Page 130 of Beautifully Reckless

“Wendy told me not to go crying to her when I marry you thinking I’ve nailed you down, only to find outshe’syour old lady. That while I’m playing house with you, when you go back to the club, you’ll be, and I quote, ‘balls deep’ in Wendy’s arse.”

My nostrils flare, and my chest heaves, rising and falling so fast I can barely fucking breathe.

“I’m going toFUCKING KILL HER!”

My roar echoes across the property. Raw. Violent. And feral. And Abbey lets out a shocked squeak as I spin and storm off towards the fucking barn, ready to do exactly what I just fucking promised.

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Oh my God, he’s really going to kill her!

“Wait! Ringo!” I cry, bolting after him and trying to ignore the fact that I’m not wearing any panties beneath this satin gown.

Hurrying around the corner he just disappeared behind, I catch sight of him storming past Ace, who’s still on the deck, now with a table set up and some papers spread out.

Oh my… was Ace there this whole time? Did he hear us? Hear me?

“Hey, wait up, Ringo. You’ve gotta sign the marriage papers,” Ace calls, and Ringo grinds to a stop before stalking to him.

“Where?”

By the time I reach them, Ringo’s already scrawling his name along the dotted line. Literally.

“Oh good. Abbey. You need to sign, too.”

I nod, but my gaze is glued to Ringo as he finishes signing and slams the pen down on the table before storming off again.

Eyes wide, I glance at Ace, who looks apologetic, and I’m not sure if it’s for Ringo’s outburst or for having to interrupt his furious club brother.

“Uh… just sign here, please.” He points to the papers, so I quickly snatch up the pen, scribble my name, and toss it down before hurrying after my husband.

Oh wow.

I have a husband.

A husband that is angrier than I’ve ever seen him.

“Wendy!” he bellows, storming across the yard towards the barn, where the thick crowd mingles, and soulful music plays quietly in the background.

All eyes swing to him as he barrels through, then snap to me as I rush after him, probably looking like a hot mess as I try to run in these strappy heels, and a satin gown while holding my damn boobs, because I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress.

“What’s going on?” JD hurries to Ringo’s side, while Jols beelines for me.

“Wendy is what fucking happened,” Ringo hisses, loud enough for everyone to hear, and just like that, a heavy silence falls over the crowd.

“Oh shit,” Jols whispers, taking my arm to slow me down. “Babe. You don’t want to see this.”

“What?” I squeak, my panic spiking now even more certain my husband is about to kill Wendy. “No. You have to stop him.”

Sympathy washes over Jols’ features as she looks at me, so I shove her off, charging for Ringo, pushing through the crowd in a blind panic, desperate to reach him before it’s too late.

“Why would you say those things to Abbey?!” Ringo’s voice booms, loud and menacing, as I shove through the closing-in crowd. I burst into the barn to find him towering over Wendy, his face inches from hers as she flinches back. Smitty and Spud lounge nearby, unfazed, like this behaviour is just a typical day in club life.

“I didn’t say anything to her!” Wendy cries, arching so far back in her chair that she looks like she’s about to snap in half.

“One thing I do know,” Ringo growls, “is my wife is not a fucking liar. And you’ve been caught out in more lies than I can fucking count. So tell me why the fuck I shouldn’t kill you right now!?”

“You don’t have the balls,” Wendy sneers, and just like that, Ringo’s hand snaps around her throat.

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