Page 190 of Beautifully Reckless

But that, and literally everything else, can fucking wait. Because I’m not fucking stopping. Not until I’ve got my Angel safely in my arms again.

I won’t stop for anything, or anyone.

The rumble of approaching motorcycles doesn’t even claim my attention. My eyes and mind remain locked on the map pinned to the barn door at our new compound.

“Where are you, Angel?” I whisper, feeling more of the organ inside my chest breaking off and I wish for the impossible… wishing she could hear me.

FUCK!

Leaning closer, I draw a cross through the last known location of that fucked up cult-like church her family goes to, our search of it turning up jack shit.

They fled in a hurry too.

You can’t tell me that’s a fucking coincidence.

I stare at the map, absolutely stumped. Fucking lost.

Withoutmore intel, it’s like searching for a needle in a fucking haystack. She could beanywhere. Could be in another fucking state by now. Or worse, out of the country.

We might be thick in a pandemic, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t slipping across state borders or dodging coast guard in their fancy fucking boats.

“Sarg. There’s someone here you need to see,” Stocky mutters, stepping into the empty barn.

I grunt in response, right as Smitty comes barging in.

“Stop fucking crying, Wendy. Your tears won’t work here.”

I spin the second I hear Wendy’s fucking name, finding Spud, our VP, dragging her by her elbow, his grip brutal before he shoves her hard.

She crashes to her knees between us. Trembling. Her eyes pleading as she peers up at me.

“What the fuck is this bitch doing back here?” I snap, about ready to throw down if anyone thinks I’m willing to let her slither back into this chapter.

“Come on, Celina. Get in here,” Smitty snaps, waving Celina in.

She’s hiding behind the door, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Tell Ringo. Don’t leave a fucking thing out,” Smitty growls, his eyes wild with rage.

Celina’s tear filled eyes dart to Wendy, who glares at her through her own tears, and my fucking patience is about ready to snap.

Pulling out my gun, I flick the safety off with a click that fills the silence.

“Someone better start fucking talking.”

“W-Wendy k-knows something about A-Abbey,” Celina stammers, shaking as tears streak her cheeks, and Wendy spits in her direction.

“Snitches get stitches, Celina. What the fuck happened to the girl code?”

“The girl code?” Celina’s brows shoot high. “What girl code, Wendy? Decent women hold each other up. They don’t shoot them down. And they certainly don’t play a part in another woman’s kidnapping.”

The moment Celina’s words sink in, I’ve got a fistful of Wendy’s hair in my grip, the barrel of my gun jammed under her jaw as I snarl in her face.

“Tell me where the fuck my wife is.”

Wendy scoffs. “As if I’d do that. The moment I tell youanything, I’ll be dead.”

“Tell him, Wendy!” Celina cries. “You called me bragging about getting Abbey out of the way for good. Tell him what you know,” Celina begs, but I catch the flash of acceptance in Wendy’s eyes.

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