Rachel’s POV
I tried to steady my breathing while Scar fixed his pants, my eyes drifting to his hands before I could stop myself. I wondered what he was working with down there, and the thought made heat crawl back into my skin.
It was f****d up. I knew that. Letting a man I barely knew finger me like that in a club bathroom should have scared me. It should have made me regret everything.
But it didn’t.
He caught me staring.
My gaze dropped instantly to the floor, my face burning as I tried to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks.
“Let’s f*****g go,” he said. “It’s time to tell your lovely mother what I want in return for helping her ass.”
Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my arm.
“Hey,” I started, but he was already unlocking the door.
He dragged me out of the bathroo
