Page 46 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)

“No! Not a brilliant idea, you dick.” I shoulder past my mate. “You’re talking about my wife shooting our club brothers. What do you think is gonna happen then?”

JD’s face falls as it sinks in. “Smitty calls for her head.”

“Exactly,” I mutter, going down the steps after my wife. “You shoot a club brother, and there’s a new target on your back, Angel.”

“Just add it to the others,” she snaps, crossing the yard to the barn where Riggs is chatting with a few of his team.

“I’m not gonna stand by and let you do that,” I growl, and before I know what’s happening, Abbey skids to a stop and whirls on me, rage twisting her face.

“And I’m not gonna sit back and let a father abuse his role!

” she yells so loud that silence falls over the yard.

“It’s a form of abuse, Ringo! He’s abusing his power and holding her against her will because he knows she’s sleeping with JD!

And before you remind me your club has their own set of rules, let’s get one thing clear.

” She slaps her hands to my chest, fisting each side of my cut and she stretches closer, getting right in my face.

“No man or woman, king or queen, prime minister or president ever has the right to control someone like that. Our bodies, our hearts, our souls are not available for other people to dictate what happens to them. And the longer you stand back and look the other way while your President , or any of your men do that, the less respect I have for you!”

She shoves me back, and air gets trapped in my lungs. Not because of her shove, but because of her words and how fucking true they are.

“Angel, I—”

“You should find a new name for me,” she practically seethes, “I’m no angel anymore.”

Spinning on her heel, she storms away, heading straight to Riggs, who nods as she says something, and a moment later he follows her into the makeshift fighting ring they’ve been using to keep up with their training.

“You okay, man?” JD asks quietly, coming to stand beside me.

“I don’t think so,” I admit, feeling every bit of guilt I should, because fuck, what sort of delusional world have I been living in?

I’ve been blinded by my lifestyle of killing and living on our own terms, and although the Southern Sadists have some fucking morals, we are far from perfect. Fuck, even the fact I held Abbey against her will is wrong, despite me meaning well.

But more than all of that, the fact she’s losing respect for me… fuck. I don’t even want to begin to unpack that.

But I should.

I fucking should.

“She’s starting to hate me,” I mutter to JD, watching as Riggs shows her a defensive move they were working on yesterday .

“She’ll never hate you, man. She’s just angry at the world. You know what that’s like.”

Yeah, I fucking do, which is how I know I need to be a better man.

“I don’t want her to look at me like that ever again.” I swallow thickly and glance at my best mate.

“Does that mean we’re attending church in person on the weekend?”

Fuck .

I rake my hand through my hair and nod. “We are. But she’s not gonna be the one to get Jols free. You are.”

His brows shoot up. “You want me to break her out? I’ll get shot on the spot.”

I shake my head. “No, man. It’s about time you and Smitty have a chat.”

His face falls. “Again… I’ll get shot on the spot.”

“Looks like you’re getting shot either way then, because Abbey is right.

Smitty shouldn’t be doing that. But what she’s wrong about is thinking it’s up to her to fix it.

It’s not up to her, it’s up to you .” I clap him on the shoulder.

“So figure out what you are gonna say to lessen the blow. It’s time for you to man up. ”

I leave JD looking stunned in the middle of the yard and head over to where my wife is sparring with another man. Not that I have a problem with Riggs teaching her. He’s a good man despite who his boss is, but right now, I want my wife’s attention. I don’t want it on another man.

Riggs notices me approaching and steps away, like he already knows I want this time with my wife.

When her eyes fall on me, there’s no hate, but I also don’t feel any love right now, either.

“Let’s spar, little demon.”

Her brows shoot up. “Little demon?”

I nod. “You said you’re no angel. So I guess you’re a demon then.”

She smirks. “Sounds legit.”

I huff a laugh, pulling on some MMA gloves to match the pair she’s wearing, silently hoping my wound is okay. I guess I’ll just have to worry about that later.

Once I’m done, we circle each other a few times, eyes locked, yet neither of us makes the first move.

Typically, the few times we’ve sparred over the last few weeks, it’s turned into us needing to hurry behind closed doors.

This time, however, I’m not sure what will happen given the way she looked at me before.

Fuck. I can’t get that image out of my head.

“You gonna start?” she asks, her hands held up ready.

I shake my head. “You looked like you wanted to punch me before. Here’s your chance.”

Her shoulders drop, and her hands fall to her sides.

“I didn’t want to punch you.”

“You sure? Your words sure packed a punch.”

Guilt flashes across her face. “That… what I said… the respect part. I didn’t mean it.”

