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“Go. Call us,” Ghost states. I nod and quickly run back down the hall, past the rest of the Black Hearts MC who eye me sceptically as I pass and head back to the table. Our food is already there when I sit back down.

“I’m so sorry, there was a poor girl in the toilets. Her boyfriend got a bit handsy and I was helping her out,” I lie as I take a sip of the awful wine.

Layton’s eyes narrow as they focus on my neck. “Your neck is all red,” he points out.

I place my drink down and clear my throat. “Like I said, he got a bit handsy,” I state. Layton’s eyes darken and he moves his jacket to the side, placing his hand on his gun. My heart beats wildly in my chest as panic sets in.

“That mother fucker, where is he? I will fucking end him. Doesn’t he know who you are?” he fumes, about ready to get up from his chair.

I quickly reach across the table and grab his arm. “No, please don’t. He’s gone now. One of the bar staff saw to it and he ran off. I’m fine, and I really don’t want it to spoil our evening.” I smile sweetly, but he still doesn’t look convinced, so I say the only thing I can think of that I know will get his full attention. Even though my stomach drops at the thought. “Please, let’s just go. Layton, I want you. I want you to help me forget that awful moment,” I say in the best sultry voice I can, even though I’m fighting the bile in my throat as I say it.

His eyes darken and he smiles as he lowers himself down fully in his chair and clicks his fingers for the bill.

CHAPTER FOUR

SCAR

It feelslike all fucking day I’ve been pacing, anxious that she was okay, just waiting for them to come down and raid the basement. When night began to fall, I relaxed a little more, hoping that all was okay. I made sure to recover the little window, not wanting anything out of place, giving them no reason to suspect her.

Sat reading with my torch, I check the watch she had given me and see that it’s late after midnight. I’m tired, but I refuse to sleep until I know she is okay. The sound of someone approaching the door echoes into the cell, and I quickly hide my things, just in case. The lock quietly opens and she walks in.

I let out a sigh of relief and stiffly get to my feet. As I go to her, I don’t think. I just reach out and pull her into my arms, ignoring the pain it causes me. “Fuck, I’ve been worried all day that they had caught you.” She sucks in a sharp breath, and I frown and pull back. My eyes automatically search her, but it’s too dark for me to see. Turning around, I hunt for my torch and turn back to face her. I quickly switch it on and hold it out, aiming it right at her.

She is in a tight green dress that hugs her round curves. I pause, looking at the swell of her breasts, not just because theylook incredible but because there is bruising all over them. I move the torch up and see more finger marks on her neck and jaw. Her bottom lip is bleeding.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” I ask, trying to detain the anger building within me.

Her eyes brim with tears, and she blinks rapidly and straightens her shoulders. “It doesn’t matter. The important thing is my father doesn’t know. No one knows,” she states, clearing the emotion in her voice.

“Right now, I don’t give a shit about any of that. The only thing I’m concerned about is who the fuck did that to you,” I state with a deep warning in my tone.

She swallows and tries to smile. “I went on a date with Layton as I didn’t have a choice, and then when I was on the date, I spotted your club. I figured they would want to know that you are alive and safe. So, I made the excuse for the toilet and spoke to Ghost, Spider, and Acid, I think. Although he didn’t really talk.” She pauses, exhaling a breath. “Your President doesn’t trust me, which is understandable, and he pinned me by my throat against the wall,” she states.

“Fucking Ghost did this to you?” I growl. I can’t help it. I couldn’t contain my anger any longer.

She shakes her head. “No, no. He didn’t leave a mark, just scared the shit out of me,” she assures me. “Spider put his number in my phone for you to call. No texting as my phone is watched. I had to make up some excuse when I returned to Layton. I said it was a handsy guy and I helped the woman out, hence the number on my phone as well. My neck was a little red from Ghost at the time,” she states. She must see my temper flare, as she holds up her hand. “I’m fine, and it’s fine. I understand, considering the situation. However, Layton noticed. He was going to go back there and hunt the guy down, so I had tothink quick and think of the one thing that would distract him,” she finishes, giving me a look.

I tuck her hair back behind her ear. “You fucked him to keep him from finding the club,” I state.

“I didn’t sleep with him. He wanted to, and I said no. So he...” She pauses as she looks away, humiliation in her eyes. “I said he could have my mouth,” she answers softly.

“And he did this?” I ask, my fingers delicately tracing over the marks.

“He said it’s my fault that he lost control.” She shrugs.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I promise her.

She smiles. “Okay, just not until you are out of here safe, okay?” she prompts.

My lips twitch. “Deal.”

Her smile widens and she steps back. She pulls her phone out of her bag and presses call. “Talk to your family.” She smiles, holding the phone out to me.

I take the phone and place it to my ear. I hear the click of an answer but no response. I know it’s Spider making sure it’s me calling. “What’s this? I make the fucking effort to ring and you can’t even answer with an hello?” I mock.

“Fuck, brother!” Spider hoots down the phone. “I have never been happier to hear your voice.” We both pause as I hear voices in the background. “Hold on, let me put you on speaker,” he says. “There are a lot of people that want to speak to you.”

“Scar?” I hear her gentle voice say and my heart aches.

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