**THIS IS YOUR UPDATE FOR THE WEEK AS I AM TOTALLY BUSY ALL DAY TOMORROW. I REPEAT THERE WILL BE NO UPDATE TOMORROW SO THIS IS YOUR REPLACEMENT UPDATE. Even though that shit is bolded, italicized, AND underlined I guarantee you I'm going to have someone comment and ask me when I'm updating tomorrow. Never fails lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this part!

UPDATE: lol I hate myself because I have just discovered that I cannot change my stories back to public now that they're private - which I think is so freaking dumb. I wish I would've know that before I made them private because so many of you are having issues with viewing the stories. I wish there was some way I could fix this without having to pretty much re-uploading the book all over again - which I'm not going to do.**

Evan's POV

I was running around Scar's apartment, desperately trying to find a pair of clean leggings to wear. My mom had just called saying her and my dad were finally on their way home from the hospital. As the doctor promised, they kept him for a week just to make sure everything was okay. Needless to say, everyone in the family was anxious for Friday to finally roll around.

"Scar, have you seen any of my pants?" I yelled out, digging through the laundry hamper in the bedroom. Neither of us had really come to realize how permanent of a fixture I was at his house until pretty much all of my things were here instead of my parents place. Obviously it made sense beings as we were engaged, but me living with him was just kind of an unspoken agreement that just ended up happening over time. While my father was still in his coma, I couldn't stand being alone or surround with people. I only liked being around Scar, really. Even then, I was still a mega bitch. It's a wonder he didn't take the ring back and just kick my ass out.

"I wouldn't consider those scraps of stretchy black material as pants, princess." He muttered in amusement as he came to lean against the doorframe of the bedroom.

"Says the man who complains when I wear anything but them because he likes staring at my ass whenever he can." I mocked as he scoffed in response. I shot him my try me glare as he rolled his eyes and conceded to the argument. He knew he wasn't going to win.

"Here." He said, extending his hand in which was holding what looked to be a clean pair of pants. I yelled a dramatic ah-ha! before snatching them from him and quickly pulling them on.

"I really don't wanna do this." He grumbled through a sigh, obviously thinking about the confrontation we were undoubtedly about to have with my father in about half an hour.

"Yeah, well I really wasn't in the mood to suck your dick last night but I did because you asked." I retorted, giving him a pointed look before I began putting my hair up. I saw him smirk at me in the mirror I made him hang above his dresser before he closed the space between us and pulled me back against him by my hips.

"I know baby, and this is why I love you." He murmured while nuzzling into my neck. I immediately stopped fumbling with my hair as I stood frozen with shock. Did he just...? Obviously noticing my change in demeanor, he looked up and met my eyes with his own. The shock was written all over my face, something that he just smiled at before rolling his eyes playfully.

"Don't give me that look, Evangeline." He scolded before smacking my ass.

"But you just-" I started to counter, but he cut me off.

"I know what I said, baby. I already told you that I don't believe in words, but rather actions. That doesn't mean I'm never going to tell you how I feel and that I love you." He explained as if it were the most simple thing ever. He'd finally said those three special words. No dancing around it, no hinting at it. Just simply said it. My heart was beating out of my chest as he continued to languidly rub my hips with his fingers.

"Say it again." I whispered timidly. I wasn't ever the type to need validation from a man, but just hearing him utter those words made my world tilt on it's axis in the most incredible way.

"What? That I love you?" He asked slightly confused. I nodded while staring intently into his eyes; trying to find any form of deception as he spoke.

"I love you Evangeline." He stated confidently before kissing the top of my head. "This should have been your first clue." He spoke while picking up my left hand and fumbling with the ring he'd given me. "Actually, no, that's a lie. The first clue was me not pursuing our argument and kicking you out after we'd finished having sex the first time. The second clue was me doing you a few favors even after our one night stand was done. The third was me taking your key without a second thought. After that, It was all downhill from there." He said through a happy laugh as a reminiscent look took over his face. I smiled as he retold the not-so-long-ago memories of how this crazy relationship came to be.

If someone would've told me two months ago that I would be unofficially living at my tattooed, sailor-mouthed, domineering, boundary-crossing fiance who kisses me like he loves me but fucks me like he hates me, I would have laughed in their face and told them they were dead wrong. And then I would've gone back to wallowing in my self-pity. Funny how things work out sometimes...

"Come on. Your dad already hates me and the longer we postpone this the more his hatred will grow." He muttered casually. I just laughed at him and shook my head.

"He doesn't hate you, Scar. Well, maybe a little bit because he knows we've been...intimate and because you've described how intimate we've been, but I know he doesn't despise you. That's worth something, at least." I reassured. He snorted and sarcastically grumbled a yeah right under his breath before intertwining our fingers with one hand and grabbing his keys with the other.

I was more than surprised when Scar maintained his calm, collected attitude the entire car ride. Every guy I've ever been involved with would have been shitting themselves at this point.

