Acid (Black Hearts MC #7)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ACID

6 weeks later

I looked at Rhea any chance I could get. It was like I had to remind myself that I wasn’t dreaming, that she was real, and that she was mine. Her eyes would often find mine from across the room, and a small smile would spread across her lips. I didn’t deserve her, I knew that. I would spend the rest of my fucking life worshiping the fucking ground she walked on, because she deserved nothing less.

“Pres is going to call church. We’ve finally found a way,” Spider says as he comes to stand beside me. I look at him, seeing the darkness is still in his eyes. That wouldn’t go until we got Scar back where he belongs. We knew he was alive, because one of Eugene’s men was easily bribed to feed us updates on him. He would always say he’s alive, and never anything else. Never what he’s endured.

“That’s good,” I sigh, relieved. I know having Scar back will bring back the spark that is missing from Rhea’s eyes. She misses him. She wanted to thank him for sacrificing himself for me, and although that guilt had eased for her, partly due to me fucking it out of her, I know it would never be completely gone until he was home. Hell, I had my own gratitude and guilt I needed to offload.

“Yeah, let’s just hope he isn’t too far gone when we get him out of there,” Spider sighs before slamming his hand down on my shoulder, gripping it tightly before he walks away.

I know what he means. None of us know what he has had to endure there, and if my short time there was anything to go by, I know it would be worse than hell.

Scar

Alone, locked away in a dark basement, the only time I see light is when Eugene wants to torture me. Not enough to kill me, no. He knows that would break the agreement and that my brothers would skin him alive for it. He realised when we turned up that day to get Acid that he isn’t untouchable, at least not from us. That’s why I made the deal. I knew he would take it. He would save face and Rhea would be happy. For all the hits, the cuts, the fucking chains, and even fucking tasers, I’ve never felt pain like seeing the woman you’ve fallen for be in love with someone else.

I mean, I knew she had feelings for me too, but not like she did for him. Seeing her sat there, not eating or drinking, seeing her in agony knowing that he was dying, I couldn’t fucking bear it. I could have been selfish and let him die, allow her to grieve and then wait for her to fall in love with me like she had with him, but I knew I couldn’t do that to her, or to my brother. I would rather suffer in this hell and know she is happy than see her in pain.

The door opens, letting in a small beam of light. I sit up on my old filthy mattress on the floor, my body screaming in protest at the movement. I turn and face whatever it is they plan on doing to me know. I never crack, and I never show them weakness.

A silhouette fills the doorway, smaller and curvier than usual. I close my eyes as I smell sweet citrus perfume. She walks in, her footsteps light, as if she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s here. She places an apple on the ground near me, along with a bottle of water. She stands there for a moment in complete silence.

“Thank you,” I rasp, my voice dry due to not having had water since yesterday. I squint as I try to make out her features in the dim light. She just nods and moves to leave. “Who are you?” I ask.

The light from the outside surrounds her like she’s an angel. She pauses, not turning around to face me, the light shining on her rich auburn hair. “Elsie,” she says softly before leaving and locking the door behind her, surrounding me in darkness once again, like she was never even there.

The End