Page 42 of Beautifully Reckless

“Naw, don’t be like that. You can get your dick sucked later.”

Ringo tenses, his fists balling, his body coiled like it’s gearing up to swing.

Before he can do anything of the sort, I shove past both of them, going back out into the main living area.

The room isn’t as crowded with my friends now, only Jared and Dee remain, sitting at the round dining table with the two blonde women, Bec and Amanda.

Griffin is here too, leaning against the kitchen island, swigging from a beer.

“Where’s Lexi?” I ask, moving towards Jared.

“The others are back down the hall in the other living room.” Jared smirks. “Well most of them are. Rhys said she needs to service Marcus to help get rid of his pent-up anger.”

Griffin chuckles at that, as Ringo and Devon join us in the kitchen, and all eyes turn to Ringo.

“She stays with me. That’s non-fucking-negotiable.”

His voice cuts through the room like a blade, and Jared sneers.

“How about we let Abbey decide?”

The tension thickens as Dee stands from her chair, before calmly lowering herself onto Jared’s knee.

The action is a silent message. Don’t start another dick swinging contest.

“I think that’s a great idea,” the taller blonde woman, Amanda, cuts in. “Abbey. You’re still in a lot of danger. The fact that Daniel’s friend Donny is the nephew of a corrupt cop makes your situation ten times worse.” She glances around the room. “We’ve all shown our hands tonight. The fact that the Marx brothers were there will imply our involvement. And simply just seeing Devon’s involvement will cause trouble.”

My brows shoot up, and I turn to Devon who smirks and winks.

Cheeky bugger.

“Devon is known for making victims of abusers disappear so their attackers can’t find them,” Bec explains, reading the confusion on my face. “He has a safe haven for women and children. In fact, one of Ian Allen’s old girlfriends is hiding away thanks to Devon, so Allen’s going to start looking into him again.”

“I’ll have to stay away from Hell for a little while longer I guess.” Devon smirks, like being on a corrupt cop’s radar is nobig deal. “I wouldn’t want to lead those fuckers back to my palace.”

Hell?

Palace?

This guy is weird.

Very easy on the eyes though. But still, he seems a little crazy to me.

“I’ll give my staff a heads up that the Red Room will likely get raided,” Griffin adds, and my heart sinks.

These people are going to pay for helping me.

“That’s probably wise,” Amanda agrees before glancing at Devon. “Feel free to take Ian Allen on a wild goose chase.”

Devon grins, wickedly. “My favorite kind of chase.”

“As for you two.” Bec’s firm tone has me glancing her way to see her glaring at Jared and Dee. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Griffin mutters before tipping his head back to get the last dreads of his drink.

Jared smirks and Dee rolls her eyes before she starts moving her hands around in what I recognise as sign language.

Huh. Did I know she could communicate through sign language?

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