**I can confidently tell you guys that I have no voice left. Rush week has completely taken it from me, and bid day hasn't even happened yet. With that said, I was literally so freaking busy this week and so tired that I haven't been on wattpad but like once or twice to see what kind of craziness was going to await me. I hope you guys enjoy this update, but there's a hella cliff ahead, MWAH HA!**

Evan's POV

I knew Scar could tell he'd pissed me off because I refused to let him touch me for the remainder of the game. My father was all too happy about my anger with him as every time he saw me swat at Scar, his lips would pull up at the corners in an amused smirk.

I wrinkled my nose as Brock rushed up to hug me after winning his game, smelling like roadkill and slickened with sweat.

"Thanks for coming. I'm assuming dad's pissed look is due to him being here?" He questioned knowingly while jutting his chin out at Scar. I just laughed and nodded my head before our sibling moment was cut off by one of the opposing team's players.

"Hey baby! I heard you got a sweet tooth and I have a snickers right here for you!" The kid yelled before gripping his dick in his pants and thrusting upwards. The guys around him all laughed as a sneer made its way to my face. How disgusting and disrespectful, at least have a good pick up line if you're going to catcall.

I opened my mouth to yell something sarcastic back, but Scar bent down and took my distraction as a chance to kiss my cheek.

"Don't worry baby. I'll handle it." He murmured before barreling towards the little punk - who now looked like he was going to shit his pants.

"Hey fuckhead, you hitting on my woman?" He roared dramatically, purposely puffing himself out. I couldn't contain my laughter at how quickly the little douche's expression changed from cocky to terrified, shaking his head back and forth rapidly while holding his hands out in surrender.

"N-no man! I was just-" He tried explaining before Scar grabbed him by the front of his jersey and roughly manhandled him before leaning down and quietly speaking to him. The kid's face went stark white as he gulped and nodded to whatever Scar was saying. He pushed the kid away from him before making his way back towards me with a gleeful smile on his face. I couldn't help but playfully roll my eyes at the satisfaction he got from intimidating people.

"Who called you?" I tried once again as we followed after my family to the parking lot. He sighed deeply before opening my car door and smacking my ass as I got in. I yipped before glaring at him as he winked at me. Crossing my arms over my chest, I gave him an expectant look once he was seated and buckled.

"I'll tell you when we get home. I won't be able to drive if I talk about it, I'll be too angry." He reasoned before pulling onto the road. I nodded before leaning my head against the window and trying to come up with any idea of who could've been on the other side of that phone. It wasn't Tanner, I knew that for a fact. Whenever Tanner called, he would get the biggest smile on his face. While I loved that he had at least one good thing come out of his childhood, I couldn't help but hate the guy after what he'd said about me. Especially since I've never met the guy in person and have never confronted him about what he said. A piece of me wonders if Scar ever told him we got engaged. I'd like to think yes, but I'm not confident that that's the correct answer.

I was pulled from my reverie as I heard Scar's door slam. Looking up, I realized he was waiting for me to get out of the car with my door ajar. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts before taking his offered hand and getting out.

"Okay, spill." I demanded the second the front door shut. He took his time removing his shoes before throwing his keys and wallet on the entryway table.

"It was my dad." He rasped out dejectedly before slumping down on the couch. He stared at the ceiling with a lost look in his eyes, not uttering another word. I licked my dry lips before wandering over to where he was seated and straddled his hips. He didn't make a single move - not even to grab my ass. My forehead crinkled with worry as I picked his hands up and placed them on my boobs. No response, his hands just dropped back down to his sides.

"Sebastian, talk to me." I fretted, needing to understand why a phone call from his father had him so worried.

"I love it when you call me by my real name. It makes me feel like a real fucking human being." He confessed, a haunted look in his eyes when ours met. My breathing grew shallow as I grew scared. Why is he speaking like this?

"Baby, you're scaring me." I whimpered before swallowing audibly. He rubbed his hands harshly over his face before pulling my shirt up and sticking his face into the crevice of my cleavage. I couldn't help but laugh at him as he took it even a step further and pulled the shirt back down around his head, encompassing him completely. My laugh halted when he licked a hot strip up chest.

"Seriously, Seb. You need to tell me what's going on. Why did your dad call you?" I asked, pulling my shirt off of his head and giving him a hard look.

