Menace (Scarlet Scars #1)

by J.M. Darhower

“Sorrowful.” Scarlet turns to me when I say that word. “That’s how you look,” I tell her, grabbing her wrist, my fingers pressing into the ‘S’ tattoo. “Sorrowful.” She glances down at where I’m touching her, giving a small half-smile, before looking back at the club in front of us. “That’s not what it stands for.” “I’m starting to think it doesn’t stand for a damn thing,” I say. “Sucker. Me. For fucking thinking it had any meaning. Maybe you just like the letter S.” “Maybe.” “Maybe it’s not even an S at all,” I say, examining it. “Maybe you got fucked up one night and woke up the next morning and there it was, and even you don’t know what it stands for.” “Maybe.” “Or maybe you’re just being salty as hell.” She pulls her arm from my grasp. “Or maybe it doesn’t involve you, so it shouldn’t concern you. You ever think about that?” “Smart ass.” She laughs, the sorrowful look fading. “Shut up.” “Make me, slut.” She gasps, shoving me so hard I stumble a step. “You asshole.” “What? It starts with an ‘s’.”

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