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  BEAST

  A DIABLOS MC NOVEL

  A NEW TAKE ON AN OLD CLASSIC

  EDEN ROSE

  Copyright © 2018 by Eden Rose

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  without the express written permission of the publisher

  except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a completely fictional. Any resemblance to a person or place is one hundred percent coincidental.

  Dear Reader:

  As much as I love writing about mobsters and their sexy women, I couldn’t shake this series idea. The Diablos MC is a sexy retelling of Disney classics. The themes for each story are going to resemble the themes from some of your favorite Disney movies and characters. Call it fan fiction, if you will. The Diablos MC brothers are going to make you drool, make you melt and make you swoon. I hope you are ready for the wild ride.

  XOXO,

  Eden Rose

  BEAST

  A Diablos MC Novel

  Beast

  I pull up to the clubhouse just in time to see a couple of the brothers being taken out of the clubhouse in handcuffs. “What the fuck is goin’ on?” I demand, parking my bike and getting off of it to approach the officers with my brothers in handcuffs.

  “Police business,” one of them snaps at me which doesn’t ease my anger to them.

  Looking at Prince who’s standing off to the side smoking a blunt, I sidled up next to him. “Aren’t you going to do something?” I snap.

  “Don’t worry. I know exactly who’s to blame for this bull shit. We’ll be gettin’ our brothers out soon enough,” he responds.

  I wish I had his confidence. After the last time the police came here and arrested one of our guys, we lost our president. He’s away for some bull shit drug charges.

  “What happened?” I question.

  The police are ransacking the clubhouse trying to find anything to arrest more of us. If Prince is this calm, he knew they were coming in the first place. He must have moved all our shit to our secret location to keep the police off our tail.

  “You know that asshole, Peter, from The Spiders?” He asks with ease.

  “Yeah,” I answer. “He owes us money.”

  Prince nods his head. “Yeah, he owes a lot of people money.”

  “You mean to tell me he ratted to save his own ass?” I deplore. That goes against everyone’s code of conduct. You do not cooperate with the government.

  He puffs on his cigarette while the police bitch inside trying to arrest us for more shit than we have. We’re not stupid and we wouldn’t keep that inside the house for police to find it! No, we keep it in a secret place.

  “Yep. That fuckin’ dick ratted and now we’re gonna haunt him down.”

  “Any idea where he can be?” I ask him. I’m anything but calm. I hate the police. They do nothing but fuck everything up around here and will mess our lives up.

  Bella

  Bella;

  If you know what’s good for you, you will leave town immediately before they come for you. It’s only a matter of time before they use your flesh as payment. I’m sorry shit had to go like this, but business is business. You can hate me all you want. I’m used to it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Get out of town now.

  Dad

  Throughout my life, I had gotten good at taking care of myself. My dad wasn’t really the “dad” type and my mom tried the best she could when she could. Which wasn’t very often. I knew from the beginning I was a surprise and/or a mistake, depending on how you look at it.

  I excelled in school because I wanted to make something of myself regardless if anyone else cared that I did. I wanted to be something more than just a woman who worked three jobs to barely make enough money to feed her kids. I started getting awards and scholarship offers early on in my high school career. I even had colleges trying to recruit me my sophomore year to take college courses.

  Of course, when those offers came around, my father was doing a stint in jail for getting busted with drugs. Or violating his parole. I lost track after his third stint in jail and my mom started to wise up but she still couldn’t afford to send me college.

  I got used to people letting me down at a young age. No one kept their promises no matter how sincere they acted or tried to be. Everyone can make big promises until it’s time to deliver those promises. That’s when everyone changes their tune.

  The day of my high school graduation, no one was there for me. I didn’t have a big fan fair since my mom had died at that point and my dad was off doing whatever it was that he did.

  I got good at protecting myself from others hurting me besides one person I let hurt me the most. There was one person that hurt me more than anything and I still came back to take more.

  Even though I have seen the underbelly of the motorcycle club world, I wanted to believe people could change and be good people. Like I said before, I got used to people letting me down.

  I’m the only girl I know who has to work to pay for college because their parents didn’t make enough more to put them through school. My dad made enough money to put me through school, he just decided his money would be best spent on him and what he needed.

  I had to find another option.

  I didn’t want to be a loser like all those other bikers and their ol’ ladies at the club. I saw the way they looked at me with disgust and wonderment about me. I knew I was different than them in so many ways and I tried to not flaunt my differences. That didn’t work. They still hated me no matter what I did or tried to change it.

  I’ve always anticipated I would be going to school. Something for science or something. I’ve always been a science geek. You know the one who asks for more homework and others paid to do their homework? That was me. I’ve been so lame the last eighteen years of my life and I wouldn’t know how to have a fun time if someone paid me to do it.

  The day I had found out my father had ditched me was the worst day I have ever had in my life. It came out of nowhere. Sure, I’ve noticed him looking around the house before coming to bed and checking the locks a bunch of times… For some reason, I always chalked that up to him being a paranoid freak.

