Page 33 of Scar

I feel my brothers’eyes on me as soon as they hear the tension in my voice. Ghost stands in front of me, and as I look at him, I need him to finally get how important it is that she gets out of that house.

“We need to bring our plans forward,” I state.

“How forward?” he counters.

“Now,” I reply while listening to Elsie break down on the other end of the phone. Killing a person is never easy, but killing you own mother... Now that shit fucks with your head, no matter how much of a bitch she may have been. Elsie ain’t no killer. Hell, she doesn’t have a bad bone in her fucking body. “Shh, Angel. I need you to calm down. Take a slow breath. Breathe,” I say, trying my best to soothe her. I look back up at Ghost and raise a brow, waiting for his response. He sighs and gives me a tight nod before turning around and yelling at everyone to load up. “Listen, just keep calm. We are on our way. I promise we will get you out of there,” I tell her.

She sniffs. “You’re coming?” she asks in disbelief.

“Of course I’m fucking coming. I’m not about to leave you,” I state. “Whenever you need me, I will always come and get you,” I remind her.

“I, I didn’t think you’d actually do it. I thought you were just saying something nice,” she answers softly.

Moving quickly, I jump into the back of the van, thankfully already loaded to go. “Listen, I am going to go now. The next time you hear my voice will be when I have you safe in my fucking arms,” I tell her before disconnecting.

“So, are you excited for your first date?” Hawk jokes next to me.

I throw my fist out, punching him in the side of the arm. “Fucking moron,” I mutter.

“Ow, jeez. I was just trying to lighten up the situation. Chill brother, she is good. We are going to get her out, grab ol’ daddy fuck face and that bellend Layton, and then we get to play and torture the shit out of them. I mean, who knew that Christmas would come fucking early this year?” Hawk claps happily.

“Is he going to be like this all the way, or can I switch seats?” Beast groans.

Hawk rubs his palm over his chest like he’s wounded. “Brother, I thought you loved me.” He pretends to whimper at Beast.

“Jesus Christ, what is the matter with you?” Ghost says as he turns around from the front passenger seat.

Hawk shrugs, smiling. “I don’t know. It kind of feels like it’s been a while just us guys, you know? I mean sure, the last time we went in to rescue one of our women Rage nearly died, but man, I miss those days,” he sighs.

“The last time we went to rescue an ol’ lady was Nova, dumbass,” Spider grunts from the driver’s seat.

“Well, I mean, technically we had to help Rhea too,” Cash adds.

Acid lets out a low growl. “Let’s not fucking go there.”

“From an outsider’s perspective, and it’s just my opinion, but your ol’ ladies sure bring a lot of shit to the club. Not that I’mcomplaining. I’m just making an observation,” Happ points out from the back of the truck.

We all turn to look at him and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“No one asked for your fucking opinion. You want to get patched in, you need to keep your observations to a minimum and your mouth fucking shut,” Ghost growls.

“Noted,” Happ says with a nod.

“Shit, are we talking about patching in Happ?” Beast asks. “Has it been that long?”

“Been prospecting for 18 months,” Happ answers.

“Well, fuck me,” Beast mutters. “When are we going to decide this?”

Ghost sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “We will talk about it at fucking church, not in the fucking van when we are on our way to rescue Scar’s ol’ lady and kidnap the guy that has tortured two of our brothers,” he seethes.

“She ain’t my ol’ lady,” I add.

My brothers all give each other a side glance before bursting out laughing. “We ain’t just rescuing some pussy, brother. You like her, and that will lead to more, especially if it takes you a fucking age to realise it, then you’ll declare her as yours. We are just stating the obvious to speed up the fucking process. We can’t be assed to wait around for your thick ass brain to catch up,” Acid snorts.

I glare at him but don’t comment. He’s sort of right. For months I got to know her; her kindness, her smile with that little dimple that deepens when she laughs, the way her eyes expose her every emotion, even when she’s trying to hide it, the way her soft curves felt against my body, the hips I just wanted to grab a hold of while I bury my dick deep inside her.

Fuck. I cast a side glance to Acid who is watching me with a knowing grin on his face. He just nods. I take the high groundand flip him off. He just laughs and continues to check over the explosive device he’s made for today. Crazy fucker should be on the most wanted list with the number of explosives he’s made since he became a club member.

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