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I look around the table and notice the very big difference from my home to here. I was part of a family, I was blood related, yet I was treated like I was nothing. There wasn’t any of this. Being an actual family, having breakfast together while laughing and talking. These men, dangerous and I’m sure deadly as they are, they find time for their loved ones, their family. Why couldn’t my father be like that?

“Angel?” Scar’s voice tickles over my ear.

I blink, realising I had been lost in my own thoughts and look up at him smiling. “Hey.” I grin.

“Where did you go?” he asks.

I look around at everyone again and sigh, shaking my head. “Nothing, it’s okay. I’m okay,” I assure him. He looks at me for a moment before he gives me a brief nod. His eyes are soft as he looks from me to Enzo. “I’ve made a new friend.” I smirk.

“I can see. How’s it going, big man?” Scar says to Enzo, holding out his fist for a fist bump. Enzo bumps his little fistto his and I open my mouth in surprise. Scar shrugs. “Been teaching him for a while.” Scar winks. “You feel okay to go for a ride?” he asks.

I smile. “I am.”

Scar bends down and takes my mouth with his. “Good. I want to take you somewhere,” he says across my lips.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ELSIE

Ridingon the back of Scar’s bike has to be one of the best feelings in the world. He assured me he wouldn’t go fast, but it still felt pretty fast to me. I held onto him so tight, I’m surprised he didn’t have to pry my hands from him when he pulled into an underground parking lot. After climbing off his bike, I fiddle with the strap of the helmet, trying to undo the clasp. Scar smirks as he replaces my hand with his, helping me. After removing the helmet, he places it on his bike and then takes my hand to the elevator.

“Where are we?” I ask as I look around. I wasn’t paying much attention when we rode in.

He pauses to push a button on the pad. “I’m taking you to my apartment,” he states.

“You have an apartment? I thought you lived at the club?” I frown.

“I do, well kind of. Before I was in the basement, I got this place to have for my own privacy. I didn’t really get to stay in it, and then since I came home, Queenie and the others didn’t want me out of their sight. I think Queenie just wanted to feed me up, and the guys wanted me close in case your dad came looking.” He pauses. “Also, I don’t think I was in the right headspace to beon my own,” he states honestly. My heart lurches in my chest at his admission.

I’m about to say something when the elevator pings and the doors open. He leads me down the hall to his apartment and unlocks the door. Pausing, he holds it open for me to enter first. I walk in and look around. After he flicks on some lights and walks ahead, he opens the floor to ceiling curtains, revealing the stunning view of the rest of the town. The apartment building is right in the centre on a slight hill that overlooks the town.

“This is stunning,” I compliment as I gaze out.

Scar comes behind and wraps his arms around my waist, placing kisses along the side of my neck. “Hhmmm, the view is even more stunning now I have you in it,” he murmurs between kisses. I snort. “Laugh it up Angel, because when the time comes that you are ready, I am fucking you up against the glass for the whole fucking town to see me claim you as mine,” he whispers in my ear, nipping my lobe playfully.

I suck in a shaky breath as my core tingles at the thought.

He smiles against my neck, his thumb lightly grazing over my already hard nipples. “I think my woman likes the sound of that,” he growls.

My woman, my woman!I internally squeal, feeling like a teenager swooning over their favourite boy band member. I swallow harshly, my mouth suddenly feeling dry and force myself to turn in his arms.

He looks down at me, a playful smile on his lips. “I’m your woman?” I ask.

His smile deepens as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “You only just figuring that out?” I shrug and he lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Shit, maybe I didn’t make it clear enough to you. From the moment you walked in and brought me food, the light behind you lit up like you were a fucking angel. I looked forward to seeing you every damn day. Hell, I wished that youwould come by even if it was just for you to pass a note under the door,” he confesses, his hands cupping my face.

“Well, I mean you were technically held prisoner in my father’s basement. You were beaten and starving. I could beFreddie Krugerbringing you food and you would probably feel the same way,” I point out.

His grin deepens. “Maybe you have a point, but there is just one thing.” He pauses. “I wouldn’t want to fuckFreddie Kruger.” I roll my eyes. “I wanted you that night you fucking saved me, and I wanted you when your wet body had me in that shower. But I knew up here I wasn’t ready,” he says, tapping the side of his head. “I told myself that I couldn’t allow myself to be with you like that, as it would be just a rebound.” I flinch at those words. He sighs. “You’re not, and you never were. I just didn’t allow myself to feel it. Shit, I didn’t want to allow myself to feel anything. The one time I let myself feel anything I got fucking stung.” I rub a hand over my chest, feeling the pang of jealousy and hurt surge through me. He places his hand on mine and moves it onto his chest. “Angel, look at me.” I sigh before looking into his grey eyes. “I can’t change my past, I can’t change what I felt, and I wouldn’t want to,” he confesses. I tense, trying to pull my hand from his chest, but he keeps it firmly in place. “Because if I hadn’t done what I had done, if I hadn’t felt what I felt for her, for Rhea, then I wouldn’t have found you.” The hurt eases slightly, but the feeling of jealousy increases in my chest. “I had feelings for Rhea, I loved her, I cared for her, and I still care for her, but not like you think.”

I shake my head and close my eyes. “I can’t, I can’t hear that,” I whisper.

“You can because what I feel for you is different. I’m not falling for you, Elsie.” He pauses and I open my now tear filled eyes and look up at him. “I’ve already fallen, and I’ve fallen fucking hard,” he confesses. I feel like the world has shiftedunder my feet, but he doesn’t stop there. “I love your emerald eyes, and I love how when the light catches them you can see little flecks of gold. I love how you have a light dusting of freckles across your cheeks, and how rich and silky your auburn hair feels under my fingertips,” he says, gliding his fingers through my hair. Suddenly he grabs a fistful and tugs it gently, tilting my head back slightly, but still being cautious of my stitches. He leans down and brushes his lips across mine. “I love how from the slightest touch, your body reacts to mine.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “I love your soft, plump lips.” He runs his tongue along my bottom lip and my tongue reaches out to taste him. He smiles. “I love how you taste, how all of you fucking tastes,” he breathes, passionately taking my mouth, instantly duelling his tongue with mine. He swiftly breaks the kiss and rests his head against mine. Our breaths mingle and my heart is beating rapidly in my chest. My core is pulsing, craving him and needing more than just his mouth. “I love how you laugh, how you care so fucking much, how selfless you are.” Keeping my gaze on his, my hands begin to slowly move down his toned body to the button at his jeans. “But there is one thing I don’t love about you,” he adds. My hands freeze and my body stills. “I don’t love how you don’t see just how fucking perfect you are, but I’m going to fix that. I’m going to tell you each and every day just how fucking incredible you are,” he rasps, stroking away the tears that I hadn’t realised were falling.

“Make me yours,” I whisper.

He stills. “I wasn’t telling you this so that you’d fuck me.”

I take a step back, so I am out of his hold before I reach down for the hem of the T-shirt and lift it over my head. Throwing it to the floor, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His grey eyes almost turn to pools of molten silver as heat burns through them. I thumb the waistband of the shorts along with my underwear and let them glide down my thighsuntil they pool at my feet. Heat rises up my neck to my cheeks as I try to fight the nerves swirling around my stomach.

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