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I laugh. “And what does the typical biker sound like?”
“Not very intelligent,” she explains. “Really coarse language—”
“Hey, I cuss. I cuss with the fuckin’ best of ‘em.”
She gives me a smile. “Yeah, but you actually sound educated. Not like most of the cretins around here.”
“I used to be a pretty alright student, believe it or not.”
“I believe it,” she says. “How’d you end up with a club and not in college?”
“My dad passed when I was a teenager.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Man was a waste of fuckin’ space. About the only good thing he ever did for me was give me a shitty old bike I had to learn to fix up. Mom wasn’t around, and suddenly it was just me and my little sister. I had to take a job at a garage to pay the bills, and the fuckin’ minute Trixie turned eighteen we got the hell out of Dodge. Eventually, we found our way to Vegas and I hooked up with the Ruthless Kings. Been riding ever since.”
“That sounds like it must have been tough for you,” she says.
I level her with a raised eyebrow. “Come on, Molly. That ain’t shit compared to what you’ve gone through.”
“It’s still tough, though. Takes the same kind of strength.”
“I laugh. “I still don’t agree, but that’s beside the point.”
We lapse into silence once more but it’s comfortable. Companionable. Sitting here with her feels so natural to me. It just feels right. It’s bizarre, I know. We barely know each other so I have no idea where this comfort is coming from. But I don’t want to question it. I just want to enjoy it. Enjoy her.
Molly finally turns and looks at me again. “Hawk, I want to ask you—”
“Of course I’m going to help you,” I cut her off. “I’m definitely not leaving you in that guy’s hands.”
She smiles wide and I see the glimmer of hope in her eyes flare to life. “You’re taking me out of here?”
I nod. “I am. You’ve endured enough and your suffering needs to stop.”
“Thank you, Hawk.”
“It’s not going to be easy. And I can’t promise you we won’t fail. But I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never have to endure this life instead.”
The moonlight glints off the tears shimmering in her eyes and a look of sheer gratitude crosses her face.
It only makes what I’m about to say feel even worse.
“But first I need to go back to Vegas. I need to fill my Prez in on everything happening down here,” I tell her. “I need to…”
I let my voice trail off as I see the look of horror on her face. She shakes her head.
“No, please,” she says. “You can’t leave. If you do, Hammerhead is going to kill me.”
“Molly.”
“Please. Can’t you just call and tell him?” she pleads. “I really don’t want to be here alone with him.”
I’m torn. I need to tell Reaper and Old Grim what’s happening and what I’m planning to do. Like it or not, I need their blessing. Not that I wouldn’t still do it even without them giving me the green light. Molly needs to get out of here. She needs to get out from under Hammerhead’s thumb, by force if necessary.
And that’s what I intend to do whether my club approves or not. I know it will touch off a war with the Howlers and we’ll need to find a new distro network and enforcers, but that’s a bridge I’ll cross when I come to it.
Right now, my only priority is to get Molly out of this hellhole. I know it’s going against everything I said when I got here. I know it’s bad business to do what I’m doing—taking a Prez’s ol’ lady. But I can’t abide what she’s enduring. I can’t sit back and do nothing while she’s being beaten and treated like she’s not even human. Like the only things she’s good for are slave labor and pleasure. It’s wrong. On every fucking level it’s wrong. I can’t see this and do nothing.
