chapter 35

The crystal glass hit the bar counter with a soft clink as Scar Boss poured himself another drink. The golden liquid swirled inside the glass, catching the dim lights of the lavish penthouse. His tie was loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing the tension in his neck. His usual sharp, controlled demeanor was gone—replaced by something raw, something shattered."To freedom" he muttered bitterly, lifting the glass before downing the drink in one go.But it didn’t taste like freedom. It tasted like emptiness.His mind kept replaying the moment she signed those papers, her hands steady, her face emotionless. Like he had meant nothing. Like he had never mattered.Another glass. Another burn down his throat.He was Scar Boss. Feared. Respected. Unshaken. Yet, here he was—drowning in a bottle because of a woman who had walked away without a second glance."Pathetic" he growled to himself.But no amount of whiskey could drown out the ache in his chest. No amount of alcohol could erase her name from his mind.Amaira.The woman who had turned his world upside down. The woman who had made him forget his revenge. The woman who had just walked away.He slammed the glass down with force, shattering it into pieces. Blood dripped from his hand, but he didn’t care. The pain was nothing compared to the void inside him.For the first time in his life, Scar Boss had lost something he truly wanted.And he had no idea how to get her back.***The private club was eerily silent except for the sound of ice clinking against glass and the occasional heavy sigh from the man sprawled across the luxurious leather couch. Scar Boss was completely drunk—more than he had ever been. His usually sharp, intimidating demeanor had melted into something entirely different.His tie was loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone, and his jet-black hair was tousled messily, falling over his forehead. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, and his lips were pursed in an adorable pout as he stared at the empty glass in his hand.The bartender sighed, shaking his head before dialing the first number on the boss’s phone.After a few rings, a voice answered."Hello?"The bartender hesitated. The voice was soft, familiar."Uh, ma’am… your friend is completely wasted. He booked the entire club, but he’s in no condition to get home. You might want to come pick him up."A long pause.Then, a quiet breath."Where is he?"The moment Amaira pushed open the club doors, her eyes landed on him. Scar Boss was sitting there, arms crossed, lips pursed like an annoyed child, staring at nothing in particular.His usual cold, unreadable expression was nowhere to be found. Instead, he looked… cute?No. No, no, no. She shook that thought away immediately.She walked toward him and crouched down. "Scar Boss?"He blinked slowly and then gasped dramatically. "A-Amaira?" His lips parted in pure shock, his expression a mix of confusion and delight. "Is it really you?"She frowned. "Who else would it be?"He tilted his head, eyes half-lidded. "An angel?"Amaira stared at him, stunned.Scar Boss suddenly pouted and leaned forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder. "You left me" he mumbled, his voice soft, almost childlike. "You’re so mean. You left… I don’t like it."Amaira stiffened.Was this really the same Scar Boss who once terrified everyone with a single glare? The man who commanded power with just his presence?"You’re drunk," she muttered, trying to push him back, but he only clung to her like a stubborn child.He looked up at her, his eyes hazy but filled with something raw. "I missed you," he whispered.Amaira’s heart skipped a beat.No. No, this wasn’t real. He was just drunk."Come on, let’s get you home," she said, trying to mask the sudden tightness in her chest.But Scar Boss suddenly grabbed her hands and pouted again. "Noooo, I don’t wanna go," he whined. "I wanna stay here with you."Amaira sighed. "Scar Boss—"he grumbled, his voice muffled as he buried his face into her shoulder again. "Say it. My name."Amaira froze.She could feel his warm breath against her skin, his grip tightening slightly."Say my name," he repeated, softer this time.Amaira hesitated before whispering it.The moment she did, Scar Boss humed in satisfaction , a lazy smile spreading across his lips. "Mmm. Sounds nice when you say it. But call me by my real name"Her ears burned."I don't know you name" Amaira confessedScar Boss hummed again but before he spoke, he let out a shoot of vomit."Let’s go home," she muttered quickly, trying to pull him up.Scar Boss sighed dramatically but let her drag him to his feet. "Only if you promise not to leave me again," he mumbled, leaning against her for support.Amaira didn’t respond.Because, for the first time, she didn’t know if she could keep that promise.