Chapter 77 Liam only cared about his own pleasure, not mine.
“I do. I really do. Yeah, I am thinking about making her mine, but I am not sure she is ready for something like that.”
“Well, then. I will talk to Owen. I will tell him I am making him mine. That he needs to move to the club. Then I will talk to Lia. I will tell her she needs to come live with us too, until she can find another place,” he said.
“Do you think she will agree to that? Do you think he will?” I asked.
“Do you think I will give him a choice? He is mine. No ifs, ands, or buts. I am going to show him how good it can be between us. When I make something mine, I take care of it. I take care of it with everything I have. I am Hispanic, after all. We are a passionate people.”
I smiled. This was a side of Hex I had never seen before.
“You used to be so quiet. What happened?”
“You introduced me to the man of my dreams. I cannot win him with just quiet looks and grunts.”
I threw my head back and laughed hard.
“So, I will ask you again. Are you going to claim her? Because I think after tonight, there will be a few guys trying to get her attention,” he said.
“Well, let the best man win. As long as it is me. Because yes, I am going to claim my woman. I just need to learn a little more about her life.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“Catalina. And I am also going to get her to talk to me. We need to get them to the clubhouse as soon as we can.”
“I will start working on it tomorrow, brother. We will get my man and your girl right where they belong.”
LIA
I blinked my eyes open. I stretched, and the feeling made me moan. God, I felt so good. Then I remembered why, and my whole face got hot. I looked behind me and let out a breath. I was alone. Well, that was probably for the best. I did not want Beast to see me in the daylight. Especially not naked.
I was not ready to explain why my stomach, my ribs, and between my legs are covered in scars. I was surprised he did not ask more questions about what I said back at the clubhouse.
I got up. I used the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and my hair, and put my hair up in a messy bun. I walked back into my bedroom and let out a sharp scream.
“Jesus, Owen! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I said, putting my fists on my hips.
The look on his face went from amused to a burning rage. I was confused, and then I gasped as I remembered I did not have any clothes on. I ran to my closet and pulled on a long t-shirt and some sleep shorts.
“What the fuck, Lia? He did that to you? That motherfucker marked you up like that?”
“Owen, please. Calm down.”
“Calm down!” he yelled.
“Yes! Please.”
“Talk right now! You told me he said mean things to you, that he slapped you sometimes, that he kept you away from people. You showed up at my door with hurt ribs, which you would not let me see, by the way, and now I know why. You said he killed your father, but you had no proof. You did not say he scarred you. What made those marks?”
I looked down at the floor. Tears filled my eyes as I answered him.
“A steak knife. A lit cigar. The points of a fork. And a very sharp butterfly knife.”
“Jesus, my poor girl.” He got up off my bed and wrapped his arms around me as I started to cry.
I told him why I got each scar, and he swore up a storm. Then I found the courage to tell him everything Liam did to me in the three years we were together. How I tried to leave, but he had people watching my every move. Finally, I told him how I really got away. Before, I had only told him that I just left and used someone else’s phone to call him.
“Did you ever find out what happened to that woman?”
“No. I never heard anything. But I was not looking to find out, either. All I cared about was getting away. That is why I did not leave the house for the first three months. It is only in the last two that I have started to feel like I lost him. That he does not know where I am. I never told him about you, you know that. He would have made me stop talking to you.”
“Was that why, every time I called you, you would not answer, and then call me back a few minutes later? Was he with you then?”
“Yes. He would always ask who it was, and I would say it was a wrong number. Then I would wait a few minutes and go to the bathroom. That is why our talks were always so short.”
“I wondered. But I was too caught up in my own problems. I am so sorry, Lia.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. So, how was your night with Hex?”
“Well, after listening to you moan like a star in a porn movie, we had our own little show on the couch.”
“You heard me?” I screeched.
“Oh, honey. We heard. You are not a quiet person,” he said, laughing.
I covered my burning face with my hands. “It was the first time I ever came. I never knew it could feel like that.”
“Are you being serious with me right now?” he asked, his voice full of shock.
“Yeah. Liam only cared about his own pleasure, not mine.”
“Well, I am glad you got to feel that.”
“Me too.” I smiled, and then a wave of happy laughter burst out of me. I could not wait to see Beast again. I went to my studio and worked on my painting. Today was a good day.