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Craving Molly(63)

By:Nicole Jacquelyn


“I won’t tell you a goddamn thing until they’re gone,” my dad rasped, glaring at the three men.

“Ah, not to worry. I have no use for child. Dirty business, making war with children.”

I reached my dad, and laid my hand lightly on his arm as I called Rebel’s name. The muscles beneath my hand flexed, but he didn’t move as I rubbed my thumb across his skin. He didn’t want to give the men any reason to change their mind.#p#分页标题#e#

I wasn’t sure why he’d finally broken. I’d been beaten until everywhere above my hips throbbed with every beat of my heart, but suddenly my dad had been willing to talk. A small seed of resentment bloomed as I helped Rebel to her feet. I was bleeding, and I wasn’t even sure where it was coming from, and after the last half an hour of getting the crap kicked out of me, my dad was going to tell them what they wanted to know anyway. It was all for nothing.

“Come on, Rebel,” I whispered, my throat too sore to speak at a normal level. Had they hit me there? I couldn’t remember.

As soon as I had Rebel’s hand in mine, I looked at my dad. “I love you, Dad.”

“You too, princess.”

I stared into his eyes and I knew that was the last time I would. The grief was there, like someone tapping on my shoulder, but I didn’t feel it then. I couldn’t. I had to get my baby out of that house. It was the only thing I could focus on. Not the blood dripping down my neck, not the throbbing arm, not my dad’s mangled face. No, the only thing I could think of was getting Rebel as far away as I possibly could. It was like I had tunnel vision. The only thing I could see was Rebel away from those monsters.

I walked her out of the house as quickly as I could, but it still wasn’t very fast. She moved slow as a snail on a regular day, especially when I wasn’t pulling her along behind me telling her to hurry up a little. We shuffled out the front door and I heard the short man’s voice calling out, but I didn’t stop. Not for one second.

I held Rebel back at the top of the stairs, then used my good arm to lift her when I reached the bottom. I realized somewhat vaguely that she’d dropped her Kindle as I stumbled to the car. Gripping the handle of her door, I moaned as I used the hand on my bad arm to pull it open. My stomach rolled.

“In,” I said frantically, awkwardly shoving Reb into her seat. My hand wasn’t working properly, so it took me three attempts to get her seatbelt buckled.

As I finally slammed her door shut, the big man that had held me came out onto the porch and I yelped as I threw my door open, falling into the seat even as I rushed to close it behind me. A wave of dizziness rolled over me as I turned the key in the ignition.

I shouldn’t be driving. I could barely even see without my glasses, and I was bleary-eyed with pain.

I slammed the car into drive and braced my left arm against my chest as I spun the car around, spitting gravel at the man climbing into the car I hadn’t recognized when I’d pulled up earlier. A quick glance in the mirror told me that he was following me, and I sobbed as I raced down the driveway, each pot hole jostling my small car so much that little whimpers left my mouth.

When I got to the road, I turned right. I didn’t think it over or debate about it. I just hit the accelerator and tore down the road in the opposite direction of town. It would take me too long to get there and the man was right behind me. There was no one at my house. If I went to the police station, he’d kill me before I even got inside.

There was only one place that I knew people would greet me the minute I pulled up.

Less than five minutes later, I was at the Aces MC gates.

I didn’t stop the car until my front bumper had hit the chain link.

“What the fuck?” one of the men standing on the other side of the fence yelled.

I looked in my rearview mirror to see the man race past my car, not even slowing.

“You lost, lady?” the other guy at the gate asked.

I shook my head, and reached across myself to open my door.

“Stay in your car,” the kid called again. He seemed young.#p#分页标题#e#

Then I realized it was Tommy Hawthorne.

“Tommy,” I rasped, practically falling out of my car. “Men—”

I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Molly?” he asked dubiously, rushing for the center of the gate where a large chain held it closed.

“My dad’s house. Russian men.”

“Holy fuck!” he blurted as he got the gate open. “Go get help!”

The other guy went running as Tommy finally opened up the gate.

“Where’s the baby?” he asked, lifting his arms like he wasn’t sure where to touch me, or if he should.