“Alright, Moll. Sleep, sugar.”
I dropped my head back against the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Fuck.
“Good job, nephew,” Farrah’s soft voice called from the doorway.
I shifted my head to the side and realized I hadn’t closed the door and my aunt had been standing there watching us.
“I’m glad you got your shit together and came back.”
“Why does everyone keep sayin’ I didn’t have my shit together?” I asked, looking back at the ceiling.
“Baby, you’ve been ridin’ hell bent for leather for years. And I get it. When I was around your age, I went off the fuckin’ rails. But at some point, you gotta lean on the club and let them carry the weight for a while.”
“Is that what you did?” I asked, glancing at her.
“I let Cody carry it. Your great-gram, too.”
“Just wanted to take care of those fucks,” I admitted. “Kills me that I’m not.”
“I get that, too,” she said softly. “But you’re needed here at home. Sometimes you gotta let your brothers have your back, Wilfred. That’s the only way this works.”#p#分页标题#e#
“It’s not Wilfred, it’s William,” I corrected quietly, a familiar sentence that I’d said to her a million times before.
“Oh, right. Well, that’s boring,” she replied with a soft smile. The little joke was her I love you to me. It always had been. She left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.
I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t relax. I wondered where the boys were. If they were getting close. If those Russians were still holed up in the hotel or if they’d moved on. I really hoped that they hadn’t. It made me sick to think of the boys getting there and not being able to find them.
Molly shifted, and I reached down to pull off the sling she had wrapped around her. It didn’t seem to bother her, but the way she was laying meant that it pulled pretty tight on the back of her neck. Her cast ran all the way up and over her elbow and she was going to have a hell of a time doing anything.
I was looking forward to helping her in the shower, assuming she even let me help her. I hadn’t been deluded enough to think that she was going to let me skate by without bringing up shit from the past, but for some reason, I’d thought she’d forgiven me already. She’d been letting me take care of her for the past few days and hadn’t said shit about it, and I’d assumed that we were going to let that shit go for now.
Apparently, I was a stupid asshole, because from the crap she’d been saying as I carried her inside, we were far from forgiveness. Not that I blamed her. I’d fucked up big time when I’d taken off without a word.
“Wanna get down?” Molly mumbled against my cut, startling me.
“What?”
“Wanna get down?” she asked again.
I couldn’t help the rumble of laughter that came from my mouth. “Nah, sugar, I’m tired. Let’s sleep for a bit.”
“Fine,” she groused. Two seconds later she was asleep again.
* * *
“You find ’em?” I asked, answering my phone that night. Molly had woken up groggy but lucid, and she’d been laying on my bed watching Rebel play on the floor for the past hour. I’d tried sitting with her for a bit, but eventually I’d had to find something to do. Currently, I was reorganizing shit behind the bar.
“Found ’em,” Hulk said, his voice low. “But we’re gonna be here a bit longer.”
“Why?” I asked, something in his voice making my gut churn.
“Kozlov’s got lots to say, man. Fuckin’ tons of shit to say.” There was a message in there somewhere, but I had no fucking clue what it was.
“You need me up there?” I asked, glancing toward the hallway leading to my room.
“No. Stay where you are.” Someone said something in the background that I couldn’t hear, and the phone was covered up, because there was silence for a few seconds before Hulk came back on. “I’ll call you back, man. Stay there—it’s all good.”
I stood there staring at my phone like it was going to bite me. What the fuck was that? Something was happening in Ontario and I had no fucking clue what it was.
“Hey,” Molly called, coming from the hallway holding Rebel’s hand. “We’re hungry.”
“That right?” I asked, a smile pulling at my lips, the phone call pushed to the back of my mind. They looked so damn sweet together. Moll’s hair was messy as hell and she was in nothing but yoga pants and one of my t-shirts since she couldn’t get the cast through the arm of any of hers, and Rebel was already dressed for bed since she’d come back to the clubhouse covered in makeup. Lily and Rose hadn’t been watching her too close when she was in Rose’s room with them. “Whatcha hungry for?”#p#分页标题#e#