Scarred Knight

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Shadows are where monsters live but all the monsters aren’t the same. Some are moulded and made into what we are.

And some are like the one who is there to save her every fûcking time when I want to play with her. He is different, though. When I look at myself in the mirror, I see the monster everyone’s afraid of. But looking at him, coming to save her as a knight by the day and a cold blooded killer in the night, he is something different and yet somehow similar, calling to my demons like they are his own.

Now, I watch from the shadows as he pulls the car in front of her building, they seem to be glaring at each other for some reason. Then, my eyes flicker to another figure, this one had the making of a monster, just like us, but he isn’t there yet. May be, I’ll give him the push he needs. He bangs on the passenger side window and then pulls out my query and then he hugs her.

Ah… a little twist in the game we play. It seems my soon to be victim isn't just a beauty. She’s trying to play with the predator out to hunt her.

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Lake

“How do you know where I live?” I stared at him, waiting for him to answer and after a few long seconds when it became clear he wasn’t going to answer, I asked, “Are you following me around? Is that how you were able to save me every time?” Suddenly I was angry and confused and grateful too, for his stalking.

“There are things you don’t know,” He shook his head and corrected, “There are things you don’t remember.”

I went still. Because I knew, looking at him, in his green gaze filled with disappointment once again, that he knew something I should know. “You know…” I whispered.

He nodded. “Everything.” I opened my mouth, but no words came out. And then I heard the locks being disengaged as he unlocked the door and said, “See you in the class, Miss Lake.”

Did he truly know what I didn’t remember or was he just playing with me? He must know about me, the teachers at the school are provided with files on each and every student so they could know about them as individuals. What if he knew about my condition, my loss of memory and he was just thinking of another way to make me miserable. But before I could ask him to explain what he meant, there was a knock on my side of the window and then the door was being opened.

“What the Fûck, Lake? Are you okay? What happened?” Asher hauled me out of the car and then I was being engulfed in his big arms as he questioned me.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m fine. Relax…” I rubbed his chest to soothe him. He was ever so protective of all of us.

“I was so worried. And, Liam and Trace had a fight, so they were busy in what they do, and Chase disappeared somewhere.”

“Its okay, Ash. Take a deep breath, I’m fine.” The slam of the car door made me flinch and I turned around to see the Greek God in all his bristling fury, rounding the car and coming to stand in front of us both. He looked menacing and dangerous, like he had to settle the score with someone.

“Mr. Carter.” Ash greeted. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“I wouldn’t have to, if you were taking better care of your friends.” He said, his voice ice cold and words dripping with venom.

Ash stiffened beside me. “No one knows what will happen in the future. I can’t be with her every time.”

“You should be.” His green eyes flicked to me, searing me to the inside. “Miss Lake here seems to be prone to accidents, god knows what she’ll end up in next.”

I gasped and Asher stepped forward. But I grabbed his arm when I saw Alex’s shoulders going rigid. I knew from his stance he was waiting for Asher to make the first move and in all honesty, as much as I liked him in action, I didn’t want Ash to get hurt.

“Good bye, Mr. Carter.” I said, pasting a smile on my face.

“Later, Miss Lake.” He said and turned around, walking like a panther. I watched as he slid into his car and drove off.

“What the fûck was that!” Ash barked, bringing my attention back to him.

Damn. I had to tell him.

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Alex

Among my four brothers I was the only one who kept a tight grip on my emotions, unlike Mad I didn’t give into my anger. I didn’t keep our family at distance so they won’t see me hurting like Brandon did and I didn’t give into my base urges or the call of alcohol to deal with my inner demons like Dominic, but today… Today, I fûcking lost it.

I flipped open the card that wasn’t meant to be seen just yet. I knew she understood the meaning behind my each and every word. And knowing her obsession with remembering her past, I was sure she’ll come to me the first thing in the morning. And I’ll be ready, because I had been waiting for her to come to me all these years. She might not remember but I do. Every single thing, with every intricate detail.

She was supposed to be mine. And the thought of her with some other arsehole was enough for me to reach for my knîves, or for him I’d relish the sounds my fists would make connecting to his flesh and bones.