"When I first met my dad at my mom's funeral, I had no idea who he was. I'd never met him before and he was just another random dude standing in the back of the church service. It wasn't until my uncle confronted him and told him to leave or he'd call the cops that things turned ugly and identities got revealed.

"This was after I'd started fighting and had gotten good, so I approached them both to back my uncle just in case he needed it. It didn't take much to realize who he was to me once I'd gotten up close. I look just like him, it was almost scary. He said he was sorry for never being there but that he wanted to get to know me. I told him he could shove his fucking apology up his ass because I didn't want a damn thing to do with him. That seemed to really upset him." He trailed off, looking hesitant to continue telling me the story.

"Keep going, Seb. I can handle it." I encouraged. He cleared his throat and nodded his head.

"My dad's in charge of some drug ring or some fucked up shit like that. I've never cared enough to entertain his stupid fucking offers to join his business." He sneered. "What I didn't tell you before was that I found out he's had some of his guys trailing me ever since I turned sixteen, watching my every move. This is why your father fucking hates me being with you, Evangeline. My dad is fucking crazy, princess. He would go to any length to hurt me just so I'll help take over for him. Up until you, there was nothing I've ever cared about. Ever. He's never had any leverage over me, but now he does.

"He found out about you, baby. He called me and threatened to kill you if I didn't comply with his demands. Of course that would never happen, no one will ever hurt you with me in your life, that I'm one thousand percent certain of, but just the audacity he had to even think he could mention hurting you to me and expect to get away with it makes me so Goddamn mad. I'm going to fucking kill him if he ever gets within a hundred feet of you. I swear on my life." He growled, his eyes heating up with bloodlust for his father. I sighed before pressing my forehead against his own.

"Why don't you go out and have a night with the boys? Get your mind off of everything. I'll pick you up when you call. Just go have fun." I insisted. His eyes widened as he stared at me in shock.

"You want me to go get drunk with my friends?" He asked, a hint of confusion in his tone. I laughed at him before removing myself from his lap.

"Yes. I do. I trust you not to do anything too stupid while you're out." I explained with complete honesty. He smirked before pulling himself off the couch and began to rapidly text people. What he didn't know was that this night was also for me. I could use some alone time to just have a night all to myself. Maybe take a long bath, paint my nails, do a face mask, take a break from being fucked to oblivion. I think I was more excited about tonight than he probably was.

"Alright. I'm gonna catch a cab to the bar. You sure you don't want me to stay in baby? I don't know that I feel safe leaving you here all alone after everything that's been going on." He explained with a pained look in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Just don't drink too much. I don't want to clean up vomit in the middle of the night." I spoke through a giggle. He smiled before kissing me and leaving. I threw myself down on the couch with a tired sigh before my stomach started to grumble. I didn't think twice before dialing the pizza place around the corner and went to start up my bath. I think it was safe to say I was absolutely, irrevocably in love with Scar's new bathtub. He'd installed it a couple weeks ago after I complained about wishing we could have romantic bath sex. Imagine my surprise when I came home the next day after work to see a brand spanking new state of the art jacuzzi tub waiting for me.

I'd just added a bath bomb and some essential oils to the water when I heard the doorbell ring. Pulling my robe around my undergarment clad body, I grabbed my wallet before making my way to the door. It was either the pizza boy, or one of Scar's minions here to watch me and make sure I was okay - I knew all of his moves by now. Remembering what he'd told me about always checking the peephole, I was glad I did.

Who the fuck is this guy?

I didn't answer, but rather waited for the guy to get impatient and leave. If he was here for Scar, he can just come back later in the week. I checked the clock on the wall as I waited for my pizza to arrive. After impatiently wandering around the living room for ten more minutes, there was another knock at the door. This time when I checked, I was met with the sight of an acne riddled teen in a hat and polo shirt. I grabbed a wad of cash and opened the door just enough to give him the money and get my pizza.

I counted the cash out loud before the familiar clicking noise of a gun loading caught my attention. My head snapped up as I came face to face with the barrel of a handgun.

"Thanks kid. You served your purpose, not get the fuck outta here before you become a witness to something I'll have to kill you for." The older man gruffly demanded before shoving the kid away and barging into the apartment. My heart was pounding in my chest as I refused to take my eye off the gun in the man's hand.

"Hi there little girl. I think it's about time you met your soon to be father-in-law." The guy sneered out at me. My chest heaved as I locked gazes with the crazy fucking bastard holding me at gunpoint. My God, Scar wasn't lying when he said he looked just like his dad.

