You can’t kill them. They’re wives and daughters. They’re protected.”
He leaned down. His lips brushing against her ear. “In case you haven’t noticed, sweet cheeks, your men don’t give a fuck about women. One pussy is just as good as another.”
“Isn’t that the same with all men?” she asked.
“Yeah, it is, but we’ve got standards. You’re loyal to the club, we’re loyal to you. Fuck us over, you’re gone.”
He was so close, and she saw how blue his eyes really were. Most of the time he was glaring, like he was now, but there was something different. Ugly Beast was a strange man, one she wasn’t entirely sure she liked, but even still, he gave her a semblance of hope, which was more than anyone had ever given her.
Blood.
Death.
She’d even been forced to step over brain matter.
All of this and still, she found the courage to keep on going.
She watched Ugly Beast and his MC. They were … amazing. The other women felt sorry for her, for the life she was about to have as an old lady. Nineteen years old, bound to a man whom she knew nothing about, and yet, in that moment, she felt a little wave of excitement about what it could all mean for her. This was a new chapter in her life, one she couldn’t wait for, and yet she was equally scared.