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The Scarred One(18)

By:Sam Crescent


“She’s a lovely friend but doesn’t have the best taste in clothing.” Lydia sighed, running her hand down her legs.

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look cute.”

He looked toward her, seeing her cheeks heat under his compliment. “Are you blushing?”

“A little. I don’t know how to take you right now.” She pushed her hair behind her.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve never been the nicest man to get to know. I don’t know. You’re coming across as being kind of sweet.”

He gasped, turning to look at her. “Don’t ever tell anyone that I’m being sweet.”

“Are you going to stop visiting your whores?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Jesus, woman, you’re going to give me fucking whiplash with the change of conversation.”

“Answer the question.”

Henry pulled into the parking lot for her apartment. The rest of the cars were not as classy as Caleb’s. Cutting the engine, he glanced over at her. She was resting against the door, staring at him.

“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“Last night you said that you hated going to whores. I just wondered if you were going to make a change or stick to doing what you clearly like doing.”

Was she jealous?

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ve not found a woman to look past the scars. I’ve got needs, and for a price whores fill them.”

Tears were shining in her eyes. “It’s, erm, it’s good to know.”

She scrambled out of the car, confusing him more.

Following behind her, it didn’t take him long to keep into step beside her.

Her movements were slow as she was still in pain. He didn’t rush her.

“What’s with the attitude?” he asked, opening the door for her to go through.

“Nothing is wrong. I’ve not got an attitude.”

They walked toward the elevator only to see that it was out of order.

Lydia cursed. “Great, this is not my day.” She pressed a hand to her head.

What was he missing?

They walked toward the steps, and he made sure to stand behind her. She lived on the fifth floor. He’d be having a word with maintenance and the landlord in the next couple of hours. By the time they made it up the first flight of stairs, she stopped, pressing a hand to her ribs.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t worry. Take your time.”

“How are you doing it?” She leaned against the wall and looked at him through hooded eyes.

“What?”

“Not hurting.”

He smiled. “I’m not the one with the cracked ribs. Come on, you can lean on me.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Henry was careful not to jar her body or cause her any more pain.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the steps slowly.

“No problem.”

Together they made their way up to her apartment. Nothing had changed since the last time he came here. He had the keys and eased them into the lock, opening the door with ease.

“I don’t like how little you take care of yourself. There should be a lot more security here for a woman living alone.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I rarely cause problems, Henry. The only problem I see is the fact I hang around with a woman who has criminals for friends.”

“We’re not all bad criminals.” He locked the door, looking at the flimsy piece of metal keeping other people away. “This is not going to do at all.”

“What do you mean? I’ve never had any problems before. This is my place, and I’ve never had any problems with it.” She lowered herself onto her ratty sofa.

Her space was small yet filled with so much personality. It was vibrant, like the woman. He was shocked by how feminine her space had become since he last visited. The last time he visited being when he killed her then-boyfriend. It was not a good idea to bring that up. Staring at the lock he knew he needed to take their safety in his own hands.

“We’re not staying here.” He moved from the sitting room and opened the first door across the room. He found the bathroom, and the door next to that was a store room.

The only door left led him straight to her bedroom.

Pulling out his cell phone he dialed Caleb’s number.

“You’ve only just gone. Are you having trouble already?”

“No. Change of plans. There’s no way she and I can stay here. It’s unsafe, and there’s no way I’m not sleeping just to keep us alive.” He opened doors to her wardrobe finding a suitcase. “I’m going to take her to my condo.”