Page 42 of Scar

I’m not sure who the guy is more afraid of, her or Ghost. We all sit in silence as we watch the exchange. The Prospect Happ, gives a brief nod and walks towards the door to leave, with Star following close behind him. I look back at Ghost, and his jaw is set tight, his eyes glacial.

“Fuck,” I hear muttered from one of the brothers. Spider, I think. As if knowing what’s coming next, Ghost launches to his feet and storms out of his chair. The sound of chairs scraping back against the floor and booted footsteps echo as all of the brothers follow him out. Scar pauses and places a kiss on my head.

“Back in a second,” he mutters as he follows his brothers.

I sit there a little stunned, my mouth opening and closing, not quite sure what to say. Should we go and make sure Star is okay?

“Go, I will watch the kids. Just make sure he doesn’t kill Happ. He’s close to getting patched in,” Queenie says, sighing.

All the ol’ ladies jump to their feet, but I stay put, not sure if I’m included in this.

Rhea stops beside me. “Come on, Star needs us to have her back.” She smiles.

“Oh,” I say before jumping to my feet. “Is he violent?” I ask, feeling dread pool at the pit of my stomach.

Rhea throws her head back and laughs. Damn, she is so beautiful.

And she’s seen Scar naked,the thought enters my mind. I shake my head to clear the negative thought.

“Oh, Ghost is violent, but not to Star. He would never hurt her, but anyone that touches her or upsets her... Well, then he loses his shit.” Rhea smirks. As we make it outside, everyone is stood around. We squeeze through and see Star sat on the back of Happ’s bike. “Oh, that ain’t good,” Rhea mutters.

“Why?” I ask.

“You never sit on the back of another brother’s bike, unless it’s for a good reason. Right now, I’m surprised Ghost hasn’t beaten his ass,” she states.

“Jesus Christ Happ, you got a fucking death wish?!” Spider yells.

“Pres’ orders are to do whatever his ol’ lady tell us. I’m following his fucking rules!” Happ argues.

“Brother, not when you damn well know he will beat your ass for having his woman on the back of your bike,” Cash adds.

Star just sits there on the back of Happ’s bike with her arms around his waist, glaring at Ghost. All while Ghost is stood there with his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body strung tight. I frown, still a little confused by the whole thing.

“Why don’t you just get off the bike Star, and chew him out like you normally do?” Maggie suggests, trying to calm the situation a little.

“What? Like the good little whore I am?” Star asks with a sarcastic smile.

Ghost’s fists relax immediately at her words, and he places his hands on his hips, sighing. “Shit,” he mutters, as if realising something at hearing his own words coming out of her mouth. “Darlin’, you know I didn’t fucking mean it like that,” he explains. “Let go of Happ and speak to me,” Ghost says calmly, yet his tone still carries a small amount of warning.

Happ reads the warning and kills the engine on his bike. Star exhales a breath and releases her hold on Happ and gets off, standing in front of Ghost with her arms crossed over her chest, still with a seething glare aimed at Ghost.

“You don’t ever call me that,” she seethes.

Ghost takes a step towards her. “Darlin’, I fucked up,” he states.

“I am not a whore,” she replies, and her voice cracks a little.

Suddenly I feel like this is a very personal moment for them and we shouldn’t be watching.

That crack in her voice has Ghost softening in an instant. He reaches out and grabs her, pulling her into his chest.

“Everyone fuck off,” Ghost barks and we all return inside.

Scar drapes his arm over my shoulder as we walk back in. “Do you think she’s okay?” I ask him.

“She will be fine. Star has some triggers is all. Although I haven’t seen her react like that before,” he mutters.

As if nothing had happened, we all sit down and begin eating breakfast again. Well, all except Star and Ghost. Everyone is laughing and talking like nothing has happened, and I find myself playing with Star’s and Ghost’s little boy, Enzo. He is adorable with dark hair and ice blue eyes. His chubby cheeks are currently covered in mushed up strawberries. I push his motorbike toy along the table, making sounds as he giggles and claps his little hands. It then occurs to me that this is the first time I’ve ever interacted with a baby before. Of course, I’ve seen babies and children, seen them play and watch TV shows and movies, but no one I know, or rather those I was allowed to know, ever had kids. So I was never around them.

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