Page 39 of Beast: Part Two

“I need your help,” I say.

She laughs. “I should’ve known when you brought me down to this room you wanted something.”

“I have to have a reason to give you this top-notch cock?” I lift a brow at her.

She shakes her head. “Nobody said it was top-notch.”

“It’s the only cock you’ve ever had. How do you know it’s not the best?”

She taps her chin as if she’s thinking. “You’re right. I need to sample more dick so I can test your theory.”

“Don’t get fucked up in here.”

She laughs as if I’ve told the world’s funniest joke.

“I’m just kidding,” she says sobering. “Tell me what you need from me?”

I scratch at my beard. “I need you to keep a close eye on Summer.”

Her brows crease. “Why? You think something’s wrong with her?”

I shake my head. I’ve been around the girl for two weeks now. She seems genuine. Maybe a little talkative and awkward, but definitely harmless. Most importantly, she’s an amazing mom to my grandson and she’s head over heels in love with my son.

“No. She’s good. I just need you to keep an eye on her. Whatever is going on with Beast, she is the catalyst for it. If he goes off the deep end, she might be the only one to pull him back.”

Fem lifts from the tub, tucking her knees to her chest. “You think it will come to that?”

I’d like to think it wouldn’t. I’ve worked with Beast for twenty-five years. I know how dark he can go with his mother in his head. But this new thing is alarming. It doesn’t guide him, it takes over him.

A memory plays back in my head. It was the day I picked Beast up from Colleen. When I walked in that house and sawhis naked body lying on the floor of that too little cage covered in feces and bruises, I was livid. I almost choked his mother to death in her home. I’d never tell anyone I put my hands on a woman that way, but watching her stare at him in disgust as if she wasn’t the cause triggered me.

After pulling him out of the cage, I wrapped his little body in a blanket. I marched down those porch stairs with Colleen hot on my heels.

“You don’t know what you’re doing!” She screamed at my back.

I placed Beast in the back seat of my brand-new Charger and slammed the door. Turning to glare at Colleen, I marched back up the stairs. She didn’t even back up as I approached her.

“You better be glad I’ve had my fill of killing women. Because if not, your ass would be dead right now.”

She smirked at me. “You still think he’s a little boy.” She shook her head. “You don’t know what’s buried inside him. He is evil.”

Done with her bullshit and not trusting my restraint, I turned and headed back down the steps. I needed space and distance between me and her.

“You’re fucking insane. You should get whatever mental disorder you have checked,” I shouted over my shoulder.

She laughed. It was the most diabolical laugh I’d ever heard. It stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face her. Right before my eyes, the glaze of delusion falls from her face. From the moment I walked in, she’d been overly cocky and smirking as if she was out of her mind. But for the first time she looked completely normal. Almost like a scared mother.

“If you let it out, you will never be able to put it back in again.”

“Let what out?” I asked truly confused.

“The real him,” she said stoically before turning and walking into the house.

At that moment, I chalked her words up to the ramblings of a schizophrenic. But after seeing him the day Summer was shot, I’m not so sure I can dismiss her claims anymore.

Then two days ago, the look on his face as he pleaded with her to take Sim’s shirt off was almost desperate. I think she is his trigger and his cure. It sounds insane, but I’m pretty sure I’m right.

“If you’re worried about her running off, you can relax. The girl is in love with him. She’s not going to leave him.”

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