Scar (Black Hearts MC #8)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SCAR

After fucking Elsie two more times in my bed, I didn’t think she could be more beautiful, but that was until I watched her riding and taking my cock. Watching her chase the pleasure my cock was giving her, the way she looked down on me with hooded eyes, her auburn hair framing her. Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it. I wanted to fuck her against the window, hell I wanted to fuck her for the rest of the fucking day and night, but unfortunately Pres rang calling church. I was hoping it was just a check in, because I didn’t want no more fucking drama. Elsie and I had gone through our fair fucking share. This was the smooth sailing part, because it had to be.

As we walk through the club, I spot Star with Maggie, Josie, and Belle all sat on the couch talking while the kids play and Belle feeds. “Go sit with them. I won’t be long,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. She nods, but I notice the apprehension in her body. “Star, look after my woman!” I yell over, catching Star’s attention. I give her a pointed look and she nods. Getting up, she approaches Elsie and hooks her arm through hers before leading her over to the couch. Knowing she’s okay, I head into the room where all my brothers are sat waiting.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Ghost snaps.

“I took Elsie on my bike and gave her a tour of my apartment.” I shrug.

“Fucking longest tour of a one bedroomed apartment I’ve ever known,” Hawk mocks.

I flip him off, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Alright, fuck. Glad to see you are finally happy and back to yourself, but we have business to take care of, runs that need doing, and deals that need to be made. Now you’ve got an ol’ lady, you’re going to need the money.” Ghost smirks and the brothers with ol’ ladies all mumble their agreements. “We’ve got shipments coming in on Wednesday, then we need to do a drop to the Satan’s where Rip will oversee the distribution to our various clients. I want us all in on this. It’s a big amount and worth a lot of money. We close on this, that is enough of a pay day to sort us for the rest of the fucking year. Plus right now, we currently have no one fucking trying to shoot our asses,” Ghost orders. His shoulders are relaxed with no tension in sight, unlike recent meetings. “Also to add Happ, I want you with us as well,” Ghost says, catching Happ’s attention from the far side of the room.

Happ stands straighter and nods. “Yes, Pres.” He nods.

Ghost reaches beside him and slams a cut down on the table. “But before you come on the run with us, you will need this,” he says, standing.

Happ smiles and walks towards Ghost who is holding out his new cut. We all cheer and slam our hands down on the table as Ghost helps him slides his new cut on. “You’ve fucking earned this patch, brother. You are now our brother in arms, a patched member of the fucking Black Hearts MC!” Ghost roars. We erupt in cheers, hoots and hollers, and Happ grins from ear to fucking ear.

“Thank you, Pres. I won’t fucking let you or my brothers down,” he says with gratitude. I place my index finger and thumb in the edge of my mouth and whistle.

Ghost slaps him on the back. “We know you, brother. Now go find your ass a chair so we can finish church,” he laughs before sitting back in his seat. Once we’ve all congratulated Happ, Ghost continues. “Run Wednesday, now with our new brother Happ,” Ghost beams.

“So, are we saying this run should be smooth?” Beast asks, a hopeful smile on his face, hoping that we will have time to party while away.

Ghost nods. “Ain’t no reason it shouldn’t be, but fuck, you know our luck brother, and I ain’t about to jinx that shit and relax. We still treat it like we’ve got a target on our back and watch out for anything unusual. Just because no fucker wants us dead right now, doesn’t mean the Feds haven’t decided to come sniffing around again. So, don’t go thinking this is a fucking jolly.”

“Fuck no! Why the hell would we let our guard down and enjoy ourselves?!” Cash says in mock disgust.

Ghost rolls his eyes. “We still need a party for Scar coming home, and now we can make it a joint celebration for Happ being patched in. Does that make you happy?” he asks.

“Actually yes, it fucking does.” Cash nods.

“Good, I aim to fucking please,” Ghost tuts.

“Quick question, Pres. What was that about earlier with Star?” Rage asks bluntly.

We all tense, knowing Ghost can be really fucking funny about Star. His jaw tenses, and for a minute I think he’s about to bite Rage’s head off. “It’s nothing. I was an asshole is all,” he mutters.

“I’ve heard you call her worse,” Rage says, frowning.

Ghost slams down the gavel. “End of fucking church,” he barks before he stands and storms out. We all exchange a look.

“Problems in paradise?” Hawk asks, shrugging.

“Nah, not them. They ain’t your regular couple. Ghost wouldn’t allow it.” Spider smirks.

We all chuckle. “Ain’t that the fucking truth,” I mutter as we all stand.

“Shit, maybe Star’s getting emotional and shit because Enzo will be one?” Hawk asks, shrugging.

“I don’t fucking know, man. Women are beautiful and complicated creatures. I ain’t going to try and figure them out,” Cash says, shaking his head.

