Page 10 of Beautifully Reckless

Not to mention the warehouse breach and the men killed alongside some of the Marx crew from warehouse four.

I’ve barely slept two hours each night, not knowing where my Angel went. If she was safe. If someone was hurting her.

The loud rumble of our Harleys brings me back to reality. To why we’re here and what we’re doing.

Despite Lexi’s fury over me letting Abbey run off, Ayden reached out earlier to request that we go on standby. Said they’d located Abbey, but so had the corrupt cops, so our help might be needed.

But I didn’t just sit back and fucking wait. No way was I leaving Abbey’s safety in the hands of a bunch of Catholic kids from Fox Pines. So I called Liam Marx, who let me know his brother Griffin and cousin Devon were already on their way to get her for the Angel sisters.

I’d been pissed that now, Bec and Amanda Angel were finally stepping in, even after I’d already asked for their help. But fuck, shit with the pandemic has made everyone’s lives hard, so I let it slide and convinced Liam to give me the location.

Leatherand Lace Gentlemen’s Club.

Fuck. Has my Angel been stripping? Showing her body to horny men?

I squeeze the hand grip tight, not able to help myself as I take another look at Abbey travelling in the ute next to me.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Easing off on the throttle, my speed drops and Trunk shifts to the side, letting my ride fall back next to him and the silver car that fucking rammed into the back of the ute carrying Abbey only minutes ago.

Maintaining my speed with the silver car, I glance in through the passenger window to see a guy sneering back at me, chatting on his phone, like the fucking glass between us can protect him.

What an idiot.

I already know who he is. I know who they all are. Those sick fuckers that hurt my Angel.

This here is Donny Allen. Nephew to the prick cop, Ian Allen. The same arsehole who somehow had a hand in disabling our security cameras at our warehouses, luring us out of the compound a few weeks ago.

While most of the men were out investigating, that bastard and his officer prick mates stormed in and fucked with our women and some of our remaining men.

We don’t let shit like that slide in the Southern Sadists MC, and soon enough, that fucker will learn that lesson.

With the tunnel exit up ahead, I bide my time, wanting to be away from the CCTV cameras before I make my move, and I subtly slip the glass breaker from my cut, and grip it tightly in my hand.

Themoment we’re clear of the tunnel and the night sky is above us again, I curl my lip at the fucker still staring back at me and shift my hog closer.

Donny frowns.

I smirk.

Then I lift the glass breaker to the window and press the button.

The glass explodes, and the car swerves as the dickheads inside yell like little bitches. I veer away for a moment, making sure the fuckers don’t hit me with their car.

My men around us roar with laughter, hooting and yelling teasing remarks at the pricks inside the car before JD copies my move on the driver’s side, smashing the glass.

Daniel, the fucking little prick, starts yelling like a yabbie has latched onto his pin dick. I can tell the fucker’s never faced this level of ruthlessness before. I can’t fucking wait until he realises it’ll never end until his cold, dead body is six feet under.

“Ahhh stop! What are you doing, you crazy bastards!” Daniel yells, and I shift my ride closer, watching as the ute carrying my Angel guns it out of here while we take care of business.

“I hear you like to rape women,” I snarl into the open window, and Daniel’s eyes go wide as Donny just smirks.

I see fucking red!

My fist snaps out and cracks against his nose. Blood bursts from the split in his skin from the impact, and he starts fucking screeching like a hyena.

“Not fucking smiling now, are you, Donny Allen?”

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