Page 41 of Scar

My body tenses and Star feels it. I force a smile and nod in greeting. Rhea’s eyes anxiously flicker from her lap to me, and clearly I’m not the only one who was nervous.

“Okay,” Star sighs, feeling the tension before she turns. “Oh look, Queenie!” she says with a high pitched awkwardness to her voice while dragging me away to meet her.

The older woman wipes her hand on a cloth before yanking me into her arms. I’m quickly learning they are all huggers. She leans back, holding me at arm’s length, her eyes sweeping me over like she’s assessing me.

“You are stunning!” she chimes.

I give her a small smile, “Er, thank you?” I answer as a question.

Suddenly I feel Scar’s strong hand at the back of my neck, his thumb stroking back and forth. I immediately relax under his touch.

Queenie’s eyes are warm as she looks up at Scar. “It’s about time,” she states softly before her eyes come back to mine. “Thank you for bringing him back,” she states, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before she turns around and walks back into what I’m assuming is the kitchen.

I turn and look up at Scar. “What does she mean, bringing you back?” I ask, confused.

Scar pulls me into his arms and places a soft kiss on my lips. “No idea. Come on, let’s feed you,” he murmurs across my lips, kissing me once more. As he takes my hand and leads me back to the table, I still feel like all eyes are on us, and I find myself trying to hide behind him. Well, until he pulls a chair out for me and then I have nowhere else to hide.

I am very aware I am the daughter of a man that tortured two of the club members. Sure, I helped Scar get out, but thatdoesn’t redeem me completely, and I can understand why I am their main focus right now.

“How are you feeling today?” Dixie asks me from across the table. I look up from my plate and give Dixie a warm smile. She had been so kind to me yesterday, and it’s a relief to see another familiar face.

“I’m feeling good.” I nod.

“Oh, I think she’s feeling better than good. Scar was helping her with her recovery this morning,” Star teases. My cheeks turn beet red.

“Fuck’s sake, Star,” Scar growls next to me.

“What? I’m just saying she has a lovely glow this morning.” Star smiles, giving me a wink. I bite my bottom lip to stifle a laugh. “Elsie, you look good, and don’t be embarrassed. I was sucking Ghost off only twenty minutes ago.” She shrugs. My laughter escapes me, and I quickly clamp my hand over my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, woman,” Ghost sighs.

“Star, remember that kids are around,” Acid states through gritted teeth, gesturing to a young boy sat next to him who has a pair of headphones on playing some sort of handheld computer game.

“Oh, he can’t hear me. Can you?” Star yells. “Hey Olly, Acid ate your mom out last night,” Star adds.

“Star!” Rhea gasps.

“He isn’t listening. He’s busy playing his game, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you didn’t deny it.” Star snorts back her laughter.

“Woman, will you just keep that mouth shut and eat your god damn breakfast?” Ghost fumes.

Star pins him with a look. “Oh, I will keep my mouth shut. Along with my legs, too,” she seethes.

“You want some pancakes?” Scar asks, snapping me out of the showdown that is about to kick off.

“Huh?” I ask, looking at him.

He smiles and places a pancake on my plate. “Don’t worry, they are always like this. You’ll get used to it.”

“Woman, you couldn’t keep that mouth of yours shut for more than 5 minutes, and you know as soon as my mouth touches yours, you’ll be an eager little whore wrapping those legs of yours around my waist,” Ghost counters.

I hear a few of the women make a tut under their breath and I wince at his words.

I absently pick up a piece fruit off my plate and eat it, assuming that Scar put it there. Watching Star and Ghost, I hadn’t really been paying attention. Star and Ghost was like a steamy romance playing right out before my eyes, and I can’t seem to look away.

Star’s eyes alight and I can’t tell if it’s from enjoyment or anger. She calmly leans over, placing a gentle kiss on who I’m guessing is her son’s head. We hadn’t got around to introducing me to all the kids yet. She casually stands and saunters over to one of the guys that has the word Prospect on his cut.

“You are taking me out,” she orders. The guy’s eyes flicker behind her, looking for permission from Ghost. I look back at Ghost and he says nothing as he just sits there, his eyes searing into his woman’s behind. Star clicks her fingers in front of the Prospect’s face, getting his attention. “Happ! Take me away from here,” she demands.

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