“You know, my mom used to say that if a woman is mad it’s your fault, if a woman is crying it’s your fault, and if she’s happy and satisfied it’s usually because of someone else,” Bambi adds, standing at the side of the door. We all turn our attention to him.

“Jesus kid, that’s a little fucked up,” Spider tuts.

Bambi’s cheeks heat and he nervously scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah well, my mom wasn’t exactly loyal to my old man,” he scoffs, an embarrassed laugh escaping him.

Hawk places a hand on Bambi’s shoulder. “Have you ever made a woman happy?” he asks, smiling.

“Brother, come on. Don’t tease the poor fucker,” Beast says as he tries to pull Hawk away.

“I’m not, just asking. He’s only a kid. How old are you?” he asks Bambi.

“Er, I’m 19,” he stutters, his cheeks deepening.

“Fuck, are you a virgin, Bambi?” Hawk asks. Bambi looks down at his feet. “Oh my fucking god. Kid, we are going to get you laid. We are going to get you the perfect girl to not just pop that cherry of yours, but she will lick it, suck it, and ride it till fucking dawn.” Hawk grins wide.

Bambi smiles at him, his eyes wide. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t have a semi just thinking about it. “Seriously?” Bambi asks him.

“Fuck,” I laugh. “You better make sure it’s clear to invite bunnies to the party before you go promising him the night of his life,” I point out.

Hawk turns serious. “Shit, good point. I’m sure I can get the ol’ ladies on board when they realise that we are giving him his dying wish.”

“But I’m not dying,” Bambi argues.

“Do you want to die a virgin?” Hawk counters. Bambi’s eyes go wide, and he shakes his head no. “Right, so I think we’ll have this party Friday when we are back,” Hawk says, patting Bambi’s chest. “Get wanking kid, you’ll need the practice. No one likes premature ejaculation, especially the whores.” Hawk winks.

“Tell Elsie I will be back in a minute. I want to go check in on her old man,” I tell Spider. He nods and I exit the back way, not wanting to explain to Elsie where I’m going.

I jump in the truck, happy that the keys are already in the ignition. No fucker is stupid enough to steal from us. I drive around to the warehouse and walk in, seeing Tiny sat by the door, flicking through a magazine. He looks up as I enter.

“Give me five minutes,” I tell him as I walk over to Eugene, who is cuffed to a pipe while sat on the ground. His back is resting against the wall with a thin blanket over him and a bucket and bottle of water next to him. His skin is pale and covered in a damp sweat, and his now one and only eye comes to me. Dixie had wrapped a bandage around the now empty socket.

“What do you want? Came to finish the job?” he hisses, sounding like each word he speaks is more painful than the next.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Like fuck am I making it that easy on you. I just came by to make sure you’re suffering. We don’t want you having it too good. I don’t want you to think we are having second thoughts and are being kind,” I spit out.

He smirks. “She got you good, didn’t she? What did she do? Let you fuck her or suck you off?”

Anger surges through me at his malice towards Elsie, and before I can control myself, my boot connects with the side of his face. He groans as his head whips to the side.

“Fuck!” he cries out.

“You need to watch what you say, old man. I have the power to make your life worse than what it is now, and believe me, I can think of many different ways to make you suffer, to make you beg me to end your pathetic existence,” I growl.

He lets out a strangled laugh. “I know what a whore my daughter is. I used to watch as she would just lay it out for Layton, she barely put up a fight. Did she really think her quiet sobs and her quietly pleading for him to stop would actually make him stop?” He coughs, his chest wheezing. He rubs his jaw with his free hand before looking back up at me again. “She had no idea. Fuck, I had watched him choke a girl to death once while he was fucking her. He was gentle to her. She is pathetic and I should have dealt with her long ago,” he sneers, goading me, trying to make me snap so I end his fucking life. Mother fucker.

I lean down, my face inches from his. “I know what you’re trying to do, old man. I ain’t about to fall for your bullshit,” I sneer.

“It ain’t bullshit.” He smirks.

My hands grip so tight into fists I’m surprised my fingers haven’t broken. I slowly stand, my eyes staying pinned to him. It’s taking everything in me not to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the fucking life out of him. He smiles knowingly.

I lift my heavy booted foot and slam it down on his left shoulder, the arm that is cuffed to the pipes. A loud crack echoes around the warehouse, followed by his ear piercing screams. I smile as I look at how his shoulder now hangs at an unnatural angle. He squirms in agony as I hear Tiny come running over.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

“Leave him. When his fingers start going blue, call Dixie. Don’t give him any pain relief, either,” I state. Patting Tiny’s shoulder I turn and leave, a wide shit eating grin taking over my face as I hear Eugene’s pathetic pleading cries behind me.