The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 20

Harry's POV

I want to kill him.

That's the only stable though I've been able to focus on since Eva told me her fucking ex was the one that touched her, how dare that cunt come into our club and pull that shit, I don't even care that it's Eva....well of course I care that it's her, but stuff like that is not tolerated in this club or our gang and everyone knows that, either he's some oblivious rich boy coming up to the club for the first time or he has a fucking death wish that I'll happily help come true.

I was honestly surprised how much this was affecting me, I had never felt like this before for anyone, I had never cared like this.

As soon as I saw Eva crying and her face bruised, all the annoyance I felt about her leaving the couch and all the anger about even having to leave her to find those stupid fucking south boys, it was wiped away and the only thing I could focus on was her.

I didn't even want to leave her in the first place, but when the boys came to tell us they saw a few south boys here, I couldn't exactly sit put and not do anything, it is my job after all, it was a waste of fucking time anyway because we didn't even find them, I wish I just stayed with her, I would have liked to see that pathetic fuck try and do that to her while I was there.

She looked just as sacred as the day I came to the café, and the bruises on her face and the one I noticed on her arm, all just confirmed my thoughts that that fucking ex of hers was the reason for her scars, I knew it from the first time I saw her touch her leg when she mentioned him, I would never force her to tell me about it or even expect her to want to tell me, but I didn't need her to say anything to know I was right about this, I just know I'm right.

I hadn't let go of Eva since I sat down with her, I'm glad Dom wouldn't let me leave when I tried to storm out and I'm also glad Adrian came in here when he did, he was an annoying bastard but I know he would have made Eva feel safe and comfortable so I'll have to thank him for that. They had both left so it was just Eva and me, they said they were going to help close the club which just meant they were going to try and find those fucking south side bitches while everyone was leaving the club.

Eva had stopped crying now and she had her head resting on my chest, I was rubbing my hand up and down her back, I had never done anything like this before so I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do but I couldn't think of anything else.

"Are you alright?" I whispered

Great question Harry, that wasn't fucking stupid at all.

She pulled away from me and I tilted my head down to look at her, at least she didn't look scared or sad anymore, those bruises on her face were making my blood boil though.

"I'm okay, don't worry, just want to go home, I've got to do some shopping in the morning" she gave me a tight small smile.

I creased my brows and I'm sure it looked like I was looking at her like she was crazy, to be fair I kind of thought she was right now.

"Shopping...don't worry about it... how is this okay?" I asked, annoyance in my voice.

"It's really not a big deal" she shrugged.

Not a big deal, what the fuck?

How could she even think this wasn't a big deal?

"Uh you want to tell me how this isn't a big fucking deal, your ex came into this club with the people that cornered you in a fucking café and cut you, he fucking touched you, hard enough to leave bruises, and when I saw you, you looked petrified." my voice was getting louder, I didn't want to get angry but this wasn't normal and it scared me that maybe she thought it was because she was used to it...