Page 121 of Beautifully Wounded

As he smashes up yet another fucking chair, my eyes dart to my room.

Is Abbey okay? Did she stay hidden?

“Who!” Smitty roars. “Which one of my beautiful Doxies did they defile?”

Dragging my gaze from my room, I watch as Wendy, Celina, Nessy and Helina slowly step forward.

“Fuck!”Smitty rages, even as he steps up to Celina and cups her face. “What did they ask you to do, baby?”

She shrugs, offering him a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes. “It was just a blowjob.”

He growls. “Their dicks were in your mouths?” Smitty asks, turning his gaze to the other Doxies even as his hands remain framing Celina’s cheeks.

“Yes.” Wendy speaks up, and that’s when I notice how sticky her hair looks.

Those putrid fucking pigs.

Smitty turns his eyes back to Celina. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll clean you up.”

“That’s not all they wanted,” Wendy snaps, her eyes flashing to me before returning to Smitty, who has now stepped away from Celina.

It’s then that I notice Jols glaring at Wendy, and all the Doxies shifting uncomfortably.

“Well, what the fuck else did they want?” Smitty snaps, clearly impatient.

“They were looking for a girl that was kidnapped from Fox Pines.” Wendy pouts her lips with far too much fucking attitude as she shoots me a glare.

Oh.

Fucking.

No.

My gaze darts back to Jols whose face is turning red in anger, before my eyes shift straight to my door.

I step forward. “What of it?” I snap.

“What did they call her?” Wendy presses her finger to her lips as if the bitch is thinking hard. “Oh. Abbey Delany.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with us?” Smitty snaps, but Wendy doesn’t even look at him. Her eyes remain locked on mine.

“Well, nothing, except for the fact that the girl in the picture they showed all of us,” her claw-like nail points to the Doxies and the men who stayed behind, “looks exactly like Charity.”

My eyes widen and my hand fucking twitches with the gun still gripped tightly.

I could fucking kill this bitch.

“Ringo?” Smitty turns to face me, his brow raised. “You know anything about that?”

I ignore him, my gaze moving to Jols. “Where is she? Did they fucking take her?”

Jols shakes her head. “No, they didn’t take her. Brody started yelling that you were all on your way back, and the cops just left. She’s still in your room.”

“The fuck!” Smitty booms, but my feet are moving, and I’m shoving through the gathered men to get to my room.

I need to see her. I need to make sure she’s okay.

I shove my bedroom door open, the fucking flimsy timber ricocheting off the wall with a bang, and a quick fucking scan shows the main room empty.

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