finished.
Uncle Billy steps in front of Scott with a rusted, old mop bucket in his hands. He grins evilly and tosses what appears to be a full bucket of filthy water into Scott’s chest and face. “Wakey, wakey.”
Billy seems to be enjoying this a bit too much.
Scott coughs and hacks weakly for so long, I start to think the fit may end with him dead.
Billy laughs and slaps me on the back. “There he is.”
I see why people call him Bad Billy.
“Now, he needs to know why.” Jam repeats his last directive and nods at me. He’s right. Scott needs to know Elle is off limits from this moment forward. Without thinking, I reach back and peel off the mask covering my face. “Forget you ever knew Elle.”
Scott blinks repeatedly, trying to focus his eyes on my face before him. It doesn’t take long.
“Dawson?” He mumbles, glancing from me to the others. It only takes a moment for him to realize, the other men in the room are from the Bastards.
Before I can say anything else, Jam steps in. “And I’m damn sure you know who the fuck we are too.” Jam and Billy leave their masks on as he slowly nods his head twice.
Frost still sits motionless behind Scott, with no mask; the blank look on his face screams bad intentions.
Without warning, Billy walks out of the office, followed by Jam, who stops at the door and turns to face me. “Let’s go.”
I follow without hesitation.
“So, taking your mask off - that was one way to go, I guess.” He sounds amused.
“That’s what you meant for me to do, right?” I ask.
“Personally, I’d have gone with a detailed threat myself, but it worked for you.” I can still hear laughter in his tone.
“Now what happens?” I ask, my stomach unsettled from the events of this night.
“Now little brother, you use that sink in the garage to clean yourself up, you go home and figure out how to get Elle back.”
“And Scott?” I’m almost afraid to ask, but I need to know.
Jam looks hesitant to answer at first, but then shrugs it off. “While I’m thoroughly pleased and even a little impressed with the beating you dropped on our buddy in there; I’m afraid Scotty is gonna need a more permanent reminder of our expectations.”
“What does that even,” I begin to ask, but Jam interrupts. “Go home, little brother.”
I turn to leave as Jam and Billy head back inside the office. Through the open door, I see Frost finally move, stepping in close behind Scott.
He’s smiling.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Elle
The past two weeks have crawled by at a turtle’s pace. Every day without Josh feels like three. I’ve been trying to keep myself occupied with work to distract me from how much I miss him, but it’s not helping. He’s never far from my mind, no matter how busy I try to stay.
Tonight, I’m finally going to get out and meet my girls, Janny and Kenna. I need some female interaction and distraction from the mess my love life has become. I never imagined being in this position. Things were much simpler when my heart didn’t get involved. However, I wouldn’t change a thing about the time I had with Josh except I’d wish for more of it - maybe a lifetime of days with him. Forever has a nice ring to it. I haven’t heard from Scott since the night we went to the charity auction. I’m not sure why he hasn’t ordered me to go somewhere with him yet, but I’ll take the respite from his company. It’s wishful thinking on my part, but I hope he forgets about me. Maybe he’ll meet a girl who’ll suck his dick better than anyone ever has.
Gathering up my keys and purse, as I prepare to leave, there’s a knock on the door. Frowning, at the delay this will cause, I open the door.
“Josh,” I whisper. I’m surprised to see him.
“Elle, can I come in?” he questions, both hands shoved into his front pockets.
Nodding, I step back and usher him inside, before closing the door.
Spinning around, my eyes scan over Josh. He nervously runs a hand through his hair and I notice blood on his knuckles. Catching his hand between mine, I draw it closer to my face.
Gently running a finger over the multiple raw splits in the skin on his knuckles, I peer up at him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Scott Granger, not so much.”
I gasp, one hand raising to my chest. “What