Scar’s POV
I was almost home, and it felt like I could not get there fast enough. All I could think about was Rachel, waiting exactly where I told her to be. I needed to f**k tonight. It was the only thing that ever took the edge off my anger, and I had a lot of it burning through me right now.
I had not found Mo. She was not at her apartment or her job. She was hiding, which only confirmed that Paul’s mess ran deeper and darker than I originally thought. Rachel could never find out the truth. If she did, she would not stop until everyone involved was dead.
I turned down my street and pulled into the garage. The familiar pressure behind my eyes throbbed as soon as the engine cut off. I swallowed my meds with a beer, the ache in my head pulsing harder. The migraines were getting worse. I
