Page 189 of Beautifully Reckless

He yells, the sound raw and furious, but I don’t stop.

My teeth sink deeper as I scream, my voice loud and feral, and my mouth fills with the tang of blood. A chunk of flesh tears free, landing on my tongue, and I release his arm, gagging.

“You fucking bitch! You fucking bit me!”

His roar is deafening, right before his palm cracks across my cheek so hard, stars explode behind my eyes.

“Once this baby is out, I’m going to gut you like a fish!” he snarls, spittle spraying my face like venom.

Fuck him! If he thinks I’m going to make this easy, he’s about to get a surprise.

I scream again, thrashing with everything I’ve got, wild and jostling.

His rhythm falters as he tries to piston into me, but I keep throwing him off, breaking tempo, nearly forcing him out a few times.

I keep screaming. I don’t stop, his grip on my wrists now gone as he cradles his wound to his chest while he tries to complete his task.

I claw at his face, punching, grabbing, making sure nothing about this is enjoyable for him.

But then, a familiar voice cuts in, and I freeze, my eyes landing on Donny Allen.

“Get off her, Uncle Ian,” he snickers, stepping into the unfamiliar room. “You’ve had long enough with her. Now it’s my turn.”

No… not again.

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Two days. Two fucking days, and nothing. No word about her. No word from my Angel.

I can’t fucking think straight. I can’t eat. Can’t fucking shit. And I sure as fuck can’t sleep.

I haven’t stopped hunting for her for a goddamn minute.

Her parents’ house has been abandoned. Completely cleared out like they fled in a fucking hurry. I’ve got no fucking idea where they are.

Lexi can’t get a hold of Tahli on the app they use, and even Hush can’t get a location. Not a fucking blip.

I’ve got everyone working on trying to find her. The Angel sisters. The Marx family. They’re all helping.

Abbey’s friends are just as frantic, and I’m pretty sure Lexi is just like me, and hasn’t slept since she got the call about what happened.

This is allmy fucking fault.

I should never have left her. What the fuck was I thinking? I should’ve fought Smitty’s orders. Should’ve left him high and dry.

But fuck… it’s not his fault.

It’s mine.

All fucking mine.

Nothing good comes from splitting up. I’ve seen enough movies to know better.

Fuck.

Now I’m trying to rationalise this shit by comparing it to a fucking movie.

I need my head checked, for fucking sure.

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