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I have to believe that Old Grim is going to understand and give me the green light to do what I want. He can be a bastard, but he’s not a heartless prick. When I tell him what’s been happening here, he’ll understand. He’ll approve. And if not, he’ll take my patch. That’ll hurt like a bitch but I can’t say it still wouldn’t be worth it, knowing Molly is free and out from under Hammerhead’s boot.
I look at her and nod. “All right. I’ll make some calls and get this thing in motion,” I tell her. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
The look of relief on her face is instant and that smile I’ve come to adore returns. Her eyes are still shimmering with tears, but this time I get the idea they’re tears of joy as she realizes her hopes are being fulfilled. That she’s being rewarded for being able to hold onto them.
“We should get you back,” I tell her. “Here, take this.”
I hand her a small plastic baggie with a fine brown powder in it. She takes it from me and holds it up, looking at the contents.
“What is it?” she asks.
“Part of the plan,” I explain. “Make breakfast for Hammerhead tomorrow and sprinkle this all over the food. Make sure to mix it in well.”
She looks at me with a devious grin. “Where did you get all this stuff? I mean, the Lorazepam and now… whatever this is?”
“After I read your note yesterday, I had a long time to think. To put a plan together,” I tell her. “But to make it work, I needed some supplies. So I got them.”
Her eyes are filled with gratitude, and she looks like she’s about to cry. I give her a gentle smile and softly stroke her hair.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” I tell her. “Trust me.”
“I—I do trust you.”
She says those words as if they’re unfamiliar to her. As if she hasn’t told anybody she trusts them in a long time. She probably hasn’t. I’m glad she’s decided she can trust me though. Sitting there with her, I have the almost overwhelming urge to kiss her. I manage to restrain myself. This isn’t the right time. I don’t want her to think I’m only doing this because I want to fuck her or something.
“Let’s get you back now,” I say.
She nods and together, we walk back to her window. I reluctantly lift her up and help her through it. But Molly turns around and leans out, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. It’s tender and sweet, and her lips on me make my skin tingle. I’ve never had a reaction like this to any woman before. It’s confusing and makes my head spin… but in the best way possible.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Don’t thank me until this is over.”
She gives me a crooked grin. “I’ll thank you whenever I damn well please.”
I laugh softly. “Well then, in that case, you’re welcome.”
Molly smiles as she closes the window. I relatch it, locking her inside, and hating myself for doing so. I know I have to, otherwise we’re both going to be in deep shit when it’s found unlocked. But I still hate the idea of locking her in. She smiles and waves at me once more then closes the curtains, leaving me standing there, pondering everything that just happened. And everything that’s going to happen.
For better or for worse, things are in motion. There’s no stopping this train now that it’s rolling.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
When I hear some of the guys start moving around, I know it’s time for me to get up. Not that I’ve slept at all. How could I? I’ve been too wired since spending time with Hawk last night. It’s not just that he promised to help get me out of here that has me all wound up, it was just being near him. Sitting beside him last night made me feel a sense of calm and peace I haven’t known since I was taken. I feel so safe around him.
Those are strange words. Words and thoughts I’ve neither had nor spoken in a very long time. Nobody has made me feel safe in so long that I often wondered if I ever would again. But almost from the start, Hawk has made me feel that way. He’s shown me that I can trust him—another thing I haven’t felt in ages.
As I look back on it, I see how sad and depressing it is. There hasn’t been a single person in my life since I was taken who’s ever made me feel as I could trust them or made me feel safe. Not even Hogwild. He’s been good to me, don’t get me wrong. He’s treated me like a human being. Sometimes. But I’ve always suspected there was some ulterior motive. That he wants something from me. And when he subtly suggested that I become his ol’ lady if and when he takes control of the club from Hammerhead, it told me exactly what his game was.
That’s why I never openly trusted him. Why I’ve always held back. I pretended that I did. I realize now that all the buttering up he was doing was just to lower my defenses. He just wanted the same thing Hammerhead wanted, and what all those men before him wanted. They all wanted to use me for their own purposes. They didn’t actually view me as a human being but just as something to be used for their pleasure. Hogwild hasn’t been as overt about it, nor has he been cruel. But I can always tell in the little moments. He’ll make a show of being a gentleman, but he won’t actually do anything to help more than the bare minimum. He’ll paint himself as such a better guy than Hammerhead, but he’s more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing
Hawk, though… he’s different. I’ve felt as if I could trust him from the start. I will never understand why but I’ve felt a connection to him I haven’t felt to anybody before in all my life. Not even before I was taken. There is just something about him that breaks down the walls inside of me. There’s something about him that makes me want to let him in and tells me that it’s okay to do so.
He could have easily leveraged this situation to his advantage. He could have demanded sex for his help getting me out of here. Most guys—at least the ones I’ve been exposed to—would have demanded a blowjob or something for even considering helping me. Which says a lot about the men I’ve had to deal with in my life.
But not Hawk. He hasn’t asked anything of me. He’s only ever spoken about how terrible he feels for what I’ve gone through. He doesn’t talk about rescuing me because he wants me. Just because he’d be doing the right thing. He seems genuinely worried for me and his desire to help me comes not from a place where he thinks it’ll benefit him. It comes from his heart. From his compassion and his kindness. I think he’s helping me because he believes it’s the right thing to do and nothing more than that.
That’s why I’ve opened up to him. Why I took the gamble of slipping him that note in the first place. I believed, deep down in my heart, that he was never going to betray me to Hammerhead. I believed he would look out for me, even if he decided that he couldn’t help me. It scared the crap out of me, don’t get me wrong. But I thought it was worth it.
