Page 16 of His Rough Side

"Stay there." He disconnected the call.

If she wanted to play games, he'd show her who Serge Adams really was. A thug from the wrong side of town. A man who'd rather have her on her knees than love her. Maybe then, he could get her out of his head and get his life back on track.

Chapter Six

When Serge parked infront of her house, Aubrey closed the curtain and exhaled the trapped breath. Was she doing the right thing?

She pressed her hand to her stomach. Maybe she should've waited to call him until the morning. She was always braver in the late hours. Lack of sleep always brings regret.

Serge banged on the door instead of using the doorbell. She tightly wrapped her sweater coat around her and opened the door to let him in.

Looming in the doorway, Serge's troubled gaze locked onto her. She gasped. His handsome face was battered and bloody. He wore no shirt, only a pair of jeans and boots. She quickly pulled him inside.

Studying him, she looked for more injuries. "What happened to you?'

He remained silent, his upper lip encrusted in dried blood. She reached up and stopped herself from touching his face. His cheekbone was also swollen under his right eye. She guided him to the chair in the living room.

"Sit." She hurried out of the room.

In the kitchen, she grabbed two hand towels. As she let the faucet run, she scooped a handful of ice from the freezer and placed it in one of the towels. Then, she ran the other towel under warm water and wrung it out.

She returned to him and kneeled at his feet. "Did you get in an accident?"

He shook his head, or maybe he flinched away from her. "No."

"Should I call the police?" She dabbed at his upper lip.

"No."

Her gaze dropped to his bare chest. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No."

There was smeared blood on his upper abdomen, but she found no visible wounds. But there were old scars. White, raised scars on his chest, his arms, and stomach. The kind of scars someone would have if they self-harmed.

Her hand trembled as she cleaned the cut on his lip. She glanced into his eyes and cringed. He watched her as if she had caused the injuries on his body.