**HI GUYS I'M BACK. This is a bonus chapter for ya'll because a lot of you wanted to see Scar's POV during the break as well as what Poppy said to him! I hope this is up to your guy's standards because it's literally the longest update I've ever written. This has not been edited at all so please forgive any spelling or grammar errors

ALSO!!!!!!!!! The time in this chapter starts A MONTH AFTER SCAR AND EVANGELINE STARTED THEIR BREAK. If you ask me this question in the comments I'm probably just going to laugh and ignore you bc I literally just answered that question. PLEASE ENJOY!**

One Month Later

Scar's POV

Getting out of bed for work was hard. The day I came home from work to realize that someone had removed all of her things threw me into a savage rage. I almost killed my opponent in the ring that night. Knox tried banning me from The Underground after it happened, but I just kept showing up anyway.

Seeing Knox at his business on renovation jobs was the hardest thing in the world. Knowing that he was my only source of information for the woman I loved, but also knowing that he would never tell me how she was the hardest part. The one time I'd caved enough to ask resulted in me with a black eye, split lip, and swollen jaw. Fuck, could you blame me? It's not like I intended for this to happen! I was just trying to keep her fucking safe for Christ's sake!

The late night thoughts were killing me. I couldn't sleep anymore because the second I closed my eyes all I could see was her. Smiling, laughing, the way her eyes would scrunch closed whenever she was on the brink of an orgasm. And then there was the never ending stream of thoughts.

Did she miss me as much as I missed her? Did she get more than two hours of sleep every night unlike me? Had she moved on already?

The last thought caused me to clench my fists around the steering wheel of my truck as I drove to where Tanner and I were meeting a few men to handled my father's crew once and for all. Executing every single one of them and ensuring my woman's safety was the only thing keeping me going and keeping me holding onto my last bit of sanity I had left.

"Are you nervous?" Tanner muttered from the passenger seat. I just shrugged while taking a deep breath.

"No." I answered simply and truthfully. He'd been on edge around me ever since Evangeline and I split. Everyone had been, really. I even had a few guys quit my company because I was an "insufferable bastard who needed to get his head out of his ass". I was surprised I didn't have a lawsuit on my hands with how badly I beat the little fucker up.

It wasn't my fault, really. Had God not graced me with awful, shitty parents then I wouldn't have had to leave my girl all on her own so that I could take care of business and I wouldn't be in this situation right now. Had Knox just worked with me and given me updates on her well being like I'd been begging, things wouldn't be as bad as they were now.

I knew he felt bad for me. Everytime he saw me, I could see the pity in his eyes for just a split second before it would leave and his anger would resurface. Why he was so fucking angry with me, I had no idea. He should be thanking me for keeping his daughter out of harm's way.

"Just...just don't be a crazy fucking idiot when we get in there, okay? I don't wanna lose my best friend." He asserted. I cleared my throat before nodding my head, unable to verbally promise him anything - because I really couldn't. I couldn't promise him that I was going to go in there totally sane or come out unaffected. These men had fucked with the most important thing to me and now they were going to pay.

Parking a little ways away from the abandoned business complex that still had the condemned papers loitering around, Tanner and I quietly crept out of the car to his brother's that was stationed a few feet away.

"Alright, here's the plan..." His brother started. He handed me a gun, but as I went to pull it away he kept ahold of it as he met my gaze.

"You need to keep your fucking shit in there, you hear me? There's only so much ass covering I can do for you, got it?" He demanded. I just growled at him under my breath before nodding and finally tugging the gun from his hand.

Entering the building, we didn't expect the ambush that was awaiting us. Flicking the safety off I just brought my gun up and started shooting. All I saw was red thinking about what these mother fuckers said about my Evangeline. They were all going to die.

I was lost in my haze of rage until a deep searing pain abruptly started and began spreading throughout my chest. I choked a few times before slumping to the ground as I held the aching part of my body. Bringing my hand back, it was coated in blood. My adrenaline began to wear off as the implications of what was happening finally started sinking in.

Holy fucking shit. I've been shot was the last thought that ran threw my mind before everything went black.

***

I tore my eyes open before trying to shield them from the bright light with my hand, only to discover that my hand was being restrained. Glancing down I realized that I was injected with several tubes that were hooked up to various machines around me.

I didn't think twice before ripping them out of both arms and swinging my feet over the bedside. I had no doubt that I was in a hospital, but that was the only thing I knew for certain. Which hospital, how I got here, and how long I had been out were unknown to me. The blaring of all the machines around me caused a splitting headache to rip through my head as I waited for my spell of dizziness to disappear.

