Page 168 of Beautifully Reckless

“Is this how it’s going to be? You gonna fucking taunt me until I come back to you?” I snap, but there’s no anger to it.

“You bet your cute arse I’m going to. I’m twenty five weeks pregnant, horny and emotional and you up and left me to entertain myself.”

I can’t help but fucking chuckle. This woman! Jesus, she does something to me.

“Angel. Do you really want me walking around here with a hardon in front of the Doxies?”

“Shit,” she snaps under her breath. “Quick, think of something gross.”

I throw my head back laughing, ignoring the weird fucking looks I’m getting from my club brothers since they aren’t really used to seeing me fucking smile, let alone laugh.

“Do me a favour and save those pictures for when I call you late at night. I promise to help you with your horniness.”

She scoffs. “You know it doesn’t work when I touch myself.”

“Don’t rule out the power behind my dirty talk,” I remind her and she giggles.

“Fine. I’ll eagerly await this magical dirty talk later tonight.”

“I look forward to it.” I fucking grin, giving my club brothers my back so they stop looking at me like I’ve grown two fucking heads.

Abbey and I chat for a few more minutes, my eyes taking in the vast clearing and the thick pine forest on the other side. There’s so much room here. We could build more than a little estate. We could build our own little fucking town.

When I reluctantly end the call, I know the only way I’m going to get through each day is by keeping busy, so I make myselffamiliar with the land my club now owns, before rolling up my sleeves and pitching in alongside my brothers.

The day is long, but thankfully not too hot, now well into autumn. By nightfall, after a shitty shower in the portable facilities, and some basic campfire grub, JD and I take one of the vans into Fox Pines in search of our first victim.

Thanks to Jared and Dee’s relentless digging, we know that Tim Beck, a twenty year old loser who lives in a shack-like bungalow in his parents’ backyard, spends his days gaming while his parents work their arses off to buy him whatever he wants.

He could be doing so much with that kind of privilege, yet he chooses to waste his days fucking gaming.

Their house sits on a corner block in town, with a driveway coming off the side road to the back of their property. There’s a car parked at the end of the driveway, closest to the bungalow. Likely Tim’s.

There are zero security cameras, which makes our job a fuckload easier. His parents are preoccupied inside the main house, too busy watching MAFS in the living room to spot us striding across the backyard.

With gloved hands, JD swings the bungalow door open, the flimsy thing not even locked. I step inside, scanning the space in seconds.

The bed is unmade. There are take out containers on the bedside table, and a mound of clothes in the corner, which may or may not be dirty.

Who fucking knows, but it does smell like dirty socks in here.

Filthy fucking prick.

Sitting at the desk with his back to us is Tim. He’s playing a fucking fighting game. It’s a fucking pity the characters can’t leap off the screen to help him. He’s gonna fucking need it.

I don’t clock a webcam but he’s wearing a headset, which means people can hear him. It also means he can’t hear us right behind him.

Sharing a look with JD, I give him a nod, and he darts forward, snatching up the game console, and ripping the fucking thing off the desk. The plug tears from the wall with a pop, and the screen goes black as Tim gives his best impression of a banshee, squealing like a little bitch.

“Ahhh! What are you…”

His words die off as he takes me in, pressing himself deep into his padded gaming chair, watching me sit my arse on his desk and cross my arms over my chest.

I point to his head, and he gets the message, slowly tugging off the headset.

“It wasn’t my idea.” He rushes out and I quirk a brow as his eyes dart between me on one side of him, and JD on the other.

“So you know who we are then?”

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