  I read the letter over and over again trying to figure out some idea as to where he went. I’m a college student! How the hell am I supposed to take care of the house and still go to school? There must be some clue in here that will tell me where he went… Did he go to the safe house?

  The safe house was something he built after mom was killed in a vicious battle between his MC, The Spiders MC, and The Diablos MC. Mom was killed out of nowhere and we had no idea she was even a target until it was too late. The war turned bloody and dad was going to fight back but never did. Instead, I think he got into something way worse than that kind of fight.

  I rub the back of my neck trying to remember where the safe house even is. Is it up north? I don’t think it is… I would have remembered passing it when I went to school.

  I clutch the note in my hand as my best friend, Briana, is on the phone with me. She’s going on about this guy she has a crush on in her class.

  “He’s got these big arms, Bella! Huge! They look like anacondas! And then he’s got dimples and a huge butt. You have to meet him. Let me see if I can find him on Facebook.”

  “Bri, chill,” I snap holding the note in my hand. “Lemme call you back!” I mumble into the phone. I didn’t realie how sweaty my palms were as the phone slides out of my hand.

  Shit!

  Charger is the Vice President of The Spiders MC, where my dad is a brother of. If something went down, he would know.

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��Lo?”

  “Charger!” I whimper into the phone.

  “Bella, you shouldn’t be calling me right now.”

  His words are harsh. Something I’m not used to at all with him and I don’t like it. “Why?”

  I can hear him grumbling in the background. “Bella. Do as I say right now. Get the fuck out of town and don’t come back.”

  Tears prick my eyes. He’s never spoken like this to me and he’s freaking me out. Normally, Charger is nice and like a big brother to me. Something bad must have happened for him to turn on me. “Please, Charger. I have no idea what’s going on. You have to help me.”

  He growls. “I’m serious, Bella. You no longer have the protection of the club. You’re on your fuckin’ own. You need to leave before shit gets bad. Don’t call me again.”

  The chime of the phone call being disconnected is almost too much for me to handle. I never would have expected him or the club to leave me out in the cold like this. I have no idea what’s going on and I’m getting really scared.

  I call Briana back and she answers on the first ring. I’m not surprised she’s asking questions at rapid fire.

  “Bella, what the hell is going on? Is your dad giving you problems again? What’s going on? I swear! Do you need me to come over there? I will come over there right now!” Briana asks me.

  We’ve been friends since the fourth grade when I moved here after my dad got out of prison. She was the only one who would play with me and knew about my dad’s history.

  “I don’t know. I think something bad happened,” I read her the note.

  “Uh, that’s not good. Where do you think he went?”

  I want to snap on her and tell her if I knew where he was I wouldn’t have been so mad, but I don’t. It’s not her fault my dad is a piece of shit.

  I’m about to call him back when there’s loud banging on the front door and someone yelling on the other side. “Open up! We know you’re in there!” It’s a man’s angry voice.

  “Oh shit!” My friend yelps.

  “Oh fuck me!” She calls back again when the pounding gets louder than before.

  I take a couple of steps back holding my phone in my hand. I could call the police and ask them to come over. In the few years I have lived with my dad, he’s trained me to not trust the police. I have no one to protect me now. Absolutely no one.

  I’m all alone with Briana on the phone. What kind of help can she provide me? Sure, she can call the cops but that would create more of a problem than anything else.

  Just the way I got used to being.

  Instead, this time I have no idea who’s on the other side of the door.

  “Go away!” I yell at the door hoping he will realize I’m a girl and not my dad. What the hell did my dad do to these people to make them so pissed off? I feel like everything I’ve ever known is wrong.

  The pounding on the door gets louder causing the door to morph from the force. Each pound, the door breaks a little more. I run towards the safe room in the back of the house and dial the code to get in before the door gives way. I need to be hidden in case these people might have something to do with my dad escaping.

  “Bri, shut the fuck up for two seconds! I think they are at my house,” I whisper into the phone in hopes whoever they are can’t hear me.

  I slam the door shut, locking it before turning on all the cameras in the room. Every inch of the house is covered in cameras besides the bathrooms and bedrooms in case something like this happens. My dad always said that this world is full of untrustworthy people and you need to be careful.

  I quickly check to make sure all the windows are locked tight and so are all the exits in the room. The room had been designed for something like this a few years ago when my mom died, my dad wanted to make sure we were safe in case the war came to our front door again.

  I always hoped it wouldn’t.

  “Bella! Bella! What the hell is going on? I’m calling the police!” Briana cries into the phone.

  “You can’t call the police! The police won’t do anything but make it worse. I, I, I, I don’t know what to do!” I whine.

  “Where are you?”

  I look around the safe room in hopes of something to protect myself in case they come barging through my door. “The safe room.”

  She snorts. “Safe room? Why the hell would you guys need a safe room? What’s in there? What do you need to be kept safe from?”

