Page 71 of Beautifully Reckless

“Let’s get you inside, love. You must be exhausted after the ride.”

My Angel nods, glancing my way.

I get the sudden urge to reach out and take her hand in mine. Pull her close and kiss her.

I don’t fucking get it. I’ve never been into PDA. Not in front of my family.

Club life is different. It’s sex, not affection. Territory, not tenderness. And hell, even then, I’ve abstained mostly, only ever using my own fucking hand to get off in front of an audience.

As Abbey follows my ma inside, my sisters barrel past me, Mills deliberately shoulder-checking me before my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Pulling it out, I pause to check it as JD comes to my side.

“Fuck,” I mutter, reading the message.

“What is it?” JD asks, stepping closer as I glance up at my best mate.

“Ayden just messaged. The cops are there now, raiding his parents’ apartment.”

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Ican’t tell if Ringo’s sisters like me or not. As soon as I step inside the impressive house made of stone and steel, Lani hooks her arm through mine and leads me in deeper.

I’m awestruck when we enter a generous open plan living, dining and kitchen area, lit by natural light streaming in through the towering windows that must be at least three stories high. With all the sunlight shining in, I expect the room to be hot, but it’s surprisingly cool.

Maybe the glass is tinted.

“My brother was talking in riddles before. I couldn’t quite make sense of half of it,” Lani rambles, leading me to a stool at the kitchen counter before slipping the strap of my bag off my shoulder.

Dammit. I want that back.

I feeloddly protective of the bag. It’s all I have, even if most of what’s inside isn’t even mine.

Lani drops it beside the softest looking couch I’ve ever seen, before turning her attention back to me.

Glancing away, I feel the weight of her judgement roll over me in waves.

Where the hell is Ringo? I thought he was right behind me.

Glancing back towards the wide hallway leading to the front door, I find it empty.

Did he seriously just ditch me with his sisters?

“So, you’re his old lady?” Lani asks, appearing right in front of me.

Did she run back across the room?

“Lana, give the girl some space to breathe,” Ringo’s mum scolds, and when our eyes meet, she offers me a warm smile before returning to her chopping board, dicing up vegetables.

“No, let her speak. I want to know what our darling brother has gotten himself into.” Millie smirks, but there’s nothing friendly about it. Her eyes rake over me, my pink hair, my makeup free face, the hot pink tee I’m wearing.

Shit.

The. Hot. Pink. T-shirt!

I was too distracted by the possibility of the police turning up at Ayden’s parents’ apartment to think fast enough when Ringo said he was bringing me here. I can’t believe I’m meeting his mother and sisters for the first time wearing the t-shirt I borrowed from Shandi.

Like my ass?

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