All Chapters of The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Scars stared at Wolf, his mind clicking coldly, precisely into place. The finger in the box, left just outside the door, too damn close to Zoe’s office for his comfort. Someone sinister and menacing, lurking too damn close to Zoe for his comfort.“What’d they find?” Scars demanded. “Did they see someone?”“Yeah. A man hangin’ around the door from the parlour storage room to the parkin’ lot about two weeks ago.”“OK. Anything else?”“Nope. He covered his face and wore a hat, and no car in sight on the video.”“Does then video show him dropping off the box with the finger?”“No. It shows someone pushin’ the box over to the door, usin’ what looks like a long stick. Can’t see who’s actually holdin’ the stick, though.”“So this is all helpful – how, exactly?”Wolf’s gray eyes flashed. “Watch your tone, Innis. I don’t stand for no snappin’ and disrespect.”“Fuck, Wolf.” Scars sighed, mentally acknowledging that at least part of his anger was because of Zoe dashing out after such an intense

“What are you laughing at, gorgeous?” he asked Zoe now. “Turning me down again?”“Yep. Unequivocally.”“Awwww.” Silver looked heartbroken. “How will I go on? How? How?”Keira giggled now, and Silver looked down at her, then he bent and scooped her up into his arms. She squirmed happily when his bushy beard tickled her face, and he grinned at her.“You, little miss, are amazing. Me and Mommy should be celebrating your milestone, huh?”“Oh!” Zoe said, remembering something. “Well… if you have some time and you like red wine before noon, Willa bought me a bottle before she left…”“One small glass of red is awesome, sweetheart.” Silver kissed Keira’s nose, then set her down carefully. “Let me just clean things up in the bathroom. Won’t be a sec.”“Thanks, Silver,” Zoe said. “Great of you to come over at the crack of dawn on a Sunday.”Silver waved a hand. “Burst pipes have no respect for weekends, sweetheart. And I don’t think of eight a.m. as ‘the crack of dawn’ any day of the week.”“No

“Ah, he came to the club young. Barely twenty. Never been anything but a club man, really, and never seen time behind bars. Too smart to get caught, really.”“A bit like Wolf, then,” she said hollowly. “This is the only life he’s ever properly known.”“Yeah, that’s true. And the fact is that between the two of them, Wolf and Scars built up the club to what it is today.”“Since they became President and VP, you mean?”“Nah, gorgeous. I mean – they joined within five years of each other, and even though they didn’t really work together directly much because Scars was into deliveries pretty early, and Wolf was more about backing up the Enforcers, they independently did great work. Gave the club a good rep because they got jobs done, and they were tough, and they came through every time. They didn’t shirk their duties, and were damn hard workers, no matter what they were told to do. You know? They made the club their family, and that kind of loyalty gets noticed. It gets rewarded.”“I kno

Without stopping to consider why she was doing this, Zoe lunged at her purse, got out her small makeup bag. She opened her compact and dusted powder across her nose, put on a bit of blush, even used her lipstick. She gazed into her own eyes, and then lined them with a bit of gold pencil, liking how the color picked up the tiny gold flecks in her eyes, and her blonde curls.She smiled at herself, frowned at the stiffness, tried again. Then she shook her head, annoyed at herself for caring how she looked to damn Scars Innis, and threw the makeup back into her purse. She got to her feet, went into the main work area.“Hi,” she started, then stopped dead in her tracks at the sight greeting her. “Uhhh…”He was lying on his back on Arrow's client table. Shirtless. His arms bent at the elbows, his hands under his head, cradling it like a pillow. The position made those incredible arms bulge with muscle and tendon; his shoulders were huge and hard. His broad, tattooed chest was rising and low

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looping her arms around his neck, carefully avoiding the fresh tattoos. “For Friday night. I – I freaked out. I didn’t want Wolf to see what we’d just… well. You know. What we’d done.”“Are you ashamed to be seen with me, Zoe?” He held his breath, praying hard that he was wrong about this. “Ashamed of what we did?”“No,” she said, startled. “No, Scars. That’s not it, I swear.”“Then what was it that made you run out of there? The truth now, baby.”“The truth.” She sighed heavily, and he held her closer. “OK, well…the truth is that I’m not really sure about… well. You.”“What? What about me?” He stroked her cheek. “Don’t you get it, Zoe? All you need to know about me is that you’ve got me, hook, line, and sinker. You belong with me. We belong together.”“See, that’s the thing, though. We don’t.”“OK, what? We don’t what?”“I can’t belong to anyone, not ever. I don’t want to belong to anyone. Least of all you.”“Least of all me?” he said, the anger is his voi