"Sir, I don't know what you want with me, but please just-ah!" I screamed in pain as I felt to the floor. I grasped my throbbing cheek in my hand before pulling it back. There was a small trace of blood on my fingers, letting me know he'd split my cheek and most likely lip open when he'd hit me with his gun.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. You speak when I tell you to." He spat. I struggled to contain my tears, not wanting to give this sick fuck the satisfaction of seeing me cry and wither in fear.

"Now, we're going to play a little game, yes? Get up, go grab that chair, and sit down." He said, pointing towards the small dinner table pressed up against the kitchen wall. I scrambled up to do as he said, knowing that if I was going to survive I needed to follow his orders. For now.

"Good girl. Now I see why my boy likes you so much. He's clearly fucked you docile." He cackled, a menacing smile on his face. I didn't say anything in return, partly because I had nothing to say to him and also partly because he wasn't wrong...not that I'd ever tell anyone that.

"Can I at least eat a piece of the pizza I bought?" I asked as my stomach growled. He looked at me with an incredulous look before rolling his eyes and throwing the pizza on my lap.

"When you're done with that, tie your hands up." He ordered while also throwing a roll of duct tape towards me. I ate the slice agonizingly slow, something that he seemed to notice.

"Fucking shove it or I'll cut your fucking tongue off!" He screamed, his patience clearly gone. I jumped at the sudden command before finishing the food in two bites. Grabbing the roll of silver tape, I hesitated while glaring at him under my lashes. I just had to have the night alone...I began unraveling the tape while loosely securing my hands, though I made it look like they were as tight as possible.

"Good. Now, let's have you answer a few questions before we gag you, shall we? Where to start, where to start. Hmm, has my boy told you about me at all?" He asked, feigning disinterest, but I could see that he was intensely listening for my reply.

"Yes, actually. Talks all about how you abandoned him but then showed up at his mom's funeral trying to rope him into your stellar drug business. He's your biggest fan, really." I replied, sarcasm dripping from my every word. I didn't even have time to react as he whipped around and punched me across the face so hard it knocked me out of the chair. The tears came instantly as my cheekbone and eye area throbbed. I had no doubt there'd be a killer black eye forming within hours.

"You'll speak to me with respect you fucking slut!" He roared. I formed a curtain with my hair before taking a quick glance at his face. While he and Scar shared the exact same facial features, Scar's anger turned me on. This man's made my throat lock up with fear. He must've been too angry to continue speaking with me as he pulled my up by my hair and dropped me back into the chair. He squeezed both sides of my cheeks until it was too painful to resist and opened my mouth before he shoved a hand towel in. Sealing my mouth shut with a piece of duct tape ensured that I was royally fucked.

"Much better." He growled before putting the barrel of his gun to my forehead and pulling out his phone. My sobs were muffled by the towel in my mouth as I listened to him banter back and forth in another language to whoever was on the other end of the phone. My face tickled before a single drop of blood landed on my bare leg, letting me know that my forehead injury had yet to cease it's bleeding.

I took another fleeting look at him and realized that he seemed to be distracted enough for me to get my hands out of their confinement and reach for his gun. If I was going to do it though, I had to be fast. Just as I got my first hand out without him noticing, the front doorknob started to jiggle. I could've cried with relief if I wasn't so terrified that it could be another one of his cronies.

The door burst open, revealing a guy around Scar's age that I've never seen before. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as his gaze flew back and forth between me and Scar's dad.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He demanded before reaching his hand behind his back and into his waistband.

"Tanner! Man, what are you doing here?" Scar's dad asked somewhat nervously. He cleared his throat as he fidgeted back and forth between his feet. He lowered the gun from my head before tucking it back into his pants as if the gesture was a peace offering.

"I could ask you the same thing. Who the fuck is this?" Tanner, who I'd just now remembered was Scar's best friend that didn't like me very much although he'd never even met me.

"Just one of Scar's play things, you know how it is. She heard too much before I knew she was here so now I gotta dispose of her." He lied easily. My tears started back up as I frantically shook my head from side to side, pleading Tanner with my eyes not to believe him. He took a good look at my face before setting his sights on my somewhat wrapped hands.

I screamed as seconds later the gunshot echoed throughout the room. I couldn't contain my sobs as Scar's father's body dropped dead to the floor beside me, the bullet wound between his eyes leaking blood all over the floor.