Page 126 of Beautifully Shattered
Pain explodes through my side, the force of the bullet causing me to stumble back against the car. I can barely focus as another loud crack rips through the air, and I stare at the Rebel, now dropping to his knees as blood trickles from his lips, and blooms across his chest.
“That was for shooting my husband!” Abbey snarls, stalking the Rebel and pressing the barrel of her gun to his head. “And this is for being on the wrong team!”
She. Doesn’t. Even. Flinch.
Her finger squeezes the trigger, blood and brain matter spraying from the back of his skull before he topples over.
My little monster.
“Fuck, man. You alright?” JD rushes up to me, barely glancing at the carnage my wife just unleashed. “Where’d you get hit?”
“Fuck,” I growl,batting his fussing hands away. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
Abbey whips around to face us, her big eyes wild with rage.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Her gaze snaps to my left side, where JD has my cut and tee hoisted outta the way to check the damage, and I catch the flicker of fear in her eyes.
“I’m okay, Angel.”
Shoving me to the side, JD checks my back. “Fuck. It went straight through. You’ll be alright. Just gotta pack it until we get you home.”
“You drive, JD. I’ll handle this,” Abbey insists, grabbing his shoulder and tugging him back.
“Yes, ma’am.” JD grins and salutes, and Abbey rolls her eyes at him as he beams.
He’s been too fucking playful lately. This thing between him and Jols is making him soft.
Abbey helps me into the back seat before sliding in next to me, looking calmer than I thought she’d be.
“You’re getting used to this life,” I mutter as JD starts up the Landy and shoves it into drive.
Abbey shrugs, rummaging through the first aid kit. “Surprisingly, despite your caveman ways,” her eyes flick to mine as one corner of her mouth kicks up, “I feel more in control of my life than I ever have.”
Fuck. I love hearing that. Knowing this sheltered sweet girl from the country is comfortably slotting into the wild fuckery of MC life with me has warmth settling in my chest.
It feels like coming home.
“Don’t get too comfortable bossing me around,” I tease, loving the way she rolls her eyes and scoffs, handing me some gauze that I reach around and press to my back.
I always knew there was more than a wounded, fragile woman inside her. I knew there was sass. And I’m fucking glad for the banter we have.
While I do love her submissive side, I definitely prefer that behind closed doors when it’s just the two of us.
I want her to feel in control. Powerful. Like the warrior she is.
“Don’t act like you don’t secretly love it when I do,” she shoots back, shoving my shoulder playfully, and my lips kick up this time. Her gaze tracks the motion before locking with mine. “And do me a favour. Try to avoid getting shot. It’s honestly a pain in the arse.”
JD bursts out laughing, clearly listening in as he drives the Landy to the front of the property where my club has a line of Rebels kneeling on the ground while Murf and Stocky set fire to the building.
As Abbey starts packing gauze into the wound, through JD’s open window I hear Spud demanding information from the few Rebels they spared, and I stare out at the scene, dead Rebels everywhere.
“Is that Moore at the end?” JD asks quietly, and my gaze shifts to the man kneeling farthest away, a snarl twisting his face.
He’s in character right now.
“It is,” I confirm, watching Smitty limp up to the car.