"Why do you keep staring at me like I've got three heads?" Scar asked aloud before pulling into my parents' driveway and giving me a curious look with a single raised eyebrow.

"I'm resigned to the conversation that's about to happen. I've been close with your father for a good amount of time. Then there's also the fact that, no matter how much it pisses him off, he and I both know I could kick his ass in a fight. I'm not afraid of your dad, baby. But you should be afraid of your daddy because when we get home I'm going to fucking wreck your pussy." He growled before swooping down and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. My toes curled in my shoes as he sucked on my tongue. I cradled his face in my hands as the kiss grew more heated, not surprised when I felt his hand cup my ass and bring me closer towards him.

I broke away instantly when I heard an all too familiar noise. Pushing Scar away from me, I huffed under my breath as I caught sight of my dad standing just outside the front door with his shotgun in hand. I rolled my eyes as Scar chuckled quietly at my dad loading his gun before climbing out of the car.

"Put the gun away dad, it's not scaring either of us." I scolded as we both neared where he was standing. He didn't reply to me, just kept his harsh gaze on Scar.

"Knox, knock it off. You're never going to get any talking done while trying to threaten him." My mom reprimanded from right behind him. I held back my giggle as my dad conceded instantly, handing the gun over to my mom who just smirked and rolled her eyes before walking away.

"My office." My dad grunted before spinning on his heels and stalking off.

"I don't think he's spoken a full sentence to me since he found out about us fucking." Scar said with a snort of laughter. I smacked his chest with the back of my hand as he walked behind me.

"Stop being so crass." I whisper yelled. "That's only going to get the both of us in more trouble. We're lucky he's even willing to talk about letting us continue seeing each other. I don't even want to know how my mom managed that." I stated with a shudder.

"Then hell, let's go out with a bang. Literally." He growled against the shell of my ear before grinding his dick against my ass. I gasped before slapping his hands away.

"I can't believe you! This is a serious matter! Life or death!" I hissed under my breath as my father's office was just down the hall from where we were. No doubt he could hear bits and pieces of our conversation.

"So is this." He groaned, clearly referring to his engorged member straining against his pants. I opened my mouth to yell at him, but he cupped me between the legs and leant me against the wall. His thumb push up against my clit through the thin material of my pants, causing me to release a squeak of pleasure.

"Evangeline." My father's deep voice called out, echoing throughout the space.

"Later." I insisted quietly before putting a respectable amount of space between the two of us and entering what used to be my sanctuary, but was now my own personal torture chamber. I quickly took a seat before watching Scar slunk into the room and plopped down next to me, hands folded in his lap to hide his still- growing erection.

"You start from the beginning." My dad demanded while looking right at me, giving me his signature glare that meant no funny business.

"When I caught Brandon cheating, I went into a bit of a depression. I didn't want to do anything anymore. I didn't feel like I was good enough for anyone. I called grandma about two weeks later and she came over and had a talk with me. I don't know what came over me, but afterwards I realized I was tired of living life the way I was. I wanted adventure. I wanted something that was worthy of getting up out of bed every morning. I might have been a little manic at the time, but I ended up at the same bar you caught us in together. I met Scar and then, uh-"

"You went home with him." My dad finished for me, eyes turning dark with anger as his gaze flitted back and forth between the two of us.

"Yes. I did, but you know for a fact that you and mom raised me to trust whatever my gut told me and nothing that night ever felt wrong." I stated, only cringing after I realized how awful that sounded. "Wait, um, no, that's not - shit - that's not what I meant. Oh hell, you know what I'm trying to say." I exasperated as my dad looked like he was about to pull all of his hair out. Scar's eyes had an amused twinkle to them as he hid his smile behind his hand. I whacked him with the pillow I'd had on my lap before hissing, "it's not funny!" My dad cleared his throat, clearly still not satisfied with how much I've told him.

"Sorry. Anyway, from that night on we just kind of hung out. I'll admit, I knew you two had some sort of relationship because I first saw you two talk when I was at one of Scar's fights. I didn't have any clue as to why you were there, but it freaked me out. Then, there was that day you came over to his place and I hid in his bedroom until you left. After that, I knew I was going to have to tell you about him and I, but I had no idea how to do it. I never realized how much time we were spending together until things got pretty serious and you banned me from seeing him after you saw us together at the bar. I was upset with you and planned for me to spend the night with Scar at Tansy's place behind you and mom's back. At the time, I was angry with you for trying to control my life, so Scar suggested Vegas." I explained.

"Way to throw me under the bus, baby." He murmured sarcastically to which I laughed quietly before continuing as if he hadn't said anything.

"When we got there, I was still feeling the excited effects of the adrenaline rush. It wasn't until we got to the wedding boutique and I talked to mom that I realized how big of a mistake getting married without my family present would've been. We planned to leave the next morning after seeing all that Vegas had to offer. Then that's when we got the call about you." I rasped out, voice becoming thick with emotion as I thought about him lying hopelessly in the hospital bed. I heard my dad sigh in resignation before leaning back in his chair.

