All Chapters of The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Wolf stared. “You – home? Scars… you have weeks and weeks of treatment here before you can go anywhere.”“The fuck you say.”“No lie, man.” Wolf was mystified at how the seriousness of his condition had totally escaped Scars; maybe he wasn’t as mentally aware as Wolf had assumed? He broke the bad news as gently as he could now. “You need skin grafts on sixty percent of your back, and on about half the backs of your legs… the wounds are still open under all those bandages, and they’re still healin’.”“How many rounds of skin grafts?”“Sam says at least three on your back, to build up the layers right. Your legs… I dunno. Maybe two? I mean – you’re lookin’ at months lyin’ on your front, Scars. Weeks in hospital, gettin’ a graft and then recoverin’ from it and buildin’ up resistance and checkin’ that your body doesn’t reject the new skin, because most of it can’t come from your own body and there’s a risk that you’ll reject donor skin. Then if that’s all OK, then you go into the next gra

Zoe’s heart plummeted clean out of her chest and hit her stomach, then carried on down to the floor. “Oh,” she said numbly. “Right. OK.”“Hey –”“No, it’s really OK. I mean… yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I was dumb to think – I mean, this is all my fault, and I know that, and I don’t blame you for being angry at me and dumping me. I was stupid to hope that we’d be able to get past this – you got hurt because of me bringing Gil here, and you’re going to be in pain for a long time, and if I were you, I wouldn’t want to –”“Look at me, Zoe.”She screeched to a conversational halt, peered at Scars. “Ummmm. I am?”“No, beautiful. You’re not. Look at me.”Her brow furrowed in confusion, but she did as he said. She looked at him, and she was hurt and upset at first (and felt like a goddamn moron for thinking that this was going to work out long-term, because it never did, did it? Nooooo, not ever), but as she kept looking, she began to calm, to see. Because when she looked at Scars, she didn’t

Four months laterWolf glared at the accountant that he’d hired just two weeks ago, who had started just the past Monday, sighed heavily.“Why are you givin’ me notice?” he growled. “What’s the issue?”“Uh, well,” the man stuttered, adjusting his tie. “I just – I feel that – this work environment's problematic…” Wolf looked around the office, bemused. Yeah, OK, it wasn’t the world’s best office, he could agree with that. It was just above the garage work areas, so every time anyone opened the door, a wave of heat and noise, and the smell of steam, gasoline and paint rolled on in. But c’mon, it wasn’t exactly a slum, it was fully air-conditioned, had double-glazed windows, had soundproofing, and Wolf knew that he was paying way over market rate for the work. Besides, this little idiot had been interviewed by him, Kansas, and Silver in the very office that they were currently standing, and he hadn’t said a peep about a problematic work environment.“What’s the problem, exactly?” Wolf a

When she’d left Denver, she hadn’t had any illusions that it was going to be hard. She’d known that Scars was going to struggle with pain and anger and having to ask for help. She’d known that she’d struggle with her own anger, and having to balance things with Keira, and patience to do things on Scars’ timeline, not her own. She’d known that he’d be gone for days on end, either physically as he recovered in the hospital from a skin graft, or emotionally as he occupied the same space as her, but was sunk deep in thought. She’d worked harder than she ever thought she would at being cheery and positive and supportive – and even when it was damn near impossible to take his brooding or testiness, she’d done it. She really had.And she’d thought that the worst was over. Scars’ body hadn’t rejected a single donor skin graft, and he’d fought his way through physiotherapy, building his mobility and strength steadily and daily. He’d opened up to her so much when he was flailing, and he’d let

“Today, the doctor gave me the all-clear to go back to Denver, if I want. I’ll need to carry on with my physio for another two months, but I can do that back there. Sam already said that he’d arrange it.”“So… so we can go home? We can be back home with family and friends for Christmas?”“We can go any time we want, baby. But I need to hear you say it – you need to tell me that you’re still sitting here with me because you want me and need me. You’re not still here because of duty, not because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known, not because you wanted to see this through to the end, however it was going to end up. You’re here because you love me. Because you want a life with me, the man that I am now. You want long-term and long-haul, and mess and stress, and wild and gentle. You want everything, and you want it with just me.”Her answer was a kiss. Her answer was always a kiss, he’d come to understand, and it was one more reason that he loved her the way that he did.“Thr