Page 5 of Scar

“Yeah, it’s what we do. We are a family. I am a part of the club, and there isn’t anything I won’t do for my brothers or their loved ones,” I affirm. She is about to open her mouth to ask me another question, but I halt her by placing a finger on her lips. “Enough with the questions from you. There is one question you are yet to answer me,” I state, pausing. “Who the fuck are you?” I ask with a little too much bite in my tone.

She flinches. “I am no one important,” she answers, fumbling.

I look at her, really look at her. “Fuck,” I sigh when I focus on her eyes. “Eugene is your dad, isn’t he?” I ask.

She looks away. “Yes,” she admits, her voice so soft it’s barely a whisper. She moves to stand but I grab her wrist, stopping her.

“Don’t go,” I order, although I cringe at the slight pleading sound in my voice. She doesn’t move for a second, and I think she’s going to go, but she gives me a brief nod before sitting back down.

“I won’t answer any questions that will help you when it comes to my dad,” she states straight away.

I let go of her wrist. “I wouldn’t. They are of no use to me anyway, while I’m stuck in here,” I answer with a smile playing on my lips. Her face softens again and she gives me a warming smile.

“So, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your brother,” I tell her, which is a lie. I couldn’t give a shit about her brother. It was an arranged fight that he lost, and he unfortunately lost his life. Maybe if he wasn’t the son of Eugene, then I may hold a small degree of sympathy for him.

She shrugs. “Don’t be, he was horrible.” She sighs. “He bullied me my entire life, broke my arm when I was 9, all because I wouldn’t do his homework.”

“That mother fucker,” I growl. “How much older was he to you then?” I ask.

“I am older than him by two years, but he was always bigger than me. As my mom says, you don’t always get things right the first time. Sometimes the second time is the charm,” she says with a cynical smile on her lips, but her eyes pour with sadness and anger.

“I don’t mean this to cause offence,” I sigh. “But fuck me, your family are a bunch of fucking cunts,” I snap.

She lets out a laugh before she covers her smile with her hand. “Thank you,” she beams.

“Anytime.” I smirk. “What made you decide to come down here and help me?” I ask.

Those big round green eyes land on mine and she nibbles anxiously on her bottom lip. “I heard you that night.” Shepauses. “I heard you sacrifice yourself for her happiness.” She wraps her arms around herself, as if she’s feeling exposed. “It moved something in me.”

“Jealousy.” I nod with a broad smile.

She rolls her eyes. “No, it was the way you sacrificed your own life, your own happiness, for her. Even though she doesn’t feel the way you do about her.”

“Alright, fucking hell, rub it in why don’t ya?” I ask, feigning hurt.

“I’ve never known anyone that selfless. To do that to protect her, your brother. I’ve never known anyone in my life to just do that for someone else.” She shrugs.

“Well, I don’t think that’s entirely true. I mean, your dad wouldn’t be keeping me locked up if he didn’t love your brother,” I point out.

“My dad didn’t love my brother. He just wanted him to continue the business. Keeping you here isn’t just about revenge for his son. It’s revenge for the embarrassment. It’s all about how it will make him look. By keeping you here, it shows that no one can come for him or his family. Even though he doesn’t give a shit what happens to us. It’s all about image,” she rants. Pausing, she opens the box, grabs a bag of candy and starts angrily eating it.

“Er, was that for me?” I ask, pointing to the bag.

She looks down at the bag then back to me, a wince on her face. “Sorry,” she mumbles around a mouthful of candy. She hands me the bag and I quickly take it and pop some into my mouth. “It’s what they do to me. I stress eat, much to my mom’s dismay. She’s already locked away any carbs in the house to hide it from me.” She tuts.

I frown and look her up and down, seeing nothing but beautiful round curves. “You are going to have to elaborateon why your mom was making you diet, because I don’t see anything wrong with the way you look.”

She looks away, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You are just being nice because I brought you candy,” she says, dismissing me.

“Do I look like the kind of guy that would lie about something like that?” I ask her. She shrugs. “Okay, I’m going to tell you something that I ain’t proud of, but maybe it will make you realise that my statement is the truth. I was fucking this woman,” I start. She immediately blanches. “She had this weird mole on her ass cheek, and it looked like fucking Elmo. It even had the nose,” I add, shuddering at the memory. “I know you are thinking I could have just laid her on her back and fucked her missionary. Well I did, but I just couldn’t get Elmo out of my head. I’m as fucked up as the next pervert, and there is pretty much nothing I won’t do, but I felt like I was fucking Elmo and that is not cool. I mean, the guy is a legend. I couldn’t violate him in that way,” I sigh.

Elsie is laughing so hard she’s holding her stomach. I smile, ignoring the feel of my lip splitting open again. She wipes away her tears of laughter. “What did you say to her?” she breathes, trying to ease her laughter.

“I told her the truth, that she had Elmo on her ass, and if she wanted sex from me in the future, she would need to get it removed. It made me limp and flaccid, and no woman has ever made me soft,” I point out.

“Oh my god, was she upset?” she asks.

“I mean, of course she was, when you get with this.” I pause, gesturing with my hand up and down my body. “You don’t want it to end. I was nice, told her she was beautiful in every way, but that birth mark freaked me out. She was fine and she came back six months later with it removed, then I fucked her brains out. She’s married now with two kids.” I nod.

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