Page 14 of Judgment Day

His peripheral picked up on a movement to his right. He looked in that direction. Garrett came striding past, staring down at an I-pad, with a half-eaten bagel in his hand.

“I’m telling Novak,” Garrett muttered as he passed them, eyes never straying from his device.

“Snitches get stitches,” Scar called over his shoulder.

“Says the man with the stitches,” Garrett called back. “Meeting starts now. We’re talking to Vlad virtually. He’s on a tight schedule. Kiss or whatever you plan to do, then come on.”

Scar faced Exa again as Garrett continued on.

She pushed at his chest. “Put me down before someone else sees us,” she hissed.

“Not until you take back what you said.”

“Stop being childish, Scar.”

Hewasbeing childish. With her, he found himself doing that often. Around her, he found himself behaving in ways that were foreign to him. Was he changing? Or was he reverting to who he used to be before all the violence and hatred took over his world?

“I love being immature with you,” Scar told her, shifting into serious mode.

“I love your immature side, Mr. Mojo Always On Point,” Exa told him.

“Scar! Exa!” Novak shouted.

Busted. Scar hurriedly set Exa on her feet. A muffin fell out of her hand. They both faced Novak. The old man was shaking his head at them. Exa pushed Scar forward and stepped behind him.

“It’s his fault,” Exa snitched. “I was just trying to eat my muffins. That’s all, Dr. Novak.”

“And I was trying...” Scar started.

“To eat her,” Novak finished for him. “That much was obvious.”

“Oh my gosh!” Exa muttered, lowering her head, embarrassed.

“We’ll discuss this after the meeting,” Novak told them. “Let’s go. You two first.”

Scar reached for Exa. She shrugged away from him.

“See, Doctor. He keeps trying to touch me,” she yelled, walking faster to avoid Scar.

“Stop touching her, Scar!” Novak ordered.

Gritting his teeth, he watched Exa rush into the meeting room. She glanced over her shoulder at him and winked before disappearing into the room.This motherfucker. Stitches or no stitches, he was going to make her pay when they returned to their bedroom. For now, he’d let her make it. Novak placed his hand on Scar’s shoulder.

“You can touch her after you heal,” Novak assured him. “After you’re better, you can eat her in every room of this house if you want.”

“Please, stop,” Scar told him.

“In fact,” Novak continued. “If you resist until then, it’ll make the pleasure better.”

“Don’t do this,” Scar pleaded.

“It’ll heighten the pleasure,” Novak continued. “So, when you finally enter her after months of celibacy...”

“I’m gone.” Scar rushed into the room to avoid Novak’s sex talk.

He’d rather attend a thousand meetings than listen to that.

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