All Chapters of The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils MC 1): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Zoe looked away from those burning eyes, hating the treacherous little burst of hope that jumped up in her chest. Oh, God, a part of her wanted to believe that Scars was actually a decent guy. Dammit.“Finally – and this is the big one, so you listen good and close – I’d never do anything to hurt Keira, and you’d better get that straight in your goddamned head right this minute. Of all the things that you’ve said to me, accused me of, flung in my face, that is – by fucking far – the absolute worst. For you to think for one damn second that I’d ever put her in danger, or lay a finger on her in violence, or… I don’t know…even shout at her or scare her, that’s the lowest thing that you could ever say to me. You’re way out of line, Zoe, and you owe me an apology for that, if for nothing else.”“I…”“Actually, you know what?” He shoved her away from him now, got to his feet. “Forget it. For real, this time.” He retrieved his shirt and cut, threw them both over his head and on his body in r

“OK, well…” Wolf set down his coffee cup, looked at Zoe hard, like he was trying to see her insides. “Scars was at college in Texas on a full-ride football scholarship. He was home for Christmas, and his parents and younger brother Sam had come to pick him up from the airport. Bad weather, the car spun out, hit black ice, I think. They went right off a mountain edge, flipped over in the ravine below.”“Oh, my God.”“Sam was only twelve years old then, and Scars was in the back seat with him. Got them both out of their seatbelts, carried Sam clear and to safety. Then he went back for his Mom and Dad, who were both unconscious. By then, the car was on fire.”“He – Scars went back into a burning car to save them?”“You really don’t know who he is, do you?” Wolf rasped. “You don’t have the first fuckin’ clue what he’s made of.”Chastised, ashamed, Zoe was silent.“Anyway. Yeah, he went back to get his parents out, but he couldn’t get the seatbelts loose. He was burnin’ up, Zee, and he sti

Scars had just switched off the coffeemaker when he heard a knock at his front door. He paused, puzzled. One of the benefits of living way the hell up in the mountains was that he never had anyone just randomly showing up and knocking at his door. He figured it had to be Wolf, because who else could it be? Maybe he’d gotten up crazy-early, and was ready to go, and decided to come out here and pick Scars up? Then again, he had heard a car engine go by, not a bike motor, so maybe it was a lost soul, seeking directions back to the city?He strode across his living room, opened the door – and goggled down at Zoe, standing there in the morning sun, looking golden and gorgeous, balancing two steaming cups of takeout coffee and a box of pastries.“Hi,” she began, but that’s as far as she got, because Scars narrowed his eyes, said, “Oh, hell, no!” and shut the door in her face.Zoe stared at the door, sighed. OK, fair enough. She totally deserved that, and honestly, she deserved way worse. Sh

“Bear started touching me all over,” she said, and he knew from her numb, blank expression that she was starting to go back there in her mind. “He was saying – saying awful things about me. Calling me names. The other guys were watching and laughing, and when I begged them to help me, they just laughed more. Then they started telling Bear to do things to me, like putting his hand over my mouth and nose so I couldn’t breathe, and sticking his dick in my mouth by force, and they wanted him to – to rape me with the pool cue.”“No.” Scars felt sick now, actually physically sick. “Tell me that he didn’t do that. Zoe, please, baby. Tell me that none of that happened.”“The suffocation and forced blow-job did,” she said quietly. “And way more stuff, too. Lots of punching. Cutting my breasts with a knife. Beating the bottoms of my feet. Bear was asking for money, see. Said that I was his little whore, and told the guys that if they wanted to see him force me to do something, then they had to

Zoe stood up, legs trembling, crossed the porch to where the most amazing, wonderful man that she’d ever known was standing and waiting for her. He opened his arms, and she just walked right on into them, like she’d been born to be right there in his embrace.Scars slid his hands down her body, cupped her rounded ass in her loose dress, and lifted her right off her feet. She gave a small cry of surprise and grabbed his shoulders. He wrapped her one leg around his waist, then the other, then turned to sit her on the porch railing.“Don’t move,” he said, gently untangling her long limbs. He kissed each of her hands, then pushed her golden curls back off her forehead. “I’ll be back. Just going to get something from my bedroom.”“OK,” she said pertly. “I’ll wait right here.”“You’d better, baby,” he rasped. “‘Cause if you make me track you through the woods, you’ll be damn sorry what happens when I catch you.”Her eyes sparked at the thought of Scars Innis pursuing her through the mountai