"I was at the underground because I own it. It was the only thing that kept me out of jail while I was growing up, so I wanted to have a place where kids like me could go to get a release and make a bit of money while doing it. I never expected you to ever be caught up in any of that shit, honey. Your mother is the only one in our family who knows about it-"

"Hold up, mom knows about this?" I sputtered, shocked beyond belief.

"Of course she does. She knew how horrible my temper was and still is. This was the healthiest way for me to let out my anger when it gets to be too much." He explained. I just nodded silently before waiting for him to continue.

"As I was saying, I didn't want any part of that time in my life to touch you or your siblings, but clearly that didn't work out as planned." He grumbled while shooting a dirty look towards Scar who just shrugged in return.

"That still doesn't excuse you from trying to control who I have a relationship with." I reprimanded.

"Sweetheart, you have to understand where I'm coming from. I warned you your entire life to stay away from this life. That is why I blew up so horribly. Not because you were dating, but because of who you were dating. This is the exact reason I never wanted this life for you. It's dangerous." He said, pointing towards where he'd been shot as his voice rose.

"But dad, that wasn't even from another fighter! That was from some psycho fucking deranged cop!" I countered, matching his volume.

"Evangeline-" He began, his temper starting to get the best of him.

"Knox, I love your daughter very much." Scar suddenly stated, leaving no room for question as he cut my dad's words off. I clamped my mouth shut, just watching the scene before me play out. My dad didn't say anything in return, just kept his mouth shut and waited for Scar to continue.

"Did we start out the relationship in the most conventional way? Fuck no. Does that mean I love her any less? Fuck no. You know my past and you know that I never wanted any of this. I never wanted kids, I never wanted to be chained, I never wanted the whole fucking white picket fence bullshit. You've told me yourself when you find a good, loyal woman, you grab onto that shit and never let go. Well, that's exactly what I'm doing right now, and if all of that shit is what she wants then I guess that's what I want too. Long story short, don't expect me to go anywhere because I'm not going to." He finished. While it wasn't the most eloquently worded speech ever, it seemed to do the job at shutting my father up and making my panties flood with heat.

"Are you at least using protection?" My father asked as the vein in his neck throbbed. He was clearly unhappy about this topic, but he was at least showing some restraint.

"I got the implant the day after everything happened with Ellie and Beckett." I explained. My dad seemed to visibly relax just the slightest bit.

"Huh, good to know." Scar mumbled under his breath. It was then that I realized he'd never questioned me once after we started having sex without condoms; almost as if it hadn't of been a concern of his.

"What is that supposed to mean?" My father growled while looking back and forth between the two of us.

"We haven't been using condoms, I just figured since she's a smart girl she was on some kind of birth control. Otherwise she would've been making me glove up this whole time." Scar explained, clearly not understanding that while he must still consider my father a friend, he couldn't talk to him as if he were his friend when the topic is me.

My dad's face turned bright red as he tried miserably to contain what he was feeling.

"My god, you can be so dumb." I growled at him to which he just shrugged his shoulders. "Dad, please calm down. I know that for some reason every female in or involved with this fucking family ends up pregnant before they're married but I intend to be the exception. I promise. We're going to do this the right way." I insisted, hoping to smother some of the fire Scar started.

I watched in silence as he took a few calming breaths before clearing his throat and leaning forward in his chair. He rested his forearms against the oak desk before clasping his hands together. He clenched and unclenched his teeth as we all sat in the painful quiet.

"I'd like to speak to my daughter alone please." He murmured while looking right at Scar who nodded in agreement. Leaning over, he pecked my lips much to my dad chagrin before leaving the room.

"Does he make you happy? I want an honest answer Evangeline." He ordered. I swallowed down the emotion that had formed a lump in my throat before nodding my head. I twirled my engagement ring with my fingers, a nervous habit that caught my father's eye. He sighed deeply before getting up out of his seat.

"Let me see." He said, reaching out for my hand. I gently placed mine in his own as I watched him move the diamond, inspecting it intensely under his office lights. "My god, he paid a pretty penny for this." He tsked before releasing my hand and giving me a probing look.

"He makes me very happy, dad." I murmured quietly. "Even when we're fighting and even when he makes me so fucking mad I want to pull my God damn hair out, I still love him. There's something about the way he makes me feel that I know for a fact I'll never get tired of." I explained, praying that what I said made even a modicum of sense.

"That's called love, sweetheart. If this is how he makes you feel, then I approve of this relationship. Though I really don't like that he's not scared of me in the least." He grumbled before I shot out of my chair and squeezed the life out of him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. I didn't mean what I said before, I was just so angry. I love you so much, dad." I asserted with conviction before kissing his cheek and bounding out of the room to find a certain special someone.