Page 95 of Beautifully Shattered
When Dee glances back at him, they share a knowing smile, and I can see now, when she does speak, she saves her voice just for him.
The fact she just shared it with me means more than I can put into words.
More than she’ll ever know.
When Ringo ducks inside to grab something, Helina and Casey steal a few minutes with me, sharing hugs and kind words.
I know it must be hard for them. Two of their own were taken the night of the ambush, yet they are still here in support, reminding me that I’m a part of their world now too.
When Smitty ambles over, the Doxies excuse themselves, leaving me to stand awkwardly with the club’s leader.
“I… ahhhh…” He grabs the back of his neck, giving it a massage as he struggles to find the right words.
“You don’t need to say anything,” I offer him an out, but he doesn’t take it.
“I feel like I should do something, or—”
“You know what you can do?” I cut him off, and his dark brows shoot up, not expecting the meek little mouse he likes to call Charity to be so rude.
“What?” he asks, looking more intrigued than annoyed.
“You can find Nessy and Darla. Have you even sent teams out looking for them?”
This time, his face hardens, and his eyes narrow into a glare.
“Of course I’ve had teams looking for them. You might wanna check yourself, girl.”
I scoff. “Or what? You gonna slap me around? Kill me? News flash, Smitty. I don’t have anything to lose, so do your worst.”
A slow, sinister smirk stretches his lips. “You’re wrong. You do have something to lose.” His gaze shifts, and I follow it to see Ringo strolling back down the hill towards us. “You have him.”
“Are you threatening my husband?” I snap, about ready to leap on him and start scrapping, but his chuckle pulls me up short.
“I know you’re angry, darlin’. Just make sure you keep it aimed at the right people,” he sighs as Ringo gets caught in a conversation with Murf and Stocky. “I don’t normally discuss club business with the Doxies, old ladiesorwives, but since you did us all a favour by killing Wendy, I guess it can’t hurt to let you in on a little secret.”
Smitty glances over his shoulder, checking if anyone is close enough to hear, and when he seems satisfied that there are no ears flapping nearby, he leans so close I can smell the beer on his breath.
“We’ve got a man on the inside. He’s posing as a Rebel. We know exactly where they are currently hiding out with Nessy and Darla.”
I jerk back, seeing Ringo notice in my periphery before he starts storming our way.
“Then why haven’t you gone and saved them?” I hiss, my nostrils flaring in disbelief.
“It’s not that simple. We need to wait for the perfect time.”
“What’s going on?” Ringo’s deep voice cuts through the air, but I ignore him, my focus on his President.
“When the hell is the perfect time? When they’ve raped them so many times that they bleed for days? When they’ve tortured them until they confess things that aren’t even real just to make it stop?”
“Who are we talking about right now?” Ringo snaps, but again, we both ignore him, our focus on each other.
“Twelve days,” Smitty snaps, and my brows shoot up.
“Twelve days? What, you have it pencilled in your calendar because that’s a good day for you?” I seethe, and he grits his teeth, his furious glare darting to Ringo.
“She needs a leash.”
Ringo scoffs. “Just try to muzzle her and see what happens.”
