Page 16 of Scarred Sacrifice
“No problem, sir, and what if they dispute the price?” the guy asks.
Henry’s face turns furious. “You tell them that it is the risk they take. Any problems, tell them to contact me directly,” he seethes before he looks down at his watch. “Now, you are due to set sail in five minutes. Make sure you leave on time. I don’t want anyone questioning why you were late,” Henry orders before turning and walking towards his car. One of his men opens the door for him and he gets in.
A few seconds later, the cars and van leave, and the sound of the ship’s horn surrounds us. We watch as the ship sets sail, and as we get to our feet, our hearts are aching as we watch it leave with those women on board.
“Come on, let’s head back,” I state.
Betsy puts everything back into her backpack. “Well, it looks like Isabella was telling the truth,” she mutters.
“Yeah, but I still don’t fully trust her,” I add as we make our way back to our bikes.
I stretch out and yawn,blinking my eyes open when I feel Nathaniel’s warm body wrapped around mine. I turn around and face him. He really is cute-looking, a great lay, and a nice guy. Guilt swirls at the pit of my stomach. I’ve treated him like shit.
His eyes flutter open and his gaze lands on mine, a smile taking over his face. “Have you been watching me while I sleep?” he asks me playfully, his voice gruff.
I give him a small smile. “I owe you an apology,” I state.
He blinks a few more times, frowning in confusion. “What, what do you mean?” he asks.
“I’ve been a real bitch, I know that. Last night, the way I spoke to you. In the past, the way I’ve spoken to you,” I ramble.
He sits up, a smile still playing across his lips. “Hold up, let me record this shit, because I can’t be awake. I must be fucking dreaming if you are apologising,” he teases.
I thump him hard in the arm. “Shut the fuck up. I still mean what I said about how this can never be anything more than a casual hook-up. You are a lap dog. Not just to me, but to the others as well,” I state, repeating my words from the other day.
“I know this.” He nods.
I search his face, checking he’s okay with it. I sigh when I see no signs of him being hurt by it. “See, if this was the other way around, and I was a man,” I state.
“Mor, if you were a man, I wouldn’t be lying in your bed right now,” he points out.
“You know what I mean. Being a woman means that even though I know I’m a hard bitch… Well, harder than most. I still care about your feelings, because I’m a woman.” I huff.
He scoffs out a laugh before wrapping his arm around me and yanking me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest while his fingers relaxingly stroke through my hair.
“It’s got nothing to do with you being a woman. It’s got everything to do with who you are as a person,” he states softly.
I let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I think you may be the only man that thinks I’m even the tiniest bit nice.”
“That’s only because they don’t know the real you,” he adds. “Now shhh, and get some more sleep. You kept me awake fucking most of the night. I need my beauty sleep.” He yawns.
I jab him playfully in the ribs, making him laugh. “Making it out like I forced you, but fine. I could do with the sleep, too,” I relent as a yawn escapes me.
Just as I’m drifting off, a knock at the door has me groaning. “What?” I yell.
The door opens. “Get up. There are things to do and discuss,” Eden demands.
I sit up and frown at her, giving her my best death glare, but she just glares right back at me with her hands on her hips.
“You can crawl back into bed after, but we need you now,” she orders firmly.
I huff and get out of bed as Nathanial rolls over, drifting back off to sleep. “It’s funny. I thought I was the President of this club, and yet here you are bossing me around, giving me orders,” I grumble as I grab my robe, keeping my back to Eden whilst I put it on and cover my naked body. I turn and face her, arching my brow. “Well?” I prompt, gesturing for her to lead the way.
She rolls her eyes and storms out of my room. I follow, closing the door behind me.
“So, are you guys an item?” she asks.
“No. God, no way,” I dismiss quickly. “We have cleared the air. The lines are firmly in place. No lines will be crossed,” I state.
