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“Molly.” I told Gunner about her after we met last summer. I tried for a fucking year to forget about her. It didn’t work. She seemed to sink deeper under my skin with the absence. After seeing her today and that bruise on her face, I felt a surge of protectiveness rise inside me.
Usually, that would be a good thing. With her? No.
When I became possessive and protective of someone, it ended badly. I wasn’t the type of guy that let go easily, and because of the shit in my past, I held on too fucking tight. I could already see how this would play out. Once I sank between Molly’s thighs, I’d want her to be mine. That was dangerous for her and the club because anything threatening her threatened me. Anyone who disrespected her disrespected me.
And that shit riled me up faster than the whore, Pinky, swallowing Ironwill’s load. Nobody wanted me to get riled up and lose control. It got bloody fast.
Gunner’s expression sobered. “What’s got you so twisted? Her age?”
“She’s seventeen. I’m thirty.”
Gunner shrugged. “Age is just a number.”
He was a fucking hypocrite. I knew that shit bothered him too. I’d caught the look of disgust on his face when new girls came in with the club whores and took a biker to bed, many of them barely legal. Underage pussy was forbidden by Hades in our chapter, but the president of the Vegas charter, Vulture, wasn’t as strict.
“She’s not had a chance to live life yet. Seems selfish of me to snatch her up and make her an ol’ lady this young.”
He blinked as his arms dropped, and he stared at me with surprise. “You’re serious about her.”
“I am,” I admitted, scrubbing my hand down my face and over my short beard. “Fuck.”
My phone vibrated inside my cut, and I reached for it, checking the screen. I had a missed call from Molly.
Shit. I didn’t know she had my number. Embry must have given it to her. Not that I cared.
It bothered me that I missed her call. It was loud in the bar, and I’d been distracted by my conversation with Gunner. A sigh escaped my lips as I tapped on my voicemail and played her message.
“Slash, it’s Molly.”
I knew something was wrong as soon as I heard her voice.
“I’m in trouble, and I need your help.”
My back snapped straight, and every muscle in my body tensed. If Fred put a finger on her, I’d slash his fucking neck.
“I don’t know what to do. Some guy named Angel Mackenzie brought me to After Hours. I’m in the back. He’s locked me in a room, and there are bikers here. I saw a sword and a snake on their backs. I—I think,” she stammered, “I think Angel wants to —”—her voice faltered—“—sellme.”
“Motherfucker!” I yelled, rising from my seat and rushing toward the exit. My heart squeezed inside my chest like a fist had wrapped around it.
No, baby. They won’t get the chance to fucking sell you.
“Fred let them take me. I don’t know why. Please,” she begged, “Help me.”
The call ended abruptly after a tiny click.
I roared into the night as I threw a leg over my seat, fired up my best girl, and shoved my cell back into the pocket inside my cut. I had to drag air into my lungs because I was fucking close to losing my shit and if I let that part of me out, I didn’t know if I could force the monster back into his cage.
Two motorcycles rumbled to life beside me. Gunner on my left. Havoc, the youngest of our trio, who I hadn’t seen since church ended, was on my right. His chin ticked my way as I caught his sharp gaze.
My brothers had my back without me having to say a fucking word. That was loyalty.
Without further delay, I pulled back on the throttle and shot forward, hell-bent on saving Molly and letting the beast inside me free. Fuck it. Angel Mackenzie, whoever the motherfucker was, and the Bladed Serpents fucked up.
Now, I was fucking riled.
Chapter 5 Molly
Tiny shoved my back, and I nearly tripped. I righted myself as I woodenly walked toward a line of girls standing to the left of a stage. The raised dais seemed to be the focal point of the room, with tables spread around it. Men hollered, slapped the surface of the tables, stomped, and clapped for the girls being paraded in front of them.
