Page 138 of Beautifully Shattered
“And what will you and Jols do while we’re in church?”
She shrugs innocently, dropping her hands to her sides. “Braid each other’s hair.”
I roll my eyes. “You can’t kidnap her from Smitty.”
Her lips kick up. “Can’t I?”
“Angel.”
“Cameron,” she challenges, using only my first name.
“I think Abbey’s idea is perfect.” JD claps and rubs his hands together.
Sighing, I tip my head back, my eyes tracing the cobwebs on the porch ceiling.
Shit. I need to clean those away for Ma.
“Thanks, Jimmy. I think it’s perfect too.” Abbey giggles.
“It’s flawed as fuck, Angel. How do you think you’re gonna get her outta there? I guarantee the gate guards have been warned not to let her leave.”
Shrugging, Abbey moves down the steps and calls over her shoulder, “If they don’t let us pass, I’ll just shoot them.”
“Yes. Brilliant idea!” JD claps his hands again.
“No! Not a brilliant idea, you dick.” I shoulder past my mate. “You’re talking about my wife shooting our club brothers. What do you think is gonna happen then?”
JD’s face falls as it sinks in. “Smitty calls for her head.”
“Exactly,” I mutter, going down the steps after my wife. “You shoot a club brother, and there’s a new target on your back, Angel.”
“Just add it to the others,” she snaps, crossing the yard to the barn where Riggs is chatting with a few of his team.
“I’m not gonna stand by and let you do that,” I growl, and before I know what’s happening, Abbey skids to a stop and whirls on me, rage twisting her face.
“And I’m not gonna sit back and let a father abuse his role!” she yells so loud that silence falls over the yard. “It’s a form of abuse, Ringo! He’s abusing his power and holding her against her will because he knows she’s sleeping with JD! And before you remind me your club has their own set of rules, let’s get one thing clear.” She slaps her hands to my chest, fisting each side of my cut and she stretches closer, getting right in my face. “No man or woman, king or queen, prime minister or presidenteverhas the right to control someone like that. Our bodies, our hearts, our souls are not available for other people to dictate what happens to them. And the longer you stand back and look the other way while yourPresident, oranyof your men do that, the less respect I have for you!”
She shoves me back, and air gets trapped in my lungs. Not because of her shove, but because of herwordsand how fucking true they are.
“Angel, I—”
“You should find a new name for me,” she practically seethes, “I’m no angel anymore.”
Spinning on her heel, she storms away, heading straight to Riggs, who nods as she says something, and a moment later he follows her into the makeshift fighting ring they’ve been using to keep up with their training.
“You okay, man?” JD asks quietly, coming to stand beside me.
“I don’t think so,” I admit, feeling every bit of guilt I should, because fuck, what sort of delusional world have I been living in?
I’ve been blinded by my lifestyle of killing and living on our own terms, and although the Southern Sadists have some fucking morals, we are far from perfect. Fuck, even the fact I held Abbey against her will is wrong, despite me meaning well.
But more than all of that, the fact she’s losing respect for me… fuck. I don’t even want to begin to unpack that.
But I should.
I fucking should.
“She’s starting to hate me,” I mutter to JD, watching as Riggs shows her a defensive move they were working on yesterday.
