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“You’re fucking mental!”

“You fucking love it!” As he sweeps me up into his arms and spins me around. “Right, let’s get back to the bar; you need to spend some time with Scar!”

There’s a round of applause and a few cheers as we head back into the bar, and we are greeted by everyone wanting to get us drinks. I head over to Scar. “You good?” I ask.

“Yeah, knobhead. I’m good!” she says. Standing up, I hug her.

“Ray, fancy staying in the van tonight? I could do with a girly night.”

“Always, Mrs! Are you sure you’re good?”

She whispers in my ear, “Yeah, just need a break.”

So after devouring my husband-to-be, we set off back to the van.

Scar

“I will come to get you at seven and take you for breakfast at the diner so we can talk to Demi,” Steel tells Ray, as we leave the clubhouse. I can't help but feel a bit down.

“Hey, you okay?” Ray nudges me as we walk to the van.

I shake my head. I open the door, stepping in. Once Ray has closed the door, I break down and just cry.

“Hades, fuck, Scar. You’re okay. I’ve got you!”

I sag into her, she drags me to the bedroom and gets me into bed, snuggling into me and hugging me tighter, pulling the covers up around us. She just holds me until I stop sobbing.

“You done?”

I nod. “Sorry, just a lot to take in. First, I was beaten up by Shay, then you were kidnapped and shot and stabbed, and then I’m kidnapped, and now you’re getting married, and it’s a lot, emotionally. It’s making me question everything!”

“Firstly, I’m gonna kill that bitch. Don’t you worry about that. Secondly, I’m back, I’m fine, and I killed them! Thirdly, I got you back and killed him! Fourthly, holy fucking shit, I’m getting married. What the actual fuck?”

Huffing out a breath, I hug her tighter. “You are ridiculous!”

“I know, right?”

“How did you know Steel was the guy you wanted to marry?”

“Fucking hell, Scar. Can we start with an easy one!”

“I'm gonna go get the tequila for these questions! Pjs on!”

As she heads to the kitchen, I change, climbing back into bed.

“I have tequila and the last bag of Haribo!”

Sliding out of her jeans and her boots and putting her knife on the bedside table, she climbs in at the side of me!

“Should I start carrying a knife?”

Ray just rolls her eyes at me like I’m fucking stupid.

“Is that a yay or a nay?”

“Scar, I love you dearly, you are my world, but if you start carrying a knife, I will never hug you again!”

I bark out a laugh at her ridiculousness yet again. “I can’t believe you’re getting married!”

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