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“Lift your bottom,” I ordered as she obeyed, and I pulled back the comforter. When she sank back against the mattress, I covered her, tucking the material tightly around her slender figure.
Havoc snickered.
Slash tilted his head to the side, staring at me.
I flipped them both off as Molly’s eyes closed.
They didn’t need to concern themselves with what I wanted or planned to do. I was keeping my distance from Molly.
She wasn’t mine. She wouldn’t ever be mine. The sooner I forgot about her, and we sorted this shit, the better.
There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that she’d never want to be with an old biker like me. Hell, I was already getting too much gray and white in my beard. I had a son about her age, for fuck’s sake. Devin would fucking laugh at me for considering being with a woman this young.
Anger stirred in the pit of my stomach and mixed with sour regret. The bitterness of the life I had led and the consequences of my choices left me at odds with the whispered longings deep in my heart. A part of my black soul yearned to be touched by her sweetness, to be renewed and redeemed by her love.
Stupid. I’d gotten too sappy in my old age. Too fucking whimsical. My brothers would tease me if they knew the desires I secretly harbored.
Just get her safely back to the clubhouse, find her somewhere to stay and out of town, and walk away.
Molly was too fucking tempting. There had to be someone who would take her in. We’d deal with the BSMC and Angel Mackenzie and then we could be rid of her.
After we dropped her off with family or friends, we could move on. Forget about Molly. Head to Hocking Hills and back to the clubhouse where life was fucking simple, and there wasn’t the drama and bullshit like Vegas. I hated the city of sin. I didn’t fucking patch into that chapter for a reason.
All I needed was an empty stool at the bar where I could drink in peace, forget those big hazel eyes, and pretend that perfect, curvy body never existed.
My heart couldn’t take another hit. Losing Tina and Becky gutted me. I’d fucking go crazy if anything happened to my son. There was no room in my heart to let anyone else inside.
Devin was almost the same age as Molly. I had him young, right out of high school, and married his mother because that was the right thing to do. But she didn’t love me, and I didn’t love her, not as anything more than a friend.
When she died in that car accident, I felt guilty for not trying to make our marriage work and all the times she said she didn’t care if I slept with other women. Tina had never been faithful to me either. When we conceived Becky, I demanded a paternity test to be sure.
That was the beginning of the end.
I hated that she took Becky with her to the store the day of the accident. Hated the young teen driver who ran a red light and crashed into them, ripping both of my girls from my life. That hate had festered for years before I finally conquered it.
Those were dark days.
Just another reason I had nothing to offer Molly.
Chapter 9 Molly
Ididn’t know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, I saw it was bright outside beyond the brown curtains covering the hotel room window and the crack in the white panel hanging between them. The bed was a little too hard for my liking, but I didn’t have any problem falling asleep, probably because of the adrenaline in my body after being kidnapped, the auction, the rescue, hiding with Slash on his motorcycle, and then speeding toward this hotel on his Harley.
What a crazy, messed up, awful night.
If I pretended that last night never happened, would it be erased from my memory?
With a sigh, I sat up, looking for my phone, before I remembered Tiny had crushed it at the club. Shit. All my photos, videos, contacts. They were gone. Forever.
I smacked the mattress with my palm in frustration.
“What’s got you all twisted, princess?”
Princess? I turned to Havoc, watching his lips form a smirk. The look on his short-bearded face was roguish and way too confident.
He winked as if he knew, and it humored him. His deep brown chocolate eyes held me captive.
“Those assholes at the auction busted my phone.”
