Page 124 of Beautifully Shattered
My little submissive is still in there.
And then, she ruins my little wet daydream by fucking speaking.
“Yes, Sarg.”
Jesus fucking Christ, the way the corner of her pink lips kick up, her doe eyes peeking up at me through the fan of her dark lashes, paired with those two words, has my cock fucking springing to life like the traitor it is.
“Every day, I like that chick more and more,” JD snickers, ignoring the deadly glare I throw his way.
Shaking off my sassy wife’s words, I refocus on the old bus, my gun raised as I creep closer.
JD flanks me, while our women follow behind, and we only make it a few steps before the back door to the clubhouse bursts open with a bang, and three bodies spill out.
Spinning, we swing our guns towards the movement, my finger about to squeeze the fucking trigger when I realise it’s friend, not fucking foe.
“The fuck, Brody!” JD snarls before I can even open my mouth. “We nearly fucking shot you!”
“Have you found her?” Brody blurts, his eyes darting frantically over our shoulders to the school bus.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap, glaring at Brody, Vender and Mex. “You’re meant to be securing the clubhouse!”
“Is she in there?” Vender demands, stepping forward and ignoring my fucking question.
“Who, Darla?” JD asks, knowing Darla is a crowd favourite.
“Well, yeah. But no,” Mex chimes in. “We mean Nessy. Is she in there?”
Nessy?
The fuck is going on?
“Nessy!” Mex calls, trying to shove past JD, but JD blocks him with a hard shove.
“Why the fuck are we standing around? Nessy needs us!” Vender barks, lunging past me this time, and I fucking let him, confused as fuck as he starts for the bus.
He’s only made it a few steps when the bus doors spring open, and all I see is my Angel with her back to the bus, confusion etched across her pretty face as she watches three of my club brothers storm forward.
She has no clue a fucking Rebel is stepping out of the bus with his gun raised.
I swear my heart fucking stops when that barrel starts to level at her, but then, three loud pops ring out, and Brody, Vender, and Mex drop the Rebel with shots to the chest before he can even blink.
Abbey gasps, spinning to face the threat she didn’t even know was there, and we watch, stunned, as Mex drags the dead Rebel off the steps while Vender charges on board, gun ready for the next motherfucker.
“Good to see your men know how to follow orders.” Riggs chuckles beside me, and fuck, I can’t even be mad right now, because I’m just too fucking confused.
Mythree men disappear on the bus, so JD and I follow, stepping over the dead Rebel discarded on the gravel, climbing the steps to find my three club brothers fawning over Nessy.
“Well, I didn’t see this coming,” JD mutters over my shoulder, and all I can do is grunt, watching Darla roll her eyes.
“Oh sure, don’t worry about me,” she snaps, still sounding strong despite how beat up she is.
Fuck. I don’t want to think about the torture they’ve suffered through.
A rough shove sends me staggering as Jols pushes past with Abbey on her heels. They head straight for Darla, untying her while three grown men act like they’re Nessy’s dad… or big brothers… or… lovers?
No, that can’t be right. Sweet little Nessy looks fucking terrified right now. She’s a meek little thing. The greenest of our Doxies, still learning the ropes. Still getting used to public sex displays and group orgies.
Nessy is trembling so hard I worry she’s about to have a seizure, reminding me of the night I stole my Angel away from her parents.
