Page 90 of Beautifully Wounded

Even though I don’t particularly like my sister, Maggie, I worry about what will become of her given how brainwashed she is.

And Tahli… Well, I need to find a way to get her away from them as soon as possible.

Just as I turn from the large washing machine now doing its job and washing mine and Ringo’s clothes, a startled gasp flies from my lips as I come face to face with a glaring Wendy.

“You won’t last. You know that, right?”

My brows hitch at her words. I don’t even know what to say to that, but before I can even form a word, she continues.

“He’ll get bored with you. You’re not exactly his,” her disdained glare looks me up and down, “flavour.”

“Whatever.” I manage to mutter, taking a step forward in the hopes she backs up and lets me out the door.

She doesn’t.

“Ringo doesn’t do sweet. Whatever fascination he has with you will likely vanish before the week is through.” She curls her lip in disgust. “You’re simply too vanilla for a man like him.”

“Can you please move?” I snap, which just makes her scoff.

“Unless you’re willing to let him do the things he truly desires to your little fragile body.” She shrugs, lifting her hand to study her nails before glaring back at me. “He’s such a man, you know. He can’t help it if he likes it rough.” Her claw-like fingers wrap around her neck and she pretends to choke herself. “He likes to choke his women until they stop breathing.”

My heart starts thrashing in my chest, as her actions and words evoke a memory that I never want to remember before her lips spread wide in a sinister smile.

“He likes to fuck his women after they pass out. He likes being in full control of their body, able to do to it whatever he wants without them…” she leans forward, and I now regret stepping closer as her cigarette scented breath heats my face, “saying no.”

“You don’t scare me,” I hiss, trying to find my lady balls, but unfortunately, my voice still resembles a mouse.

Wendy throws her head back laughing. “Oh, dear sweet Charity. I’m not trying to scare you. I’m simply giving you a heads up for what’s in store for you if you want to stick around.” She shrugs like she doesn’t care, but obviously she does. “Besides,it’s no skin off my nose. He still comes to me and begs to sink his big cock deep into my cunt.”

“You’re vile!” I snap.

“And you’re delusional if you think you can make him happy!” She snaps back, shoving my chest and making me stumble back into the washer. “You stupid, naïve little girl. You know nothing about our world. Don’t come crying to me when you marry him, thinking you’ve nailed him down, only to find out that I’m his old lady. So while you might end up playing house with him, just remember when he comes to the club, he’ll be balls deep in my arse.”

“Piss off, Wendy.”

The additional female voice snaps my attention over Wendy’s shoulder to see Jols standing there, glaring at the back of Wendy’s head.

Spinning on her heel, Wendy faces Jols but says nothing, the two of them seeming to have some sort of telepathic argument before Wendy huffs and shoves past Jols, storming off.

“Are you alright?” Jols asks, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding, slowly nodding.

“I-I think so.”

“Just ignore Wendy. The dumb bitch has been pawing at Ringo for years, and not once has he taken her up on her offers. She’s just jealous that you got what she could never get.”

I shake my head. “But I don’t have… that. Me and Ringo… we’re fake. It’s not real,” I whisper, my heart hurting at the truth of my words.

Yeah, we shared something last night, but Wendy is right. I’m not Ringo’s type. I could never let him choke me.

“If yousay so.” Jols grins knowingly, and my brows hitch, but she doesn’t notice because she’s stepping out of the room and gesturing for me to follow.

When I step outside, I watch as Jols kicks the booted foot of the man slumbering in the garden bed.

“Hey Barts. Wake up.” She kicks his foot again, and as I approach, I hear him groan in protest.

“Stop Natasha. I got up for the baby last time.”

I frown at his words while Jols sighs, her hands on her hips as she shoots me a sympathetic look. Then she kicks the guy’s foot again.

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