Page 3 of Beautifully Reckless
“Out the back door,” Shandi snaps, taking charge, and I don’t hesitate.
I run.
The club is a maze, but I know my way through the old building, and I hope like hell my knowledge of it has me at an advantage.
I shuck on the backpack as I run, white knuckling the straps as I hurry down some stairs before bursting into the kitchen. A bowl of wedges flies from Chef Bow’s hands as we collide raining potatoes on us both and I cry out an apology while ignoring Bow’s curses.
“Sorry!” I leap over the carnage, almost stumbling when a deep bellow echoes from the passage I just escaped from.
“Stop!”
A ripple of fear zaps down my spine, but I don’t stop. I keep running.
Risking a glance over my shoulder, I find Daniel bursting into the kitchen, his eyes locking onto me before he slips on the wedges still strewn across the floor.
An “umph” flies from him as he crashes to the tiles, and a satisfied smirk tugs at my lips momentarily.
Bow blocks Daniel’s path as he staggers to his feet. “You can’t be in here!” Bow snarls, waving his butcher knife at Daniel.
“Get the fuck out of my way, you crazy fucker!” Daniel yells, and as much as I don’t want Bow to get hurt, I can’t stick around to find out. I have my baby to think of.
Shoving through another door, I rush out into yet another passage that forks off into different directions.
One leads back around to the front part of the club. It’s a passage the security guys use. And the other leads to the laneway behind the club.
Taking the one that leads to the back laneway, I hurry down a short flight of stairs and then back up another before rushing out into the last passage that leads to the back door.
I’m so close. It’s right there, my eyes zeroing in on the old rusty door as I run, but before I make it two steps, a hard body crashes into me from behind.
“You fucking whore. Did you really think you could run from us?!”
My heart stops as the familiar voice registers.
Donny Allen. Daniel’s mate and probably one of the cruellest people I have ever met.
We stumble into the wall, and I turn my body as much as I can to protect the swell of my stomach, the movement dislodging the arsehole trying to tackle me.
He trips and falls to his knees, giving me just enough time to shake him off, and I turn to face him.
I’m struck frozen for a beat as I stare at Donny, only now noticing how much he looks like his uncle, the police officer that threatened to harm my sisters last year when I tried to report what Daniel and his friends had done to me.
Donny and his uncle have the same round face. The same dark eyes with lashes too light compared to their dark brows. Even their sneers are the same.
His eyes glint. “What did you think would happen when we found out you were up the duff with my kid?”
My stomach lurches. “It’s not yours.”
He sneers. “Could be. It could be any of ours. But we both know whose dick was inside you the most.”
His sinister eyes fall to my stomach as he points, but I shake my head, not wanting him to ever think he has a claim on me or my child.
I know it could be his. But who the sperm donor was doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that those monsters never get their hands on my little boy or girl.
“You assume I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else,” I mutter, wanting him to think the baby isn’t his or any of theirs. “Newsflash, arsehole. This baby was made with love, and the father is a real man that doesn’t have to force himself onto women!”
By the time I finish, I’m screaming, my emotions getting the better of me, but the slight moment of uncertainty flickering across Donny’s face is totally worth it.
“Nice try, slut,” he scoffs, smirking at me like the cat that got the cream. “We both know you didn’t have anyone else fucking your muckhole, so yeah, that baby is likely mine, and once it’s born, I’ll take it and throw you back to Daniel so he can do with you as he pleases.”
