The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,172

back to Scotland to tell Crewe you want to get back together?” he asked incredulously.

“I guess.” I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to apologize for being responsible for the death of his men, for being the reason he was shot. I wanted to feel him in my arms and know he was okay. I hadn’t stopped thinking about it, having nightmares about it.

Joseph shook his head. “I know bossing you around is a waste of time, but don’t bother.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you think Crewe is gonna welcome you back with open arms, think again.”

“I doubt it’ll be with open arms, but—”

“And he might kill you.”

That was one thing I knew for certain would never happen. Even when he was bleeding out onto the floor, he cooperated with Ariel to protect me. I was the reason why he was shot, but he still put me first.

I knew he really loved me.

“He wouldn’t hurt me,” I said with confidence. “I don’t know how he’ll react, but it won’t be violently.”

“Even if you’re right, he’ll never take you back. You embarrassed him, lied to him, and humiliated him in front of all of his men. If the past has taught you anything, it’s that Crewe always gets even. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t forgive you for what you did and move on.”

“It’s not like he’s so innocent.”

He chuckled. “Trust me, he doesn’t see it like that.”

His warning didn’t change anything. If I didn’t speak to Crewe and at least make an attempt, I would think about it forever. I would live in regret for not knowing what could have happened. “I’m going to do it anyway and hope for the best.”

Joseph didn’t hide his look of disappointment. His enemy captured me as payback, and now I wanted to go back to him. It was something he couldn’t wrap his brain around. “You want me to go with you?”

“No,” I blurted. “That’ll just make it hostile. I have to go alone.”

“Are you sure?” he pressed. “I can wait by the road. Who knows what his men will do to you.”

“They won’t hurt me.” Crewe made his orders very clear. Even when he didn’t owe me anything, he still looked after me.

“How can you be so sure?”

If I loved Crewe after everything he put me through, then he still loved me. That was something I believed. “I just am.”

42

Crewe

“What happened here?” Sasha sat on my lap with her legs straddled over my hips. Her huge tits were in my face, and her petite waist was perfect to grab on to. Her hand snaked up my chest to the scar over my pec. Thin black lines stretched over my pec from where the surgeons cut me open then put me back together.

“I got shot.”

“Ooh…” Her fingers moved gently across the wound. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Not a big deal. Just a battle scar.”

“And quite the conversation piece.” She spoke perfect English but had a heavy French accent. I liked listening to it when we were in bed together.

Meaningless sex with women acted as a great distraction. I didn’t think about the woman who caused more damage than the bullet that nearly pierced my heart. And when I was pretty much drunk all the time, that helped too. Not to mention the painkillers I was still on. “Yeah, I suppose.”

Someone knocked on my door even though it was almost nine o’ clock. “Sir?” Dimitri’s voice carried into the bedroom. “I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s urgent.”

I had a naked woman on my lap. Nothing was that urgent. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

Dimitri’s feet didn’t fade away as if he walked off. His mouth was right by the door. “It’s Lady London. She’s here. Do you still want me to send her away?”

My entire body froze when I heard what he said. At first, I thought I imagined the entire thing, but my fingertips pressed into Sasha’s hips, reminding me that this wasn’t a dream. This was really happening. “London?”

“She’s outside, sir,” Dimitri said. “What are your orders?”

Sasha looked down at me. “Who’s London?”

I ignored what she said. She wasn’t even there. “I’ll be down in ten minutes.” I rolled Sasha off me and grabbed my boxers and jeans from where they lay on the floor. I yanked them on and picked a random t-shirt from my closet.

Sasha sat up in bed and pulled the covers to her chest. “Who’s London?” she repeated.

I straightened my hair with my fingers as best