All Chapters of The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Yeah, OK.” Zoe shifted her weight a bit, trying to stretch out her sore lower back. “So I won’t show up either.”“What?” Wolf said. “How come?”“Because I don’t know anybody but you, Wolf.”“You know Kansas and Silver.”“Um. Not really.” She sighed. “Besides, I’m wiped out, and I still have to head out to Centennial.”“What for?” His tone sharpened. “What’s out there?”“IKEA.”“You have furniture, Zee.”“Not a crib.”“Aw, fuck. Of course. Sorry, baby girl… I forgot about that.”“It’s not your job to remember, Wolf. It’s mine. But I’ve been running in and out all morning buying clothes and sheets and food, and now I have to drive all the way out of town, and fight the weekend crowds at IKEA, then haul everything home and assemble it… it’ll take me hours, and the last thing I’ll feel like doing after is meeting a bunch of scary bikers.”“They ain’t scary.” Wolf considered. “Much.”“No, it’s OK. I’ll meet them another time. God, I’ll be smack next door to the bar and the clubhouse five

Zoe opened the front door of her rented house, and watched as three guys carried in boxes and bags of stuff from IKEA. They stood in her living room, arms full, nodded at her.“Hey, honey. Kansas, Jinx, Ice,” said the one with a shaved head, dark eyes and a cool neck tattoo. “Where do we set this shit up?”“Zee,” she replied. “And over here.”She led them to Keira’s bedroom, stood aside, watched them troop right on in. It wasn’t a very big room to begin with, and the three of them standing in it made it look even smaller. God, these guys took up lots of space.“So.” The only one to speak so far set down everything, wiped his hands on his jeans. He approached her, hand extended, and in her shock at his good manners, Zoe actually extended her own. “Let’s do this properly, right? I’m Kansas. We spoke on the phone a few times.”“Yes. I remember.” Zoe smiled, making sure to not show her teeth. No sense being too friendly yet – not until she knew what she was dealing with with these three.

“Anyway.” Zoe scrambled to change the subject, hoping to lessen the crazy in her behavior. “You’re all done?”“Uh-huh. The guys are already outside in the cage. We thought about leaving you to sleep, but I didn’t want you all alone in here with the front door unlocked. This is a good neighbourhood, but still. No way we were leaving you like that, and fuck knows, Wolf would kill us dead if we did.”She managed a small smile now. “Thanks, Kansas.”“Sure.” He moved to the front door. “I know you said you’d be at the bar tonight, but maybe take the night off, huh? You look dead on your feet.”Zoe shrugged. “I said I’d drop by to at least meet Scars, and I don’t like going back on my word.”“The three of us can vouch for you, doll. You were snoring and drooling less than five minutes ago.”She blushed. “Shut up! Was not!”“Nah, you weren’t. Actually, you were pretty fucking adorable.”Her blush deepened. “Shutuuuuup.”Kansas laughed, the sound booming out of that broad chest. “Yeah, Wolf’s

Zoe suddenly realized that she’d been staring at him like a lovesick teenager. She also realized that he still had no clue who the hell she even was. Oh, smooth. She straightened her shoulders, hoped to Christ that her voice came out semi-normal.“I’m Zoe.” Oh, good, she sounded like herself. “Wolf said for me to come here and meet you.”Scars stared down at her, equal parts horrified and delighted. Zoe Parish, in the very delectable flesh, was standing in front of him, and she looked like the best thing he could ever possibly imagine. The thought that he’d be seeing her almost every day was the best news that he’d ever heard, and made him believe that there actually was a God. She was also totally fucking off-limits, since Wolf would skin him alive if he so much as touched one hair on her gorgeous blonde head – which made her nothing but torturous temptation. It also cemented his belief in hell on earth.“Oh.” It came out a grunt, and he cleared his throat. “Oh, right. Hi.”“Hi.”He

“And is he?” Zoe said now.Torn from his thoughts, Scars stared at her, without a clue what she might be talking about. “Is who what?” he asked.“Is Saint a saint?”His hard face cracked into a smile at that, and Zoe almost swooned. Much like a teenaged girl going all stupid over some boy band, Zoe really, truly, almost full-on swooned. Just when she thought that she liked Scars just fine all scowling and rough, he went and smiled at her.Damn him.It looked good on him, the smile. Zoe got the feeling that he wasn’t a man who lightened up a lot or often, and so his smile had the beauty of something rarely seen. Like a solar eclipse or the Northern Lights, it was dazzling and all-too-brief… but it was life-changing. Maybe even life-affirming.Yeah, she was starting to suspect that her life had just changed irrevocably by meeting Scars Innis – and in her confusion and discomfort at that thought, she took a huge gulp of her drink.And promptly began to cough.“Hey, whoa,” Scars said, st