Page 114 of Beautifully Reckless

“Actually, weare.” She storms out to my suite’s living area, calling over her shoulder. “If you expect me to marry you, without my best friend by my side, I might add, then you’d better get the hell out so I can find something remotely nice enough to wear.”

She stops at the mouth of the hallway, turning to me with her arms crossed and her eyes blazing.

“Abbey, come on. You know it’s the only way to protect you.”

“No!” she shouts. “It’s the only way to protectthe club.”

“You fucking know it’s not about the club for me.”

She has the audacity to wave me off like I didn’t just speak.

“Whatever. I’llmarryyou. But don’t expect me to be happy about it.” Jabbing a finger toward my bedroom door, she seethes. “Get out.”

“It’s my fucking room,” I protest, and she shakes her head.

“Actually, it’sminenow. If I have to sacrifice my maidenhood, then you can sacrifice your fucking bedroom.”

My cock is so fucking hard right now. I have a right mind to shut her up with it.

I also don’t have a fucking death wish.

“I’ll send Jols up,” I mutter. “She brought dresses.”

“Fine,” she snaps, her cheeks flushed with her fury, and I can tell she’s holding back tears.

Pretending to move past her, I quickly grab her unawares, pulling her to my chest.

She struggles, shoving and beating her fists against me. Fighting me with everything she’s got.

“I hate you!” she screams, and I hold tight, not letting her escape.

“No, you don’t,” I counter, feeling the fight slowly seep out of her.

“I do so,” she says softly against my chest.

“You’re angry, but you don’t hate me, Angel.” Leaning down, I press my lips to the top of her head, and she sinks into me a little more.

“What would you know?” she mutters, and this time, I release her and take a step back.

“I know that when I asked you to marry me last night, with your slick juices running down my chin, I fucking meant it.”

Her eyes widen, but I spin on my heel, needing this conversation to be done.

I feel too fucking raw. Like I’ve been cut open and the entire fucking world can see my insides.

It’s a weird fucking feeling, and not one I’m keen to get used to.

Back downstairs I apologise to my ma, where I take my scolding and lecture like a man, before heading outside where my club has now thoroughly invaded my little patch of paradise.

Jols gives me more shit for fucking up so badly, but hurries off with Lans to get the bride-to-be ready, and I spend the next two hours with my club brothers catching up before I duck off into the barn to get myself ready for my own fucking wedding.

It pisses me off that Abbey’s wedding day has to be like this, because she’s right. She should have Lexi here. And her other friends from Fox Pines. Hell, I bet she’s torn up about her littlest sister Tahli not being here too.

I’llmake it happen eventually. She’ll get her dream fucking wedding after all of this shit is over and those rapist fuckers are dead.

Assuming she even wants to keep me.

Fuck.

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