Scar’s POV
It took some fighting, but I eventually got Rachel on the back of my bike. She didn’t go willingly. She resisted until the last second, stiff and angry when she finally climbed on. Once the engine started and I pulled out into the street, though, her arms came around me. At first it was hesitant, like she was forcing herself to do it, but as we picked up speed, she held on tighter.
I had never been the kind of man who believed in love or relationships. I didn’t care for emotional attachments or the things people told themselves to feel better about their lives. This marriage wasn’t about affection. It was about having a child to carry my name and keep my family line going after I was gone. That was the only reason I wanted to do any of this. What she chose to do with her life
