“Let me the fuck outta here,” I yelled, pulling hard at the straps on my wrists. The metal groaned as the restraints shifted, and I found myself wishing that I hadn’t stopped taking the fucking steroids. I needed to find out what the fuck was happening.
“Will!” a voice shouted. “Stop.”
I looked toward the door where a couple of orderlies were standing, but I couldn’t see shit beyond their wide chests. Jesus, those fuckers were fat. I could take them.
I clenched my teeth and pulled at my arms again, my chest burning so bad that for a second, I thought for sure I was going to pass out.
“Will, quit!” the voice said again, closer.
I opened my eyes to see a familiar face staring down at me. I knew those blue eyes that were almost hidden behind a pair of glasses. I knew that dark blonde hair.
“Molly,” I ground out. “Untie me.”
“I can’t.”
“Bullshit!”
“I really can’t,” she said softly.
The tenderness in her expression fucking gutted me and I slammed my eyes closed again as my stomach clenched on a sob.
“Just let me up,” I said hoarsely, opening my eyes.
“You have to calm down,” she said back. Then I felt her fingers in my hair. “They won’t untie you until you can keep your shit together.”
“I’m good,” I promised. “I’m good.”
“I know,” she sighed, her fingers still running through my hair. “But I can’t undo the restraints.”
“Let me the fuck up, you cunt!” I yelled back, my patience with her gone. I ripped at the restraints again as she jumped in surprise, her hand jerking away from my head. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
Molly Duncan’s eyes went wide as I shouted, then shut as she shook her head.
“Your mother would kick your ass for talking to me like that, William Hawthorne!” she yelled back, startling me. “Now, shut the fuck up and I’ll go see how she’s doing!”
My mouth snapped shut. She was going to help me, thank fuck. I had to know. I had to know how my mom was. I knew Tommy was fine. And Rose was good, too. Mick was—no. I couldn’t think about that. I needed to know about my mom.
“Thank you,” I said around the lump in my throat.
“Of course,” she said, her voice soft again as she reached out to give my forearm a squeeze before leaving the room.
She’d come back a while later and let me know that my mom had made it through surgery. She’d also brought my little brother Tommy with her, and as he stood by the side of the bed, she’d unbuckled the restraints. I guess she’d known that I wouldn’t lose my shit with my baby brother there, looking like he was going to fall over. He’d been wearing a borrowed set of scrubs and he’d still had Mick’s dried blood on his neck and parts of his arms.#p#分页标题#e#
She’d never even said a word when she’d come to check on me later and found Tommy next to me in my hospital bed, holding my hand. She’d just gone about her business, taking my blood pressure and shit like there wasn’t a teenage boy lying there, crying in his sleep.
Jesus, maybe being around her wasn’t my best idea. Just seeing her face brought back a host of shit that I never wanted to think about again. I’d never been able to forget the sight of my baby brothers going down, the younger shielding the older, but at least I usually had a handle on that shit. I didn’t think about it. I pressed forward. If I let myself think about the events that led up to the worst day of my entire goddamn life, I lost focus. I took stupid fucking risks, lost control.
My mother couldn’t handle losing another one of her children. She wouldn’t survive it.
Molly mumbled something, and when I glanced down at her, she was smacking her lips and raising her eyebrows. I knew right then that I was already in. It didn’t matter that she was going to fuck everything up.
I fell asleep at some point, with my feet hanging off the end of the couch and my head resting on one of the arms.
Chapter 3
Molly
My first thought when I woke up the next morning was that my mouth tasted like absolute ass.
My second thought was the realization that I was lying on top of Will, and had been doing so all night.
“Mornin’,” he rasped, as I groaned against his pec.
It was a nice pec. Firm. Defined, but not too large. I hated when guys had bigger tits than I did.
“I can’t believe you stayed,” I told his sternum as I tilted my head down as far as I could. My breath was probably rank.
“No shit. My neck is fuckin’ killin’ me. Should’ve taken you to bed,” he grumbled.