Scar’s POV
I had not seen or heard from Rachel since I sent her to her room to get some sleep. I had been lying in bed for nearly two hours, staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to shut my eyes. Every time I did, my mind dragged me back to the club bathroom. To her. I had never had a woman keep me awake like this. I had never thought about anyone this much, and it pissed me off more than it should have.
When I finally sat up, my phone buzzed with a notification. Movement detected in the garage. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. Grabbing my gun, I c****d it, already prepared to put a bullet into whoever kept setting off my motion sensors.
I made my way down to the garage, and the sight waiting for me almost made me laugh. There was Spitfire, drunk and determined,
