Page 30 of Beautifully Wounded

“Asidefrom breaking into my room? Caught him getting a puke blowy from Darla in my fucking bath.” I shake my head as Smitty chuckles. “I swear that fucker has no boundaries or sense of personal space.”

“Want me to bounce him?”

I’m tempted to say yes. If he were anyone else, he’d probably already be gone, but he’s JD’s little brother, and he’s trying to get him under control. I know from experience how fucking hard that can be. I still wonder if Muz would be alive now if he’d joined the MC instead of the street gang he was in.

“Nah.” I sigh. “Not yet. But one more strike and the fucker is out. We can’t carry wayward fuckers that don’t know how to respect orders.”

“Deal,” Smitty says, stepping forward and gripping my shoulder. “It’s Spud’s birthday. I’m sending some guys to the warehouse to get some grog and the Doxies are gonna cook up a storm. Try and show your face later.”

I roll my eyes. He knows I always show my face, but it’s with reluctance. I’m not a drinker or a substance user, so being around fuckers off their face is nothing short of annoying.

“You know I’ll be there. I’m gonna take the day, though. I’m fucking exhausted.”

Smitty frowns. “You crook?”

“Maybe. Dunno.”

“Want me to send in some Doxy girls to clean up a bit in here?”

“Fuck no.” I hiss. “After Darla’s attitude last night, I want them to stay the fuck away from me and my room until further notice.”

“Yeah. Okay. No problem.” Smitty nods, moving to the door. “Would you get back in bed already? Your ugly face is offendingme.” He chuckles, throwing the door open again before slamming it shut behind him.

“Prick.” I chuckle quietly to myself, finally taking a sip of my coffee.

Mmm. Fucking good shit.

I take a moment to sip more of it before putting the mug down and shifting the couch back to the door to create the barrier, and then locking the door for extra measure.

My eyes dart to the bathroom where Abbey is hiding. She probably heard all of that. Not that it matters, but if Smitty found out, I’d be in deep shit.

Fuck, what am I doing taking these risks?

Fuck it. Deciding to find out, I beeline for the bathroom to where Abbey is hiding.

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Stepping into the bathroom, I find the shower curtain drawn around the bath.

“You asleep?” I ask, moving to the toilet and flipping up the seat.

“Nope.” Her voice comes from behind the curtain, and for some reason a grin tugs at my lips.

Since I have no jeans on, I easily slip my cock out from the top of my boxers and start taking a piss.

“Oh, my god. Are you really… weeing?”

Chuckling at her words, I release a slow moan to show her how fucking satisfying taking this piss is.

“Couldn’t you wait until I was out of the room?”

“Nope,” is all I say as I finish up before flushing the toilet and lowering the seat.

I don’t know what it is, but for some fucking reason, I love tormenting her.

Should I do that after everything she’s been through? Maybe not, but if she can’t learn to laugh at least sometimes, then she’s never gonna survive this.

I wash my hands quickly, and then turn to the closed curtain, fisting it and reefing it open. A small, surprised gasp flies past her lips, and fuck, when her caramel doe eyes meet mine, staring up at me from where she’s huddled, my mind conjures images of her naked. My dick in her mouth as she stares up at me just the way she is now.

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