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“It’s not safe. You’re too exposed. I won’t take that chance after they almost found us last night behind that dumpster.” I brushed her face with my fingers, swiping away the remaining tears. “No rats. Yeah?”
She shuddered. “Definitely.”
Chapter 10 Havoc
“We should wake her,” I announced, pulling my gaze from the road to stare down at Molly. She’d fallen asleep hours ago after trying to remain awake with the three of us. Gunner closed his eyes only after she did.
Me? I stayed awake, talking to Slash so the old man wouldn’t peter out. I told him as much before he flipped me off.
“She’ll miss it,” I added.
“Yeah, probably.”
“But the sun is rising. It’s fucking awesome.”
We’d been stuck in this fucking U-Haul for two thousand miles. Gunner and Slash did most of the driving, but I gave them breaks whenever I wasn’t flirting with Molly. We drove straight through and only stopped for food, gas, and restrooms when necessary.
I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of this truck and take a goddamn shower. Maybe I could persuade Molly to join me. Her head rested on my shoulder as she slept. Slash had shrugged off his cut and draped it over her, keeping her warm as she burrowed into it.
His gaze slid to her, losing the hard edge. She softened him.
Hell, she had that effect on all of us, bringing out a sweet side I didn’t think any of us possessed until we rescued her.
“Wake her,” Gunner ordered as he blinked, sitting up straighter beside me.
Thank fuck he didn’t snore much because I would have elbowed him in the gut the whole trip.
His gruff command irritated me. He’d been short with Molly most of the trip and grumpy as fuck.
“Hey, Molly.” I gently shook her shoulder. “Wake up, princess.”
She stirred, stifling a yawn before her eyes fluttered and opened wide. “Where are we?”
“Hocking Hills.”
“And your clubhouse, right?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re almost there.”
She kept her head on my shoulder, and warmth shot into my groin before spreading throughout my body. I wanted to kiss her but held back. We’d been in this truck for too fucking long, and I didn’t want to force myself on her after what she’d endured over the last few days.
We drove over endless hills, passing through thick forests populated with sporadic houses, and followed the road leading to the FRMC clubhouse. A lake skirted the stretch of pavement as we broke through a gap in the trees, and I couldn’t help grinning at the sight of it glistening in the early morning sunshine. The sun peeked over the horizon in an orange ball that touched everything in a golden glow.
Molly gasped.
“Pretty, yeah?”
“It’s beautiful.”
I reached for her hand and threaded our fingers. “A lot different than Las Vegas.”
“It sure is.”
She didn’t pull her hand away, and a smile curved my lips.
When we pulled up to the big sliding metal gate, razor wire looped along the top. I wondered what she would think of our clubhouse. Several buildings squatted together in a row and contained the clubhouse, bedrooms, and the repair shop business the club ran. We fixed everything from motorcycles to lawnmowers to trucks.
The cash flow was decent. Most of the members knew how to tinker on cars and make general repairs. We’d bought the best diagnostics machines, lift equipment, power tools, and all the shit we’d need back when we started. Hades and Grave provided the startup funds, and we only made money since the repair shop, Rebel Auto Repair, opened.
