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He sighs. “Layton got word of something, and we need to move our asset. We will be there within the hour.”

“Okay Daddy, I will make sure there are food and refreshments ready for your return,” I assure him, like the good obedient daughter I am.

“Good girl,” he praises. I know he has me on speaker, just another show for anyone that is listening.

“Goodbye Daddy, drive safe,” I say before disconnecting. Gazing at Scar, I knew that we were now out of time. “I need to clear up and then you need to knock me the fuck out,” I demand.

CHAPTER EIGHT

SCAR

As Elsie ran around clearingup the food, she quickly shoved a waffle and some bacon in my hand, along with a glass of orange juice and ordered me to eat and drink up, ranting that if I was to run from her, I would need my strength. I wanted to protest and tell her I already felt a million times better, but by her face she was in no mood for my arguments. I didn’t like it, or the unknown of what she would be facing once I was gone. What the fuck could she do that would cause such a distraction that her father would ease off from hunting me or my club down? It was a question I couldn’t erase from my mind. That, and was Ghost and the club on their way to get me? Her father had mentioned about moving their asset. I wasn’t stupid. That asset was me.

“Put these on,” she orders, shoving a pile of clothes in my hand as she rushes around, erasing any trace of me being in her room. She grabs the tray and turns to face me. “Get dressed, then come downstairs. I have a bag to give you,” she orders before swiftly leaving the room.

After quickly getting changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a black hoodie, I put on the pair of trainers she gave me, wincing when they pinched my toes. They had to be 2 sizes too small, but they would have to do until I made it back. I spot anotepad and pen on her dresser and move quickly, writing her a note.

My Angel,

Thank you will never be enough. XX

That was all I wrote. I didn’t have the words to say how I felt, and I didn’t have the time either. After placing the note inside her pillowcase so she would feel it when she went to bed tonight, I quickly walked downstairs. As I entered the kitchen, I saw she had got out the mixing bowl and laid out my remaining uneaten breakfast. She was making it look like she was cooking it for them. As she looks up, she grabs a bag off the side and hands it to me.

“There’s some food in there and a burner phone. I stored Ghost’s number in it. When you get around 10 miles from here, call him. Stay hidden through the trees, because my father will send his men looking. As soon as you open that front door, the alarm system will alert him. You leave out the front, pull your hood up, and keep your face hidden so he can see you on the cameras. When you make it into the woods, change your clothes. They are in the bag. Then move as fast as you can, but don’t push your body too hard. I don’t want you collapsing or all of this will be for nothing,” she asserts.

Before she can utter another word, I pull her into my arms and hold her tight. “You need me, you call Ghost,” I tell her, knowing she will still have his number stored on her cell. She nods against my chest, and I place a kiss on top of her head before stepping back.

“Ready?” I ask, feeling dread pooling in my gut.

She swipes away a tear from her cheek, smiles and nods.

As I follow her back down to the basement, I’m fighting every fibre of my being. She stops in the doorway and hands me a brick. I look at it and then to her.

“I will turn away. Just hit me over the back of the head with it,” she orders, like she’s just asked me to do the dishes.

“Fuck, what if this causes you serious damage, darlin’?” I ask, dread filling my stomach.

“It won’t. I trust you,” she answers. “And don’t worry, I cleared the basement of any sign of the things I gave you,” she assures me. I pause, looking down at the brick. “Do it. We don’t have much time,” she orders, turning her back on me.

I lift my arm up, holding the brick aloft her head and squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m so sorry for this, Angel,” I grit through my teeth and slam the brick down. My heart lurches as it connects with her head. Hearing her body crumble to the floor, I drop the brick as horror and guilt swims through me. Bending down, I sweep her hair back from her face and check her pulse. It’s strong and steady. I want to stay with her, make sure she’s okay, but I know I can’t, because I know that if I did, when she came around it would all be for nothing. “Thank you for everything,” I whisper before bending down and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

I quickly turn and leave, making my way out the house, doing exactly as she says. The alarm rings out loud, echoing for miles. I move quickly through the thick trees, constantly looking over my shoulder, making sure they aren’t back and that I am not being followed. Once I think I’m far enough away, I open the backpack and pull out the change of clothes; a pair of jeans and a grey hoodie this time. Quickly changing, I shove the other clothes back into the backpack. I pause, smiling when I see a wrapped sandwich with a note attached.

Eat me, I’m delicious!

I place it back in the backpack and continue on my way, wanting to get further away until I stop.

I’m notsure how long I’ve been walking, or for how long. My feet are in agony and my body is tired when I find a large tree. As I sit and lean against the trunk, I open the backpack and start eating the sandwich. I pull out a bottle of isotonic sports drink she packed and drink half of it in one go. As I pull out the cell, I figure that now is as good a time as any to ring Ghost. After I hit call, he answers in 3 rings.

“Who is this?” he answers bluntly.

“That ain’t no way to greet a brother,” I mutter.

“Scar?” he asks in disbelief.

“The one and fucking only,” I answer back.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

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