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I refuse by keeping my eyes on the ceiling. Suddenly the palm of his hand slaps across my cheek, whipping my head to the side. I gasp and look at him. He grabs my face roughly in his hand, forcing me to keep my gaze on him.

“I said, fucking look at me!” he seethes, still pumping himself in and out of my body. I grit my teeth, refusing to cry, refusing to show any weakness. “That’s better. You are mine now, you fucking whore. You are fucking mine to do what I want, whenever I fucking want,” he pants.

I don’t respond. Instead, I just stare at him, pure hatred pouring from my every fibre. He laughs, then lets out a deep groan as he thrusts himself harder and harder into me. I want him to cum, for this to be over. As I clamp my walls purposefully around him, he lets out a deep growl before removing himself.He leans over me and glides his hand up and down his shaft before he climaxes all over my face. I blink and grit my teeth, watching as his chest heaves.

“I have so many plans for us, my fucking whore.” He smirks before spitting in my face. I blanche but keep my face expressionless. “Clean yourself up, then get your fucking ass downstairs,” he orders before doing his jeans up.

I lay there unmoving until I hear the door close behind him, and only then do I allow myself to break.

CHAPTER TEN

SCAR

“Jesus Christ,I couldn’t eat another fucking bite,” I groan as I pat my full belly. Since I’ve been back, Queenie has done nothing but cook and try and feed me what feels like every five minutes.

“I’m just happy to have you home, and I want you back up to normal strength,” Queenie sighs, squeezing my shoulder.

Ghost had kept most of the club away for a couple of days. He’d said that after seeing the state of me, I needed to rest and fucking eat. One hug from Beast and he would snap me in two. I didn’t protest. I just wanted to sleep.

“How you feeling, tough guy?” Star asks as she pulls the chair out beside me and takes a seat.

I turn my gaze to her and give her a soft smile. “I’m good, now that I’m home, darlin’,” I tell her.

She gives me a small timid smile before placing her hand on mine. “You know I don’t do emotions often.” She pauses. “And I’m not religious in any way. However, I prayed every fucking night that you would be okay. That you would come home.” Her voice cracks with emotion and as her eyes land on mine, my chest aches. “We all prayed. It wasn’t the same with you not here,” she adds as her eyes flicker to Ghost.

I clear my throat and nod in understanding. “Is, er...” I pause. “Is she okay?” I ask.

I don’t need to clarify who I am talking about. Star knows. “Rhea is good. She misses you though,” she adds.

I rub my face with my free hand, not wanting to lose the touch and comfort from Star’s. “Shit, I don’t want to cause trouble for Acid,” I add.

Star rolls her eyes. “You ain’t going to cause shit. You fucking sacrificed your life for him. For them. I mean, he isn’t about to let you hump her till dawn, but he isn’t stupid.”

I smirk. “You sure he isn’t going to let me hump her till dawn?” I mock.

She lets out a laugh. “Good to see some of that old Scar is coming back, and when you have your strength, I know for a fact the bunnies have been giving Ghost a hard time. They miss you. Forget a three-way. I reckon you got your very own hareem waiting for you.” She winks.

I lift her hand and place a gentle kiss on the back of it. “You always know the right thing to say to cheer me up.” I smirk.

She’s about to open her mouth, but Ghost cuts her off. “I know you’ve been near death, and we haven’t seen you in months, but if your mouth touches my woman again, I will cut it off,” he warns.

I can’t help it. I laugh. “Fuck Pres, now that’s a welcome home.” I cough back my laughter.

Ghost’s eyes alight with amusement, but the moment is cut short by a loud rumbling of bikes. His gaze flickers to the window behind me and he smiles. “Looks like the brothers have had enough of waiting.”

Star releases my hand as I stand and walk to the door. Warmth and anxiety swirls in my gut as I step outside into the parking lot, unable to contain the smile on my face.

“Fuck!” Beast yells, being the first to get off his bike. He strides towards me. “Fuck, brother,” he mutters, concern flashing in his eyes. It’s the same concern I saw in Ghost’s and Spider’s eyes when they picked me up. Beast pulls me into one of his bear hugs, slapping me hard on my back.

I wince. “Easy,” I cough.

He releases me, his eyes filling with fury. “We will fucking skin him alive for what he’s fucking put you through,” Beast seethes. I nod, not giving a direct response.

Cash comes over next, trying his best to mask his concern. He must have been pre-warned from his mom. We clasp hands and pull each other in for a hug. “Damn good to see you,” he affirms, squeezing my shoulder.

Cash steps to the side, and Spider smirks as our gazes meet. “Looking better already,” he points out.

I mock, flicking my hair. “I know.” I laugh, fluttering my lashes.

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