Page 59 of Beautiful Beasts

“I forced this whore to her knees, reminding her of her rightful place,” Bruce brags.

“That was not the plan.”

“Fuck your plan, and fuck you, Gus. She is mine,” Bruce screams.

Gus moves so fucking fast that I feel like I have whiplash. One minute, he is holding me, and the next, he has his brother pinned against the wall. Bruce doesn’t seem afraid; in fact, he is fucking laughing at Gus.

Gus reaches behind his back and pulls out the gun. My heart stops as I take a step back.

“If you run, Bella, I will kill your lovers,” Gus warns as he places the gun against Bruce’s temple.

Bruce is no longer laughing; he is just staring at me.

They look alike, and at the same time, they don’t. This is fucking crazy, but I see why I didn’t see the difference when he assaulted me in the shower. For the most part, they do look alike unless you are looking as hard as I am. Now I can see the differences.

I didn’t even second guess that it was Gus who forced me to my knees in the shower. It just made sense, but now I can see how fucking different they are.

“I told you from the start, brother, she is mine,” Gus says, releasing his brother. He takes several steps back, points the gun at his brother’s face, and pulls the trigger. The sound is overwhelming, and I hear someone screaming. It is me; I am the one who is screaming.

I stare at Bruce’s lifeless body on the ground. My knees start to shake as Gus puts the gun in the back of his pants. He quickly turns and makes his way over to me. He unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the ground. He pulls down his boxers and grabs his hard cock. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might actually burst out of my chest.

“Get on your knees for me like you did for my brother,” Gus says through gritted teeth.

I shake my head, feeling the tears roll down my face. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Bella. Get on your knees, or the next body you will see is Dante’s and Harley’s,” Gus warns and promises.

I fall to my knees in front of him. He has found my weaknesses, and I won’t let him hurt them. I open my mouth as he grabs onto the back of my head, pushes his cock into my mouth, and starts to fuck my face. I gag as his cock hits the back of my throat, and more tears fall from my eyes. I hear a door open and footsteps coming closer.

The door to the basement bursts open, and I fall back on my ass. Gus turns his head at the same time I do.

Dante and Harley are standing a few feet away. Both of them have their guns drawn and pointed right at Gus’ head.

He raises his hands, and Harley rushes over to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. He wraps his arm around me, and I shove my face into his chest as he keeps his gun drawn on Gus.

“You fucked with the wrong Beauty, motherfucker,” Dante and Harley say at the same time.

I turn and look at Gus as Dante rushes into him and strikes him in the side of the face, knocking Gus to the ground. The room is silent; all I can hear is the rain outside the window.

They came for me; they came.

Harley pulls back and puts his gun into the back of his pants, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

“Are you okay, baby girl?” He asks.

“Yes,” I whisper into his chest.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell us what he was doing?” Harley asks in an enraged but sad voice.

I pull back and look up at Harley. His eyes are rapidly searching mine, and I can see the tears building in his eyes.

“I would die for the both of you. He threatened to kill you both, and I couldn’t let him do that,” I confess.

“Bella,” Harley whispers. My words hit him hard.

“I would do anything to protect you both. Anything, Harley,” I tell him calmly and with confidence.

He tightens his arms around me, his warmth and scent surrounding and consuming me.

They came, my Beasts came for me, even after what I know they have seen.

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