Page 103 of Beautifully Shattered
“It’s not often I see you stumped, big brother.” Lans giggles. “I think Abbey might be your kryptonite.”
“I think you’re right.” Mills joins in, both of them laughing at my expense.
“Both of you will feel like shit if my wife gets hurt because you encouraged this,” I snap, pointing a stern finger between them, and their smiles drop.
“Leave them alone, Cameron,” Abbey sighs, bending over the table to study the map, and my eyes zero in on her arse, and fuck, how didn’t I notice her dressed in those snug leather pants?
She’s already dressed to go.
Fingers snap before my eyes, jolting me out of my daze, and I find Jols glaring at me.
“Eyes up, Sarg.”
I fucking roll them, gently pushing Jols aside to reach my wife.
“So, if I had a problem with this, you were going to go anyway, weren’t you?” I spin her to face me, staring her down as she shrugs, and I grind my teeth so fucking hard I swear I can taste blood. “How did you figure you were going to leave? Did you think you were gonna learn how to ride my hog in five minutes and steal it?”
She pulls a face like that’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard of, scoffing, her eyes shifting over my shoulder before a mischievous smirk pulls at her lips.
“No. I was gonna jump on the back of JD’s bike.”
“Whoa.” JD’s voice comes from behind me as he strolls in, clearly hearing enough to know what’s going on. “I know nothing about this, man.”
Our eyes meet, and he’s holding his hands up like he’s trying to tame a beast. But it’s too fucking late. She just mentioned riding on the back of another man’s bike.
I’m fucking fuming.
Grabbing my wife’s wrist, I yank her to my chest, a little gasp flying past her lips as I lean in close.
“You don’teverget on the back of another man’s ride unless I give youfuckingpermission.”
“Language, Cameron!” Ma yells from the other room, and I clench my fucking jaw, feeling like it’s going to snap in half.
Snatching her wrist back from my tight grip, Abbey rubs at it, her glare zeroed in on me.
“You know when Rhys was talking to me about calling you Daddy, this wasn’t the context I had in mind.”
“The fuck?!” I snap, and she rolls her eyes.
“You’re acting like you’re my dad. Like you have a right to tell me what to do.”
“And you’re acting like a brat!”
The room falls silent as we remain locked in a battle of glares, the tension thick enough to choke on.
A moment later, JD’s voice breaks the silent tension.
“Ahhh, maybe we should go for a walk.” He reaches for Jols, but I shake my head.
“Don’t bother,” I spit, fisting Abbey’s upper arm. “We’ll go for a walk.”
She gasps in disbelief as I start dragging her across the room, trying to tug herself free.
“Let me go!” she snaps. “Just because you’re my husband doesn’t mean you get to manhandle me!”
Ispin on her so suddenly, a whimper escapes her as I seethe in her face. “Doesn’t it?”
Before she can say another fucking word, I bend and hoist her over my shoulder, storming out the back door as she pounds her fists against my back.