Fûck. The little liar was twisting me and my thoughts which I really didn’t need. At least not right now, when I had to find out who was trying to hurt her. Hurting her was my job and that I’d do, taking my sweet time until she’ll be begging for mercy. I couldn’t wait to lay her down, bare her to my eyes, and reveal open the secrets she hid. I have always been a seeker, and this time I’ll bring to light the memories she hides.

I have devoured her files, I knew everything about her. From her all girls boarding school, to her breakdowns, to her nightmares and phobias. About her therapy sessions and Mrs Wilson— the connection that was still in tight wraps. I knew for sure that this Mrs Wilson was the key to find out about her attacks, but something tells me I should stay away from her because she was also the only family my little liar seems to have. I reached for my phone to call my contàct, to see if he had found out about her stàlker and wanting to be a kîller, but before I could it pinged with a series of new text messages.

I flipped the messenger app open, and found the texts in the group chat. A smile twisted my lips as I read through them.

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Dom— I told her that she looks cute with the additional weight. And she slammed the door on my face!! What did I do wrong!?

Mad— You called her fat, stupid.

Dom— No. I didn’t!!

Brandon— So, now you have to sleep on the couch.

Cole— Nope. Don’t come downstairs.

Mad— Why? What the hell are you doing? STAY AWAY FROM VIOLET.

I smiled knowing Mad was just being Mad, we all knew Cole was the best man for Violet.

Brandon— So it leaves you with the hard floor outside your bedroom.

Cole— Try apologizing.

Mad— It does wonders.

Alex— Or try to keep your mouth shut, it will also do wonders.

Dom— Is that the prodigal son? FYI, Mom wants to know, what mission are you on right now?

Mad— Do we tell her to be ready for her third daughter in law?

Cole— I think not. Tell her, there’s going to be another captive in the house.

Dom— Hey! That’s so not true. They’re willingly with us. (I think so. Do I ask her?)

Mad— And they are happy too. Her moans tell me so.

Cole— Gross.

Alex— Why don’t you guys ask Brandon about his captive?

I grinned as I hit send, knowing all of them would pounce on Brandon after reading my text like vultures. I swear my brothers gossip more than the roomful of women would. And I’m grateful for it too, since Brenna and Kiara and Violet have come into our lives, especially my two brothers, they have become light and happy with their lives. And I knew for sure, it won’t be too long that Brandon would join Mad and Dom in the happily ever after. I had met his queen and I knew it was just a matter of time before he comes to his knees for her.

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Lake

I felt my eyes drooping and I knew all that had happened in the single day was getting to me, not to forget about the accident which had given me the concussion for sure and definitely not the mild type. If my life was a book I swear, readers' heads would be spinning right about now.

My savior was my teacher.

I had kissed my teacher, not once but twice.

The ghost was real.

I got in an accident and it seems it wasn't just that.

My supposed teacher hinted in knowing something that I didn't even remember. And not to forget about the fatal attraction I felt for him, which was wrong. So damn wrong. On so many levels. He was my teacher. He was rude. He has the ability to kill anyone in cold blood.

I shuddered at the thought and to think that I was instigating him, purposely making him jealous by lying that Ash was my boyfriend.

I sighed and decided to just go to sleep as I realised I was waiting in vain. It seemed that the ghost wasn't coming to visit me. I should feel free to not have him in my thoughts when the green eyed God was already taking up all the space in my mind, but then why do I feel the disappointment coursing through me on not having the ghost watching over me from the shadows.

I shouldn’t think about him.

I shouldn’t think about both of them.

They both were consuming me, and something tells me it’s just the beginning. I should definitely stop before it escalates any further. I should, shouldn’t I? But the crux of the matter was I didn’t want to.

Because one makes me feel safe in the dark and other makes me alive with his intense gaze and searing touches.

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To Be Continued...

Thank you everyone for being so patient with me.

So now you guys know the timeline, it was after the time when he came to know that she was in London. And around a year ago, means before Elle met Brandon.

For the new readers, if you haven’t yet read Carter Brothers Series— please do give it a try. (Only if you love the Anti-heroes that’ll make you hate them and then make you fall in love with them, all the imaginable wàrnings included)

Maddox— Saved By The Dèvil.

Dominic— Hating My Baby’s Father.

Brandon— Obsèssèd With My Future Husband.

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A. Gupta