Page 105 of Beautifully Wounded

“Should I be worried?” I ask Jols, and in my peripheral, she angles her head in my direction.

“I won’t lie. It’s always a worry when they have to go off and do business the way only they can. But they are good at what they do. Ringo is smart when it comes to this sort of thing. That’s why he’s the club’s Sergeant in Arms.”

I turn to face her now, my brows raised. “Sergeant in Arms?”

“Yeah. Everyone has a role to play in an MC. Some roles are more important than others. Like the President, for example.”

I nod, glancing back at the now vacant doorway to the garage. “What does the Sergeant in Arms role do?”

“Well, to put it simply, Ringo’s role in the MC is kind of like a law enforcer. There are rules, and his job is to make sure no one steps out of line.”

I turn back and study Jols’ face, those blue eyes of hers still so captivating. “And what happens if someone steps out of line?”

“They get punished.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Punished how?”

Her eyes squint a little as she looks at me now. “You sure you wanna know?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I wanna know.”

Jols nods back as she gestures into the room, and I move in, taking a seat on the couch, watching as she closes the door and joins me.

“Just like normal laws, our punishments depend on the severity of the infraction. For something mild, like inappropriate behaviour, it could be as simple as a slap on the wrist and a fine.”

I scoff. “The club has rules about inappropriate behaviour?”

She grins. “Yeah. Shocking, I know.”

“What does an MC class as inappropriate behaviour?” I ask, truly intrigued.

“Well,” Jols sighs, relaxing back against the couch cushion that Ringo had been on only minutes before, “for example, Mex decided to piss on Roadie and Delilah while they were fucking one time without their consent. That’s pretty inappropriate. Ringo reprimanded him in a public scolding and fined him five grand.”

“What? Five thousand dollars?”

Jols nods. “Yep. He’s still paying it off. Taught the fucker a lesson, though. He’s been well behaved ever since.”

My brows are high on my forehead. “I guess peeing on someone is bloody horrid.”

Jols throws her head back laughing, her eyes bright as she watches me. “When these arseholes take a leak, it’s not peeing. It’s pissing. Trust me. They have zero class when it comes to needing to relieve themselves sometimes.”

Smirking, I feel my cheeks heat as I nod. “I’ve kind of picked up on that.”

“It’shard to miss around these thugs.”

We smile at each other, and for a moment, it really does feel like I have Lexi here with me.

“So, what’s one of the worst infractions?” I ask, and Jols’ smile drops.

“There are a few.” Her blue gaze drops to her lap, and she seems to be studying her hands for a few beats before she sighs. “You sure you wanna know? It’s not nice.”

“Yeah, I do,” I admit, knowing I may regret it in a moment.

“Let’s see.” She taps her finger against her chin a few times before her eyes meet mine. “Ringo declared you as his. In our world, it’s not just a boyfriend declaration. His declaration makes you his property.”

My brows shoot high at that, and dread starts to mingle in the pit of my stomach.

“If one of the members disregards that and tries to do anything with or to you that dishonours Ringo’s declaration, the member will pay dearly.”

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