All of a sudden a nurse came rushing into the room while trying to restrain me.

"I need some help in here!" She screamed while trying to keep me down on the bed.

"What the fuck is going on? Where am I?" I demanded before shoving her away from me. "I want Evangeline. Where's my Evangeline?" I begged helplessly. I didn't get my answer before another guy wearing scrubs rushed into the room with a syringe. I tried to shove him away, but my fight was futile as I felt the telltale sting before my world went black once again.

The second time I woke up, I wasn't alone.

"Knox." I croaked out, looking away from him in shame.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that? She's barely alive right now just knowing you left her. I can't even image what your fucking death would do to her. Was that your intent? Trying to get yourself killed? Because it sure as hell looked like a suicide mission." He spat angrily. I swallowed harshly before reaching for the cup on water on my over-the-bed table. 

"No. I was eliminating any threat to her. If it cost me my own life too, then so be it." I growled back.

"You're one dumb son of a bitch." He shook his head in reply.

"Well I'm still fucking here aren't I!" I shouted back, already fed up with him lecturing me over what was in the past.

"You're fucking lucky you are. Had Tanner and his brother not rushed you here before waiting for the police to arrive, you would've been dead." He reasoned, causing me to look away. "You do my daughter any good dead. You're calling her. Now." He demanded.

"No!" I shot back instantly. "Her seeing me in this condition won't do either of us any good. I want to see her when I'm healed and I expect you to respect that decision. As much as it's killing me to not see her, and trust me I've already been fucking dying inside, it won't help our situation if she sees me hurt. You and I both know I'm right." I stated knowingly. He clenched his jaw before shaking his head back and forth before leaving without so much as a goodbye.

***

Two Months Later

Sauntering around our almost completed house, I stumbled on nothing before catching myself with the kitchen island. I could barely see straight in my inebriated state, but that didn't stop me from taking another sip of the bottle of whisky in my hand. A surge of anger spread through my body as I threw the half empty bottle against the wall and watched as it shattered before the caramel colored liquid stained the wall.

Fuck, I need to clean that up or Evangeline will be upset.

Crouching next to the mess I made, I struggled to clean up the mess I'd caused. Just like everything else. I don't know when the first tear fell, but after it did they just wouldn't stop. This was all my fault. If I hadn't been fucking stupid and just listened to the doctor I wouldn't have retorn my stitches and I would've been healed by now. I just wanted my baby back. I wanted her to shove her cold toes against my warm thigh in the middle of the night and I wanted to cuddle her from behind while she made us breakfast.

The only thing that helped numb the pain was alcohol. It numbed my mind and body enough to forget about everything I'd ever fucked up in my life and gave me a moment of peace.

Four weeks. That's all. Just four more weeks. I told myself while looking around the house that I was praying to God my girl would help me make a home.

Three Months Later

It'd been three months. Three fucking months. Three months since I've seen Evangeline, since I've awoken with her head on my chest, sometimes drooling a little from her deep slumber. Three months since we've showered together while she threatens my balls if I didn't stop fondling her (though she never meant it), since she's cleaned up my bloody messes and stitched up my skin after a particularly brutal fight. Everyday seemed to drag on as I continued on my downward spiral to having a pathetically meaningless life - just like it was before she came along.

I had convinced myself that she had moved on and would never take me back, but hell would freeze over before I gave up. She was mine. She would always be mine and nothing was going to fucking change that. Ever.

My hands shook with anticipation as I pulled up to the address I had conned Ellie into giving me. I was amazed when my persuading actually work, but then I just found out she wanted to see me get my ass kicked by her mom.

Pushing the doors open, I practically jogged towards the door. I hadn't even seen the hand coming out and grabbing my shirt and pulling me back.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Knox snarled, clearly unhappy to see me.

"I'm here to get my women." I snapped back, daring him with my eyes to defy me and what I wanted. No, what I needed.

"Get the fuck out of here, Scar. Today of all days you had to fucking show up. Leave!" His voice boomed. I gritted my teeth before shoving him aside as I finally neared the doors. I scanned the room frantically before my sight finally landed on the one person I'd been looking for. My heart began pounding in my chest as everything else in the room blurred, her being the only thing I could see. My feet unknowingly began carrying me over to where she was standing with a more than shocked look on her face.  

"I told you to leave!" Knox tried to rumble quietly behind me, though it ended up coming out a whole hell of a lot louder than he probably intended.

