Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

She jerked the door open, and Scars grinned down at her, all sexy-hot muscles and devastating charm. He was wearing well-worn jeans, a tight blue t-shirt that made his eyes stand out in that hard, scarred face even more, a jean jacket, and his Road Devils cut on top. In one hand, he held a large pizza box; she saw a bottle-shaped paper bag tucked under his arm. He was so achingly huge and strong, and the way he just towered over her in her bare feet made Zoe feel impossibly feminine and fragile.“Hey, beautiful,” he drawled. “How you doin’?”“Don’t call me that, Scars,” she snapped, hating the jolt of desire in her stomach. “I told you that already.”“Wasn’t talking to you, Zoe, so stomp down on that monster ego.” Scars stepped into the house, and she sniffed appreciatively at the delicious smell of super-cheesy and -gooey pizza. “I was talking to this sweet peach.” So gently, so impossibly carefully, he reached for Keira’s tiny hand, shook it with two of his fingers. “Hey, little lad

He’d watched her all week, as per Wolf’s orders, watched her so she had no idea she was being watched, and he’d wished hard for that chance. He’d come over that night, hoping against hope for that chance; or maybe just a chance at a chance. And for a few minutes there, when she’d been holding Keira and watching Scars pour the wine, and she’d had that soft, unguarded look again, he’d thought that maybe he’d be able to beg, borrow, and steal a chance. Even a small one.But the mask was firmly back in place now – and his shaky, wavering chance had just evaporated like the dawn mist.Goddammit, Zoe. I’m not a monster. Just see me, the way I see you. Look with better eyes, baby, I beg of you.“Well?” she snapped, keeping her voice low so that Keira didn’t hear her anger. “Your usual easy lays already all paired off with your brothers for the evening? You do pass them around amongst yourselves, right, the club whores?”“OK – what?” Scars stared at her in horror, so shocked that he actually

By the time Scars got to the MC clubhouse next door to Satan’s Bar, Wolf had gathered everyone in the room they used for important meetings. Scars knew that Wolf wasn’t going to start anything without his Veep present, both out of utter respect for Scars’ position, and because Wolf hated to repeat himself. It was one of the man’s biggest pet peeves: Wolf liked to say something once, and then trust that it was done.Scars entered the room, everyone shuffled over to clear a path for him to get to the front of the room next to Wolf, who was standing at the head of the table. Wolf nodded at him, Scars nodded back. Despite the fact that there were almost twenty men in leather cuts in the room, it was completely silent, save for some shuffling of boots on the floor, a cleared throat here and there, some rustling of clothing.Scars stood then, massive hands in his jeans pockets, and waited. Just waited for whatever the fuck it was that demanded a full club turn-out on such short notice. It h

First, Scars was furious that someone had gotten that close to Zoe. Wolf had charged him with keeping an eye on her, and even though he suspected that the box had been dropped off while Zoe had already been home with Keira, that didn’t make Scars feel much better, or any less guilty. If somebody was skulking around Zoe’s place of work and leaving mangled body parts, then Scars needed to step the hell up.Second – and this was the one to be careful about – Scars had feelings for the woman. Yeah, he was still good and pissed about what she’d said to him in her kitchen, and he intended to give her some space, but maybe he was jumping to conclusions just because he cared about her. Maybe he was seeing threats to Zoe personally where there were none – because Scars knew that if anything happened to her, he’d never forgive himself.So maybe Wolf was right after all: maybe this damn box had nothing at all to do with Zoe. Maybe Scars was looking into the shadows and seeing fanged, clawed mons

Oh, and not just at work. At home, too. Keira had shunned all her other stuffed animals in favor of that damn pink bunny, so every single time Zoe saw her sweet baby girl, she was clutching the little beast. She slept with it, for Christ sake, and dragged it all over God’s green earth. Maria had laughingly reported that the bunny – whose name appeared to be ‘Panda’ for no reason that Zoe or Maria could puzzle out – came on all their walks to the playground, and Keira had introduced Panda to the swings.God, when Zoe remembered how gentle and careful Scars had been with Keira, how that hard, scarred face had softened and sweetened… well. It kicked something deep inside her chest. She was very much afraid that it was her stupid, treacherous heart.And then she’d turned around and been the bitch of the century to the man. Hell, he’d even brought her a veggie pizza and pretty decent wine, asked about her week at work, been respectful and kind… and she’d been a total thunderwhore.The und