Shaking my head, I reach out and lift her hands back in place, needing her to spar with me.

“Yeah, you did. Don’t apologise for speaking the truth, Ang—little demon.” I correct, and the corner of her mouth quirks up .

“You make me sound like I’m going to sprout horns.”

“I think you already have.” I tap my gloves to hers, and this time, she starts moving and we circle each other again. “Now, before you ask or yell at me again, I can confirm that we’ll go to the compound for church on the weekend, but you will not be breaking Jols out.”

She opens her mouth to argue, so I swing at her, and she dodges at the last second.

“JD is responsible for sorting that shit out with Smitty. Not you,” I rush out, blocking her swing with my arm.

“So what? JD’s gonna kidnap her?” she asks, lunging for me and nearly falling when I slip out of the way, gritting my teeth as my side burns from the sudden movement.

Ignoring any pain I feel, I seize my moment, crashing into her and sending us down to the ground, pinning her in place with her face pressed to the grass.

“JD is going to talk with Smitty.” I breathe against her ear, feeling my cock leap to life at the way it’s pressed into her arse, the pain in my side forgotten. “And if that doesn’t work, JD will either be dead or running for his life, at which point he’ll probably drag Jols with him.”

Abbey giggles. “That’s your plan?”

“That’s my plan.” I press my lips to her cheek, and she relaxes under me, not even trying to get me off her.

“What are the chances of you sending the men away so we can have some privacy?” she whimpers, pressing her arse back onto my hard length, and I groan.

“You’re killing me, Angel.”

“I thought I was your demon.”

“No,” I nip at her ear. “No matter what you say, or how demonic you act, you’ll always be my Angel.”

A loud whistle has my ears pricking before I hear Riggs call to his men.

“Mikey, pull the van up here. Everyone else, inside for a briefing.”

I fucking grin.

Riggs, my man. I’ll have to thank him later.

“What’s happening?” Abbey asks as I roll my hips, getting a better feel of her arse against my cock.

“Riggs is giving us some privacy.”

The sound of the van pulling up draws our attention as it parks and blocks the view of the house, which means I can’t scare my ma when I make my wife come.

I can feel Abbey’s breathing deepening as we watch Mikey’s feet get out of the van and hurry into the barn, and the moment I hear the door shut, I lean over awkwardly, giving my Angel a heated kiss.

“Cam,” she breathes as our lips clash in a messy, frantic attempt, my hands roaming down her sides.

“Lift up so I can get to you,” I mutter, breaking the kiss as she lifts her hips as much as she can with me on top of her, and I slip my hand down the front of her gym pants and into her panties. “Fuuuck, Angel. You’re so slick for me.”

I know she still has a bit of spotting, but I can tell the difference between that sort of wetness and the one her body produces when she’s turned on.

“Just take them off and fuck me here in the grass,” she begs, thrusting against my hand, my palm pressing into her mound as my fingers tease her entrance .

“You’re not having my cock yet,” I growl, thrusting against her from behind, wishing like fuck we were both naked and I could give her what she wants.

Only a couple more weeks.

“Just fuck my hand the way you want,” I rasp, getting fucking carried away. “I wanna feel you drench it.”

She grinds so hard onto my hand that my fingers nearly slip inside her, my lips pressing to her ear as I fucking pant like a dog in heat.

“Please. Cam. Please put them in,” she begs, and fuuuck, I can hardly hold back.

Would half a finger be bad? How about two fingers just inside so I can get to her G-spot and give her the relief she needs?

Fuck, she grinds on my hand over and over, panting with need, my fingers slick with her juices. I know they would slide inside her so easily.

“Please. I’ll do anything,” she begs, her restraint gone as she grinds my hand into the fucking earth.

There’s a big chance she’s gonna break my fingers soon. Not that I’d care. I’d happily tell people how I broke them, but…

Fuuuuck.

Reaching back, her hand digs into my hip, pulling me to her like she can’t get enough, and fuck, I guess she can’t.

This was always going to be a quickie. A wham-bam-there’s-your-orgasm kind of thing, but I want to give her at least something she needs.

“Two fingers. Okay? And if it hurts, you fucking shout red, you hear me?”

“Yes. Yes. Please. Yes.” Her desperation grows as she shifts her legs wide, giving me better access .

The moment I slowly ease them inside her is the moment she cries out, spasming around my fingers as she comes hard.

I don’t even get a chance to press against her G-spot before I feel her climax rip through her, but I milk it longer by massaging it, feeling it for the first time in fucking weeks.

And as a second orgasm piggybacks her first, I join her, my nuts going tight before I cum in my fucking pants right there in the grass beside the fucking barn.