Scar on my Heart (Carmichael Series #3)✔️

Wedding Bells or Warning Bells?

**Yes, there will be a double update today sometime lol. Making you wait an entire week after the way this chapter ends would be brutal... I'll leave you with that. MAKE SURE YOU KEEP VOTING AND COMMENTING! I read every single comment! Love you guys and hope you enjoy!**

Evan's POV

"That's all there is to it?" I questioned, my irritation only slightly creeping into my voice. He raised one eyebrow at me before slowly nodding.

"I don't fucking think so. If you're not going to put a label on this then you can fucking leave. I'm not just going to be in constant limbo with you on what we are." I demanded angrily. He rolled his eyes at me which only served to anger me even further.

"Evangeline, we're not 'in limbo' or whatever the fuck you want to call it. I'm not going to call you my girlfriend because nobody takes that shit seriously this day and age." He explained, only slightly smoothing down my ruffled feathers.

"But I want the label." I whined back, fully aware that I was pouting like a child. I never used to act like this, but now it seems this is my default attitude around Scar. I didn't want to even think about the fact that it was probably because he usually punished me when I got like this. His punishment are...otherworldly.

"You want a label? Then get the fuck up and start packing a bag." He said roughly while slipping his arms from around me and throwing the covers back. I scrunched my brows in confusion before sitting up, trying to keep from laughing when his tirade immediately stopped as the cold air hit my nipples and caused them to harden.

"What are you talking about 'pack a bag'?" I asked, utterly confused.

"Pack some overnight shit and a couple outfits." He answered evasively, still not telling me what he and I both knew I wanted to know.

"Scar! Where the fuck do you think we're going!" I demanded, halting his movement completely as he was dressing. He looked confused as I used his nickname, but that's who he was to me. Sure, I loved his real name, but Scar was who he really was. He shook it off before looking me right in the eyes.

"We're going to Vegas." He stated confidently, squaring his shoulders as if expecting a fight from me. I just smiled and rolled my eyes.

"I could use a vacation." I said through a laugh before getting up and throwing my clothes back on. His face was priceless as I finished dressing and just stared at him.

"What?" I asked innocently. He just shook his head before an ear to ear smile, a real smile, lit up his face. My breath left my lungs in one big whoosh at the pure beauty of the sight before me. He wound one arm around my waist and the other grasped my ass before he brought me flush against his body.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, baby." He mumbled in response before leaning down and ravaging my mouth.

"What's all the yelling about?" Tansy's familiar voice called from the doorway before she appeared, her stunned face turning into a smirk as she took in the position Scar and I were in as well as my state of undress.

"We're going on a little vacation." I answered while hiding behind Scar, only telling her part of the plan as I knew she would run to my mom the second I revealed everything.

"Vacation? Aren't you in deep shit with your dad right now?" She inquired with a knowing look. My anger flared at the mention of the one person I was angry at at the moment.

"I'm 21 years old. He doesn't get to make every single one of my life decisions for me. I'm allowed to make my own mistakes." I spat vehemently. Her eyes widened as her hands shot in the air in surrender.