Page 46 of Beautifully Wounded

Then I hear it. A small gasp from behind me.

“Who’s this?” Smitty asks, sitting taller in his seat, Molly standing to attention next to him, and my head snaps over my shoulder to see Abbey staring wide eyed, her big doe eyes practically the only noticeable thing about her as she hides in my hoodie.

FUCK!

Why the fuck is she here?

Spinning away from me, even as I go to stand, she makes a run for it, only to slam into Brody as he comes rushing in like a fire is lit under his arse. “Fuck, I wasn’t meant to let you out.”

A fearful whimper flies from Abbey as she shoves Brody aside and bolts out the door.

“Who the fuck was that?” Smitty asks over Molly’s barking, shoving Celina off his lap, and I hesitate for a fucking moment, not sure if I should answer him first or go after Abbey first.

Fuck.

I decide I can answer him later, and instead I lurch forward, grabbing Brody by the scruff. “You’re fucking out!” I boom before shoving him backwards out the door, where he falls on his arse.

“Ringo!” Smitty yells as I take fucking chase, needing to find Abbey before she gets found by someone else.

As I clear the pool area, I skid to a stop at the edge of the courtyard, my gaze racing over the crowd just in time to spot her slight frame engulfed in my black hoodie, disappearing into the crowd before it absorbs her.

My feet move instantly, heading towards the place I lost sight of her and unfortunately, the savage growls of an unhappy Molly follow. I shove through the crowd, my club brothers already in full fucking party mode as they mess with the Doxy girls, unaware of the building drama.

My eyes rake over everyone as I try to spot her, but it’s her cries that draw me to the side of the crowd where I see the big burly back of one of our older members, Fryer, as he cages someone in against the brick wall.

I see fucking red!

My feet pound heavily as I storm forward, watching as Abbey’s small hands try to push him back, and as I get closer and her terrified face comes into view, I hear her repeated words over and over.

“No. No. No.”

Fryer fucking palms her tit before his words meet my ears. “Who brought in a new toy? Fuck yes.”

“The fuck!” I roar, my fingers digging into his cut as I drag him off her before I pull back and clock him in the jaw with a loud crack.

“What the fuck, Ringo!” he sneers, stumbling back into a nearly dead shrub as Abbey presses herself so close to the wall it’s like she’s trying to disappear through it.

I can’t tell who she’s scared of. Me, Fryer, or Molly standing off to the side savagely barking like she’s gearing up to attack.

“Keep your fucking hands off what’s mine!” I roar, balling my fist in his direction and, unfortunately, catching the attention of others behind me.

“What do you mean, she’s yours?”

Fuck.

Smitty.

I spin to see our club President, my friend, looming behind me with half our fucking members at his back.

He followed me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My eyes catch sight of Jols and Trunk, their concern evident, although I’m not sure if it’s for me, Abbey, or the fact they may be implicated.

“Molly! Quiet!” Smitty hisses and the dog instantly stops barking, moving to his side but keeping her eyes trained on Abbey.

Turning back to eye my captive, I move to her, noticing how she tries to shrink back further as I approach like she’s fucking scared of me.

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