Page 119 of Beautifully Shattered
“See you in Hell, Uncle.”
Then she tosses the match inside.
Knowing what’s about to happen, I hook my arm around her waist and yank her back with me just as the hallway goes up in a whoosh of flames. A second later, Karl’s blood-curdling screams echo from the house.
“I heard once that burning to death is the most painful way to die,” Abbey mutters as I set her down, her big doe eyes meeting mine.
“I’ve heard that too.”
She nods and starts walking. “Good.”
As we reach the end of the path, the neighbours come bursting out of their house, eyes wide as they spot the smoke billowing up. I’m fucking shocked they didn’t hear the gunshots.
“Oh my goodness!” the woman shrieks, and the man beside her fumbles with his phone.
“Hurry to the car, Angel.” I pat her leather-clad arse, and she throws a glance over her shoulder at me before hurrying forward.
Drawing my gun, I focus on the neighbours.
“Get the fuck back inside! You didn’t see anything! Mind your own fucking business!”
They gasp as I aim the gun at them, squeals flying from the woman as they both duck, like that will save them, scrambling back inside and slamming the door shut behind them.
23
“Stop looking at me like that.” I scowl at my husband, catching the worry in his eyes.
“What do I have to do for you to agree to stay here and wait? I’ll do anything.”
I shake my head firmly. “We’re not having this conversation again, Cam. I’m coming with you, and so is Jols. That’s all there is to it.”
Twelve days ago, on the day I buried my little girl, Smitty told me our state would be going into another snap lockdown. I’d thought he was batshit crazy at the time, even when Ringo backed him up, so when it was announced a few days ago that yes, Victoria was going to be locked down once again, I realised I shouldn’t underestimate the President of the Southern Sadists MC.
Hemight act like a nutcase sometimes, but he clearly has connections I never thought possible.
Right now, I don’t give a damn about what’s going on with the government or even the rest of the world. All I care about is vengeance, and saving Darla and Nessy. And right now, that’s exactly what we are about to do.
Ringo’s eyes darken and his jaw ticks as he stares at me. We’ve been stuck in this push and pull since the start of the week. Since I had a hand in killing my dad, even though it was his finger that pulled the trigger. And also, since the day I burned Karl Stone, my uncle, alive.
I am not myself. Or more like, I am something else entirely now, and maybe that’s just who Abbey will be moving forward.
“I could chain you to the bed.”
A rush of warmth shoots between my legs at the promise in his tone, and I want to call him out on using the one thing that seems to work to bend me to his will since everything that happened on Monday. But, as usual, I don’t mention that I know exactly what he’s doing to manipulate me, because deep down, all I want is to give him what he wants.
My submission.
“You could try.” I shrug. “You might get hurt in the process, though.”
That has his lips kicking up in a dark smile.
“Come on, Angel. I’m just trying to keep you safe. Leave this battle to me and my club.”
My brows quirk at that.
“You told Smitty I was part of your club last week.”
“You know what I mean, Angel,” he snaps, his patience thinning. “What about sexual favours? I’ll do anything you want if you agree to stay here.”
