Page 41 of Beautifully Wounded

My question stills her feet, her body still engulfed in my hoodie despite the warm afternoon.

“Of course I wouldn’t. I won’t message anyone or anything, but do you have an account I can buy an eBook from? I can read on your phone. That’s what I really need right now.”

I actually believe she won’t do the wrong thing. If anything, breaking the rules is not in her nature. It’s the way she’s been raised, and my guess is the few times she has broken the rules, she’s paid the consequences dearly.

“You don’t want to read my World War II book?”

Her lips thin in a yeah-nah smile as she shakes her head. “I think I’d rather stare at the wall.”

I can’t hide my smirk. “You enjoy reading?”

She nods. “It’s been the only thing that’s held me together over the last couple of years.”

Fuck. Pain slices at the centre of my chest at her words, the ache in her tone so brutal that I know any thoughts I’ve had of what she may have been subjected to probably don’t even touch the surface of the harsh truth.

“I’m expecting a call. A very fucking important call. One I will need to return within minutes of receiving. If I place someone outside my door until I’m back, can I trust that you will subtly let them know when the call comes in, so they can get me, or bring my phone to me? You’ll have to let them know without letting anyone see you.”

She nods quickly. “Of course.”

I should just go and tell Smitty what I did last night and be done with it. Tell him I did a favour that involved our club members andthat I smuggled an unapproved guest in without his knowledge.

Will he deck me? Most likely, but that doesn’t fucking worry me. What does worry me is what he’ll decide to do with Abbey. As the club President, he has the power to kick her out on the street and demand I stay away. He also has the power to declare her a mouse or Doxy, in which case, Abbey’s worst fears will come true.

Why the fuck didn’t I think over the consequences before I said yes to this job?

Because you’d do anything in memory of your dead brother, you moron.

Fuck.

“Don’t fucking make me regret this, Angel.” I point sternly at her, and she shakes her head, her eyes wide with what looks like a glimmer of happiness.

I pass her my phone, and help her navigate to the online store, telling her to order whatever digital books she likes, and while she does that, I hunt down Brody, finding him sitting on the edge of the pool getting a fucking blowjob off Georgia.

“Hey shitface, get your dick outta her mouth and come with me,” I snap, but Brody stays put, tipping his head back to look up at me as he fists Georgia’s hair and starts thrusting into her throat.

“Give. Me. One. Sec…ahhhhhh.”

I want to punch the fucker for making me wait, but his orgasm is quick, and he’s shoving Georgia away as she spits out the mouthful of jizz she just received.

“Jesus, Brody. You said you’d pull out. You know I don’t drink spunk.” Georgia splutters, shifting back in the murky pool waterto get away from Brody, so I pull the prick up by the nape of his shirt, dragging him away from the pool as he tries to tuck his dick back in.

“Hey, take it easy, man.”

“You want to earn your way in faster?” I snap, shoving him hard, nearly making him fall on his face as we reach the centre of the courtyard that the Doxy girls are decorating for Spud’s birthday.

“Fuck yeah. What do I gotta do?” he says with excitement, not even acknowledging the fact I shoved him.

“You know that thing that you didn’t see last night?”

Brody stops, shooting me a toothy smile as he waggles his brows. “Yeah?”

“I want you to guard my fucking door from the fucking outside and make sure no one goes in or out except for me. And when she asks you to get me for an important phone call I’m expecting, you will come and get me straight a-fucking-way.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I can do that.” Brody nods.

“You can’t leave your post unless you are coming to get me. Are you sure you understand what the fuck I’m asking of you?” I hiss, curling my lip as I loom over him.

“Yeah, I get it. Stay outside your door. Don’t let anyone in or out and come and get you when she tells me to.”

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