"And I fucking said no!" I yelled back, at my limit with him trying to keep me from Evangeline. I ignored the hundreds of pairs of intrusive eyes on me and Knox as I continued on my way. I didn't give a shit what any of them thought. The only person who matters is her.

"I swear to God, Sebastian, if you don't leave right now I will fucking make you regret it. This is my son's special day, don't you dare ruin it." Knox warned me with finality, a menacing undertone to his voice. I felt my face flush with anger as my body began to work itself up, preparing me for a fight. If he was going to continue to stand in my way, then he had to go.

"Scar, please." Evangeline begged. I whipped my head to the side to stare at her, almost forgetting what her angelic voice sounded like. Her distressed look told me that she knew I was on the verge of losing my shit and pummeling her dad to a pulp. I never fought back because I didn't want to hurt her father, but he was becoming a nuisance.

She finally broke eye contact with me as she swallowed audibly.

"It's fine dad. I'll talk to him." She whispered softly.

"Angel, I really don't think-" Knox started once again, but she cut him off.

"I know, but there's no use in causing even more of a scene." She reasoned before turning and making her way out the door without another word to me. I quickly jolted into action and followed behind her like a puppy. I would follow her to the end of the world.

Once out of the room, she stopped and leaned her back against the wall while staring at my shoes.

"Why are you here?" She rasped out, sounding as if she was in pain. I took a moment to really, truly take in the sight of her.

Fuck, this is all my fault.

"Look at you, baby. What have you done? Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" I whispered hoarsely, bringing up both of my hands to cup her cheeks. I expected her to shake me away, but she surprised me by leaning into my touch. She stayed silent while trying to fight back her tears.

"I have so much to explain." I finally muttered. Her eyes finally snapped open to meet my own, and my God, I missed this feeling. She was my moon, my stars, my world. Looking into these eyes, I saw my future.

"I don't want an explanation. I want you to leave." She demanded harshly. Her words caused an ache in my chest that spread throughout my entire body.

"I need to explain. You have to let me, Evangeline." I begged, not caring how pathetic and weak I sounded. I would do anything to have her understand what my motive was. Her demeanour changed in seconds from holding on to breaking down.

"I c-can't do this. I can't go t-through this every time you decide I'm not good enough f-for you." She sobbed out, slapping away my hands to cover her face with her own as she cried into them. I couldn't help myself as I pulled her into my tight embrace. I couldn't stand the fact that I was the reason she was crying right now.

Not to mention how incredibly fucking wrong she was.

"You will always be good enough for me. Fuck, Evangeline, you've always been too good for me, baby. I don't deserve you at all, but If you'd just let me explain what's been going on I swear to God I'll make it up to you." I insisted. Her cries raised in volume as she threw her arms around the tops of my shoulders and nuzzled her face into my neck. I eagerly welcomed her touch as I hugged her body to her own like my life depended on it. 

"I have missed you so much." I barely managed to choke out. Even I could hear the pain laced in my words. "Let's go somewhere quiet so I can explain." I insisted. She just nodded her head, again catching me off guard with her willingness. Fuck, she's so going to make me pay for my this after we makeup.

I led her up to my rented room before sitting her down and rehashing the whole story to her. I could tell she wanted to interject multiple times, but she smartly chose otherwise and let me finish.

"...I got shot in the chest during the raid, that's why it took me so long to come back to you. Had I not been recovering, this reunion would've happened a month ago." I grimaced as I watched her face morph into one of fury as she processed my words.

"You WHAT!" She screamed, causing my eardrums to ring. "Did my fucking father know about this?" She added on, steam practically coming out of her ears. I didn't reply, but her knowing look led me to believe that she took my silence for an answer. She shot up from where she was sitting on the bed and began pacing the room. "I cannot fucking believe he would keep this from me! I deserved to fucking know what was going on! I could've been there for you! I could've helped you recover!" She ranted, more to herself than to me. My God, I love this woman. I knew my next revelation was going to piss her off even worse.

"Baby, calm down. I asked him not to tell you. I needed to heal so that I could come back to you in one piece. I needed to so that I could hold you just like this and tell you that I will never stop loving you until the day I die." I stated confidently. Her body melted into my hold before she pulled me down for a heated kiss by the back of my neck. I gladly welcomed the kiss and I groaned loudly before gripping her by the back of her thighs and hoisted her up on my body. I crawled onto the king-sized bed before unzipping her dress and ripping it off of her body. Sitting back on my haunches, I let my eyes rake over her thinned frame. 

