Constance stared in the mirror at her face, which had a bandage where Craig had hit her. And when she’d hit the tub she had a gash on the side of her face, one that had opened clean up, and would definitely leave a mark. She reached out, touching the pristine white bandage and wondered what the damage would be when it was all said and done.

She’d woken up just a few hours ago. But a week had passed, and she was trying to move on, enjoy her life, even if knowing that Vengeance and his biker brothers had killed Craig was hard to process at times.

When someone cleared their throat, she turned to find Demon standing with his arms folded. “Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she said, staring at the big biker. Vengeance was due back any moment.

“Deanna said you were in here and I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“What for?”

“My woman adores you. She thinks you’re wonderful, and I do as well. My kid loves you, and the club does as well. We should have been there sooner, and not let that fucker hurt you.”

She nodded, and while she did she felt like a crazy person. “I’m fine. I got through it. There’s nothing to worry about.” She released a breath. “Kind of sucks though. I wish I could have killed him myself.” She rubbed her temple and frowned. “It’s just … it’s always the quiet ones, right? God, it makes me sick to my stomach.”

“You never knew Craig that well?”

“No, I didn’t. To be honest, before my parents’ death I didn’t even know he existed. Does that make me a bad person?”

“I didn’t know Deanna existed until I knew her. With regards to Craig, I would count myself lucky that you didn’t know him before you did. Guy was a serious sick fuck. Did you know he had blood samples in his place?”

“Blood samples?” Constance asked, frowning.

“Yeah, your blood. He had some. I don’t even want to know how he got it, but like I said, he was a seriously sick person.”

“That is just the grossest thing I have ever heard.” She covered her mouth.

“Believe me, he was completely obsessed with you. Your clothes were there. I think even some of your trash was there as well. You dodged a bullet.”

“But he killed my family and my fiancé, Brando.” She sighed. “It’s sad, and painful because I think to myself that I shouldn’t be upset but then I can’t help it. He died and he didn’t need to. Craig’s sick obsession killed him.”

“Did you love him?”

“Brando? I cared about him. A lot. He’s all I knew. I thought I loved him, but he wasn’t the man for me. I love Vengeance with all my heart. I will be by his side, and I will support this club. I promise you,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself. “You’re probably fed up with me.”

“Not at all. You’re a good person, and I know for a fact that Vengeance loves you.”

She smiled. “I love him as well.” Her feelings for Vengeance filled her with so much happiness. “I knew he’d come for me. I never had a single doubt that he would be there.”

“If there is ever anything that you need, just let me know.”

She watched as Demon left the bathroom, and she released a sigh. There was nothing anyone could do. Ever since Vengeance had put Craig to the ground, he hadn’t been around all that much, and that hurt her heart more than anything else.

Had he fallen out of love with her?

Had she done something awful?

She didn’t know, and with each passing day, she knew it was making her ill just thinking about it.

* * *

Vengeance sat up on a hill, resting on his bike, cigarette between his lips as he stared at the ground. From the height he was at, he saw the town below, and in the distance he got a clear view of the clubhouse. His eyesight wasn’t the best, and so most of the time it looked like a blurred mess, which he was happy about right now.

He didn’t want to focus. It had been over a week since he had found Constance and taken that fucker out. He was disappointed in himself because he hadn’t spent enough time hurting the bastard. The death had been too quick, and every time he looked at Constance he was swamped by guilt that he didn’t get to her sooner. Right now it was eating away at him, making it next to impossible to focus on anything else.

Every night for the past week she would ask him if he was coming to bed, and he would tell her that he had stuff to do. He wouldn’t sleep beside her, and he would take a few moments just to watch her. She deserved better than him. What he saw and what he knew, the stuff Craig had planned for her, it made him sick to his stomach.

The sound of a bike heading his direction had him turning. Weasel pulled up a few feet away.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Why are you here?” Weasel asked. “Why are you not at the club? You know Constance never leaves your room, nor do you go to your home. She’s either in your room or in the bathroom staring at her fucking face.”

The face that had a bandage across it. The doctor had said she would carry a scar for the rest of her life. He could try to repair the damage but in the end she’d still have a scar, a reminder. She was beautiful no matter what.

“Just give her some space.”

“You mean what you’re doing? What the fuck is going on, Vengeance?” Weasel asked. “She’s hurting and you’re here, doing what?”

“I failed her.”

“How the fuck did you fail her? You saved her. You protected her.”

“I got there late. He was able to hurt her, and she’s going to live with that mark for the rest of her life.”

Weasel burst out laughing. He actually grabbed his stomach and laughed. “Wow, you really think that? Are you being dense on fucking purpose? You saved her before he could do anything else.” Weasel shook his head. “You need to get your head out of your ass and go to your woman before you lose another good thing in your life.” He climbed back onto his bike. “And call your sister.”

Him and his fucking obsession with my sister.

Vengeance watched as Weasel rode away. Could he cut himself a break? He would call Renee soon but right now, he really needed to deal with his problems, and one of them was back at the clubhouse.