  “What the hell is going on?” I murmur to myself as I pace the room waiting for the cameras and televisions to be uploaded. I pull out my phone from my bra to see if anyone has messaged me or called me to tell me anything.

  Nothing.

  I pop a seat on the rolling chair in front of the desk with all the computers and monitors as I feel a BOOM! take place in the house. I scream without even realizing I do it.

  “Come on, come on, come on!” I beg the monitors to hurry up. Each second feels like an eternity!

  When they finally boot up, I see men walking through my house I shared with my dad and they are knocking everything over. I cry when they smash my mom’s china cabinet full of her fancy plates we use on Easter and the major holidays.

  “Bri, I think the guys from my dad’s club is here!” I hiss into the phone.

  “Are you going to open the door and welcome them with your mouth?”

  “I’m gonna call you back!” I hang up on her, not able to handle her antics today. The girl clearly isn’t the brightest bulb in the tanning bed.

  Just when I’m about to buck under the fear, I see something on the vests I didn’t expect to see. A patch! These guys are from a biker club like my dad! However, the patches say something different than my dad’s did or any of the men that came over to hang out. The men look harder, meaner than my dad’s club, too.

  Fear is choking me and I cry loudly. This must be what Charger meant when he told me to leave town. He must have known something like this was about to happen and he tried to warn me. I didn’t listen and now I’m probably going to get killed.

  It’s when I hear someone shooting at the safe room is when I fully break down in tears. This is it. This is when I die.

  And I’m horrified.

  Beast

  “Tonight,” Prince begins while lighting a cigarette at church, “we’re gonna try to find that fuckwad who ratted.”

  All the guys in the room light up a cigarette or a blunt and murmur their agreeance. That asshole who ratted on some of our guys is going to die. He’s going to die so fuckin’ hard for what he did and I’m going to love every minute of it.

  “How do we know he didn’t skip town?” Smalls asks with a lazy grin. The guy is anything but small with his height reaching over six feet and tipping the scales at over three hundred pounds, the man is a tank. He looks intimidating but he’s actually pretty caring. He’s the type to give someone the shirt off his back.

  I’m the one that speaks up next. Normally, I’m quiet during these church meetings because I don’t have much to say. I’m more of the enforcer type and take action type over talking about my feelings and all that bull shit. “Rumor has it, he’s got a daughter who stays in his house.”

  All the brothers chuckle their amusement.

  “Remember the rules, brothers,” Prince says, “we don’t hurt women and children unless they cause a threat to us.”

  About three years ago, Prince took over the club when Dozer got locked up for murder. Dozer is a young guy and claims his innocence even after being inside for the past three years. We still don’t know exactly what happened besides Dozer was the only one found in a room with three guys from another club dead. Of course, the president was passed out and doesn’t remember a thing.

  Prince is Dozer’s son and a shoe-in to get president while his dad is away. The lawyers said Dozer’s going to be in there for life and he’s never coming out. I hope that’s not the case because he was a great president. Loyal and fair to the point of being a boy scout.

  We are an outlaw
club, though. We have patches on our cuts and they aren’t for starting fires in the woods. Well, some are.

  I nod. “Look, we need to be careful with the chick. Apparently she’s rather young and the chances of her knowing where her father ran off to are slim to none.” Her dad was a piece of shit who didn’t care enough to protect her. He left her hanging in the wind as he ran off to wherever he did. That fucking asshole.

  “That fuckstick ratted out our guys and they are waitin’ trials. We’re not gonna be nice to some little girl,” Kip chimes in with a growl. Kip’s an older brother who used to be president back in the day. He stopped leading when his arthritis took over his body. He’s more of a “behind the scenes” type of guy.

  I will say something about him, though, he will fuck your shit up. We’ve got into it before about club business and he beat the shit out of me in the ring.

  All the guys grumble. Prince pounds his fist into the table to get our attention. “The longer we sit here with our dicks in our hands, the longer this guy is in the wind. We need to go to their house and talk some sense into the girl. No unnecessary violence!”

  I nod my head. I like violence as much as the next guy, but fucking up a girl because of who her dad is will not help us. On the bright side, she’s lost all protection from the Spiders MC and is now in the breeze.

  “Let’s roll out,” I mumble while getting out of my seat. I slam the rest of my beer and slip my cut around my shoulders. I’ve been working out and the leather doesn’t give so it’s tight around my chest. I’ve been meaning to get a new one but the cuts are sacred and only one person can make them.

  It’s not long before we are on the road and driving towards the rat’s house. Standard formation used to be Dozer in front but since he’s locked up, it’s now Prince. I’m next to protect the president’s back. Also, since I’m the enforcer, Prince trusts me to watch his back for him. There’s no telling what these bastards would do to him if they got a clear shot at his back.

  All twenty-five of the patched in brothers are riding down the road and I love watching people stop and look at us as if we’re something different. Sure, we operate on the other side of the law and we’ve all killed to protect our colors…