"Fuck, what have you been doing to yourself Evangeline?" I demanded.

"The only thing that took away the numbness was sleeping. I hardly did anything else." She confessed, her tone heavy-laden with shame. I felt a swarm of disappointment in myself run through my body as I slid my hands over her protruding hips. Squeezing my eyes shut, the hatred I had for myself increased ten-fold. 

"After I make love to you until your vocabulary consists of nothing but moans and my name, we're going to the diner and I'm buying you a cheeseburger." I asserted, which caused her to laugh. She helped me strip out of my clothes before I ripped her remaining undergarments off of her body. She looked like she was about to cry once again as she trailed her fingertips over my fresh scar from the bullet. I let her process her thoughts before deciding I that it was time I start making up for my fuck ups.

"I guess we're going to pray that you have good pullout game." She muttered. I just chuckled at her words before pressing my length all the way into her tight pussy. She threw her head back and moaned at the forgotten sensation before lifting her hips up to meet my own. Her legs tightened around my waist as she dug her nails into my biceps. 

"Fuck, I'm home." I murmured against her plump lips before slowly pulling back out and pressing back in. I began picking up a perfect, steady pace as she continued to readjust to my large length.

"I love you." She husked out into my ear as I bit the sensitive flesh at the junction where her shoulder and neck met.

"Not as much as I love you." I growled back before digging my fingers into her hips and began pounding into her. She bit her lip as she refrained from screaming out in pleasure as I angled my thrusts just enough to hit her spot of pleasure deep inside. Her toes curled against my back as I kept her pressed against my body, her nipples rubbing up against my chest with every movement we made.

"Oh God! Right there, Scar!" She moaned out while trying to meet my fleeting pace thrust for thrust.

"That's right, baby. Daddy knows exactly how you like it. Doesn't he?" I demanded while deepening my thrusts even more.  

"Y-yes!" She shrieked as a slew of curse words left her mouth. I felt the tell-tale clamping of her pussy around my cock and I knew she was almost at completion. Reaching between us, I pressed my thumb against her engorged clit before rubbing it in circles. That was her undoing as she raked her nails down my arms, effectively drawing blood, as she threw her head back and screamed my name. I rooted myself deep inside of her as she clamped me so hard it was borderline painful. I released my own roar of pleasure before pulling out almost a second too late as my hot release splattered all over her body.

I rested my sweat-dampened head against my forearm before leaning back and slowly pulling out of her as she grimaced.

"God, I'm going to be feeling the last hour for a while." She retorted as I laughed. Evangeline's phone buzzing like crazy from where it laid on the floor caught both of our attention. I had no doubt it was probably Knox demanding to know where I'd run off to with her.

"We should probably get back. From what I hear, I need to smooth things over with your mother." I heaved out on a sigh before grabbing a few kleenex off of the night stand and wiping my cum off of her chest.

She giggled before saying, "Oh yeah, she fuckin' hates you." I cursed myself in my head before pinching the bridge of my nose.

***

"You, young man, have some serious explaining to do." Poppy quipped before sending me a deathly glare. I visibly shivered from the intensity of it before clearing my throat and nodding in agreement, not wanting to anger her more than I already had.

"This is all just fine and dandy, but I think it's time we all go back in and celebrate with Troy and Aurora. This is their day." Evangeline emphasized as everyone agreed and turned as we made our way back to the room as one giant group. The second we entered the room, everyone's eyes were on us. Evangeline coughed before smiling in an attempt to diffuse the tension, which seemed to snap everyone out of their curious trance. We both took a step forward towards the dance floor before Poppy's hand shot out and grabbed a handful of my t-shirt.

"Not so fast. You and I are going to have a little talk. Evan, go dance with your father." She ordered before dragging me away to a secluded corner of the room. Fuck me, I'm not going to make it back with my balls intact.

"Listen here you little fucking shit, if you ever hurt my daughter like that again I will hunt you down, tie you up, and cut your fucking balls off, put them in a plastic case, and display them on my Goddamn fireplace for everyone to see! Do I make myself clear?" She growled out while poking me in the center of my chest. My eyes widened as I swallowed audibly, terrified of making a single wrong move.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied with a single nod.

"You better hope you understand what I just said, cause God will forgive my sins for protecting my daughter. Hell hath no fury on a mama scorned, got it?" She finished before giving each of my cheeks a light smack.

"Now, welcome to the family sweetheart."