The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,89

on top of me and shoved himself deep inside my pussy. He was never gentle with me, fucking me like I didn’t mean a damn thing to him.

But I liked it.

I had a dream I was walking down the road when a car sped by and slammed right into a tree.

I ran to the window to see if I could help whoever was behind the wheel, and I came face-to-face with my father. Eyes wide open with blood gushing down his face, he was already dead. My mother was in the passenger seat, a branch impaling her right through her stomach. I could smell the smoke from the engine and the blood from their wounds. In the back seat was Joey, a grown man as I last saw him. He was dead on impact. “Ahh!”

“London.” Crewe’s deep voice sounded in my ear, bringing me back to reality. “It’s a dream. Wake up.”

I kicked the sheets away like they were nets about to drag me underwater. Sweat was streaked up and down my arms and the backs of my thighs. I fought against an invisible foe, running from the car in my dream.

He grabbed me by both shoulders and shook me. “London, wake up.”

I finally opened my eyes and saw the dark bedroom around me. I knew I was with Crewe, but I couldn’t remember where. It was all a nightmare, a horrible dream that wasn’t real. I jumped out of bed and felt the cold draft since I was naked. I ran to the fireplace then darted to the couch, moving so I wouldn’t stand still. “Where am I?” This wasn’t Scotland. This wasn’t the island. I couldn’t remember where I was. I was still asleep.

“Italy.” Crewe got out of bed then slowly approached me, over six feet of pure man. “We came here to do business with Crow and Cane. You met them earlier today.” He kept his voice low as if that might keep me calm.

I wrapped my arms around my body to hide my nakedness even though he’d already seen me. I backed farther into the chair and breathed deeply, trying to catch my breath and stop my frantically beating heart. No matter what I did, I couldn’t calm down. My family’s dead faces kept flashing before my eyes.

“I can’t lose him…I can’t.” I burst into sobs, heavy sobs that made me shake.

“Lovely, whom? Can’t lose whom?” He inched closer to me until his hand moved to my shoulder.

“Joey…he’s all I have left.” I covered my face with my palms and wept, my body shaking from the exertion. I didn’t cry in front of people. I didn’t cry at all. It didn’t solve anything. It didn’t make my problems go away. But I was out of my mind and still partially asleep.

Crewe wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, his strong arms acting as steel gates. His fingers moved into my hair, and he stroked me. “Shh…just a dream. Everything is alright.”

I forced myself to stop crying, to stop feeling the violent emotions raging in my chest. With every single breath, I slowly calmed down until I was back to normal. The tears absorbed back into my skin, and I listened to Crewe’s heartbeat for comfort.

It was just a nightmare.

A dream.

It’ll be alright.

I had to talk myself through this hardship, but I was used to Joey being the one to console me. Even when I had a bad day in class, I called him and told him all about it. He wasn’t just my brother. He was my whole family wrapped up into a single person. Without him, I was all alone. “I’m sorry…” I pulled away from Crewe, knowing I irritated him with my episode. He’d been woken up in the middle of the night with my tantrum, something he couldn’t care less about. “Sometimes I have really vivid dreams if I drink too much…” I didn’t want to see the anger in his eyes, so I didn’t look at him.

He grabbed me by the elbow and guided me back into his chest. “It’s alright, Lovely. I have nightmares too.”

“You do?” Once my face was pressed against his chest again, I felt better. His heartbeat consoled me in a way I could never explain.

“All the time.” He guided me to the bed and pulled the covers back so he could tuck me in. “You aren’t alone.”

My head hit the pillow, and he pulled the covers over me, tucking me in like a