Beast: Part One by Tiya Rayne

Author:Tiya Rayne [Rayne, Tiya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Young Ann Publishing
Published: 2024-06-11T00:00:00+00:00

chapter Twenty-two

Not a Hero

Beast

“We need you in room seventeen. Some drunk asshole didn’t get the memo we’re closed,” A deep male voice outside of the room says.

I continue to lie on my back across the bed in the dark room. One hand is across my chest and the other tucked under a pillow.

The benefactor was right. I left entirely too many witnesses that night. Too many people that can be bought or threatened to reveal Summer and Gabe. I failed them.

“You are a disgrace. You don’t deserve them,” Mother reprimands.

It’s time I cleaned up the mess I made. I needed to retrace my steps that night to everyone that saw us together. My first stop, of course, was Ace’s night club.

Ace’s prides itself on being selective and secure, yet I easily slipped in the back door and found a free room to lay my trap. I once again cut the cameras inside the building.

“Don’t worry. You go on home. I’ll get this guy out,” The man I’m here for says.

The door opens slowly, but I remain in my place. The padded sound of footsteps make their way over to me.

“Hey man, you got to get up,” The bouncer from that night five years ago, Curtis, says. He smacks my foot, trying to get me to wake up. I remain in my current state, not moving.

“Fuck, I don’t feel like this shit right now,” he grumbles before coming to where my head is lying on the other end of the bed. “Big guy, you have to—”

His words are cut off when I spring up from the bed. I grab his neck and bring him down to me. He puts up a small fight, but I use the chloroform I placed on the pillow that covers his face to knock him out.

The moment he stops fighting, I push him to the floor and get up from my spot. Going over to the door, I shut and lock it.

Sunday nights are the only nights Ace’s closes at 2am. The cleaning crew isn’t due until 9 in the morning.

Glancing down at my watch, I note that I have approximately six hours to get all the information I need from Curtis.

I get moving to prepare the room. Pulling my duffle from under the bed, I grab the plastic tarp from the bag and spread it out on the bed. Once I have the surface covered, I hoist Curtis on my shoulder and drop him on top.

Then, I use the duct tape in my bag to secure his arms and legs to the four posts on each end of the bed.

Making my job even easier, I cut his clothes off leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

“The good book says, we must defend the weak and the fatherless. You must protect them.”

“Yes mother,” I reply, before waking Curtis with the smelling salts.

He comes awake abruptly. He attempts to move his arms, but immediately realizes something is wrong. He turns his head, looking up from his position to see the tape securing his arms in place.

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