Page 152 of Beautifully Shattered
Chuckling, he shakes his head at me before stopping, his eyes turning serious.
“What?” I ask, confused, as he leans in closer.
“You know that information we were waiting on about your sister?” he asks quietly, and I nod quickly. “Well, I need you to stay calm. Just stay here with me, but turn around.”
My mouth drops open as my heart thrashes wildly in my chest, and I slowly turn around.
My frantic eyes scan past the people walking out of the aisle we’re standing in front of, right down to the other end where I see… three familiar faces.
Oh. My. God.
“Tahli,” I whisper, feeling Ringo’s arm slip around me from behind, his grip firm, keeping me in place.
“Surprise, Angel.” His mask-covered lips brush my ear. “Now we have to be smart about this. I’ve got men outside the store, and some inside, but we want to try and avoid a scene.”
I nod, knowing he’s right, even though every fibre of me is screaming to run to Tahli and snatch her up right now.
“You got her?” Jols’ voice breaks through the chaos in my head to find her approaching with JD.
“You knew about this?” I snap, and she shrugs.
“We all did.”
I spin to face Ringo, glaring at him as he tries to explain.
“I just didn’t want to tell you until I knew it would happen. I didn’t want to disappoint you if it fell through.”
Gritting my teeth, I jab a finger into his chest. “You’re not getting a handy off me tonight.”
JD barks out a laugh as Jols giggles, but Ringo shrugs.
“If all goes well, Angel, you’ll have your sister to entertain. I doubt your hand will be anywhere near my cock for a while.”
“Huh.” I nod. “You have a point.”
“They’re about to turn and take the next aisle,” Jols points out, and I glance over my shoulder to see both of my sisters, and my mum, round the corner.
“We’ll take this one.” Ringo gestures to the aisle my family just left. “You two take the one they’re in.”
I pout, wishing I could be the one to go downthataisle.
Jols and JD move to do as ordered, and Ringo leads me into our aisle, where I rush ahead, trying to see through to the other side.
“Angel,”Ringo whisper-yells, but I ignore him, peeking through the shelving until I finally spot them on the other side, and my heart sinks.
Tahli looks… awful.
She’s pale, with dark circles under her eyes, yet Maggie looks perfectly fine.
Tahli walks with her head down, eyes trained on her feet as Maggie and Mum chat about the shopping list.
“Oh, Tahli. Grab one of those pasta sauce jars your grandfather likes. You’re going to cook for him again tonight.”
She’s going to what?
My sisters obviously know Minister Banes is their grandfather now, but why the hell is Mum making Tahli cook for him?
My stomach rolls at the possibilities.
