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I decided that I would be brave and go to community college and bring up the baby alone, with the odd handouts from my aunt and uncle. But with the rising cost of inflation, they said that they could no longer afford to help out with the rent. That was three months ago, when things became tough, near enough impossible to maintain until I was evicted from my apartment.

Everything ugly in my life was washed away as my panties became a thing of the past as he yanked them off.

“You on the pill?”

I nodded. I’d definitely taken it last night, right? I probably should have slowed down and checked, but I was stupid, desperate for him. I needed him to come inside me. It was stupid and I should have known better. Yet, I was desperate for him to come inside me.

“Good. I want to feel every part of you.” He shifted my bra strap to the side and then greedily put my breast into his mouth. “It tastes as good as it used to do.”

His words were music to my ears as his tongue gently laced my nipple, and then was met with light bites. No longer was I sitting up against the bar, but laying down with my back in mid-air.

He shifted me to the side, and moved against me, whilst sucking and biting my breasts, whilst his other hand was in between my legs.

“You’re dripping. You’re so damn wet for me. Fuck!”

I could say the same thing, but I couldn’t speak, as the only thing that was leaving my mouth was moans and groans. He grunted as he moved over my body. One minute his mouth was greeting my breasts, then the next it was his hands, as his tongue went down below lapping up every bit of my juices.

“Fuck me Scar.”

He nodded but didn’t change his positions, shifting between his mouth and hands, it was as if he was punishing me. “No. Not like this.”

“What?”

I abruptly sat up, shocked that he was going to do this to me. What did he mean, not like this?

“You belong to another. I can’t just take you. Not after all this time…”

It felt like he’d violated me, as he’d shifted from wanting to fuck me, to wanting to leave me alone. I hated him even more than I’d done before. Then he carried me in his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” I whispered. Feeling completely humiliated, after he’d shifted his ever growing groin.

“I’m taking you to bed. To be with your baby.”

“No! I can get there myself.”

I struggled to get away from him, but he was a lot stronger. I hated him and closed my eyes, pretending I would sleep when he left me. I hated this new Drake.

He was a fucking scar.

A fucking injury to my mind, body and soul.

7

Scar

Iwas alone in the bar, after my encounter with Melinda and leaving her in her bed.

I couldn’t believe the nerve of it, as Steel strode towards me with this hair greased as if he was John Travolta in the movie, Grease. Dad said they were the same age, but Steel had more lines on his face than a crumpled piece of paper. And his jeans were too tight for him. Dad said the man was stuck in the 70s. Whatever. I hated him from the toothpick which was constantly in his mouth to the hair comb that he had to take out and comb his hair. He had enough gel in there to hold it in place for a year.

“The old man, Tank, died and he left me this place.”

What the fuck?“Why would the original member of the Devil's Legacy leave you his share of the land?”

I knew Dad re-built the club, he told me that he used the money he’d saved from his unlawful days which he didn’t share the details about what that meant. Dad had built the house too. Before it was just a barn. The whole land used to be a farm, but he’d restored it, because he had a good sense of the place.

Steel grinned. “Daddy dearest been telling you lies.”

What?

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