Page 35 of Scar

“You’re mine, you fucking pathetic little cunt,” he pants, pressing the blade deeper against my neck. I can’t help thepanicked whimper that escapes me. “Your body is mine to do whatever I fucking want to,” he growls, his eyes flaring with arousal and rage.

A click echoes, making Layton pause and look over to where the sound is coming from behind me.

“I don’t fucking think so,” Scar’s deep voice states before the sound of a gun firing shatters the room. Layton’s body jolts and his wide eyes are on me, a dark bloody bullet hole right between his eyes.

I scream and try to scurry back as his lifeless body collapses to the floor.

A hand lands on my shoulder and I scream again, jumping away. Scar holds out his hand. “It’s me, Angel,” he states softly, holding out his hand. I place my shaky one in his as he helps me to my feet, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing and perches me on the counter. He quickly grabs some paper towels and places them against my neck. My body is trembling, my eyes wide as I gaze at his face. “Breathe in, 1, 2, 3. Breathe out, 1, 2, 3,” he instructs calmly.

I try, but my breathing still comes out ragged.

“I, I,” I pant, trying to talk. “I’m…” I pause as I retch. Scar moves quickly and gathers my hair in his hands as he guides me to empty my stomach into the sink.

“Jesus fucking Christ Scar, you were supposed to keep him alive,” I hear a deep voice chastise.

“I couldn’t keep him alive seeing what he was fucking doing,” Scar growls.

I gasp for breath between the retching, feeling Scar still rubbing smooth circles on my back.

“She okay?” the same voice asks, but softer this time.

“She will be. You call ahead and get Dixie ready. He had a knife to her throat and the bleeding isn’t easing,” Scar orders.

The other guy doesn’t answer directly, just merely growls “Mother fucker,” under his breath and storms out.

“Where are your glasses?” Scar asks. As I slowly stop, I point to the cupboard. He briefly moves away before pouring me a glass of water. “Sip this,” he says, holding the glass in front of me. I stare at him, tears still filling my eyes as I take it with shaky hands and begin to sip the water. He affectionally tucks my hair behind my ear. “That’s it, Angel. I promise when we get back to the club, I will get you something stronger, but right now are you good to go?” he asks gently.

I place the glass down and nod, but as I move to get off the counter, Scar stops me.

“I’ve got you Angel, hold on,” he whispers in my ear. His hands clasp under my behind and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His hand cups the back of my head, placing a soft kiss on the side of my head. “I’ve got you,” he assures me again. As he feels my body tighten, I worry I’m too heavy for him, but he strides through the house and outside to a van in no time. I keep my face buried in his neck, breathing in his scent to help calm me. The sound of others getting in surround us but I’m clinging to Scar like he’s my lifeline. “Angel, there are going to be some loud explosions,” he whispers softly in my ear.

No sooner have the words left his mouth, the loudBOOM! BOOM! BOOM!vibrates through my entire body.

“Yeah baby, now that is a freaking masterpiece,” I hear a guy say.

I slowly lift my head and as my eyes connect with Scar’s, his gaze quickly flickers down to my neck.

He places his hand over my neck. “Need to keep this on Angel, to help stem the bleeding,” he says.

I look over his shoulder, and my eyes immediately connect with my father’s murderous gaze. My entire body tenses and Scar knows immediately what caused it.

“Rage,” Scar orders.

“On it,” the scary tattooed looking one says and hits my father hard on the back of the head, knocking him out.

I’m scared to look around the rest of the van, not quite sure if I’m ready to see the other club members. To be honest, I kind of wish they could hit me over the head and knock me out so I could forget this day.

We come to a stop and the van door is flung open, the loud sound making me jump. “Easy Angel, we are here,” Scar assures me. Others climb out first and then I follow. Scar takes hold of my hand in his, helping me step out of the van on shaky legs.

“We will take him round to the warehouse and meet you there,” one of the guys says. He jumps back in the van before it speeds off again.

I look up at him, wanting to know where this warehouse is and what they plan on doing to him. I open my mouth, but then quickly shut it again, realising that I would rather not know. Scar wraps his arm around my shoulders and walks us into the clubhouse. My eyes dart around everywhere as I take in my surroundings, when suddenly a beautiful woman with jet black hair wearing a pair of skin- tight jeans and knee-high stiletto boots strides up to us, her curvy hips swaying with each step she takes. She reminds me ofJessica Rabbit, but the more edgier rock version. Her eyes come to me and she smiles.

“Star, this is Elsie,” Scar introduces us.

She practically shoves Scar’s arm off of my shoulder, replacing it with hers as she walks us further into the club. “Hey sweet, I’m Star. Now, let’s get you a nice stiff drink and then we can get you all fixed and cleaned up,” she says softly.

I look down at myself, only now realising that I’m covered in Layton’s blood. My stomach lurches and I cover my mouth with my hand.

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