Malice's Possession(49)

“I was at the cabin in the back when you stopped by.”

“Yeah.” He straddled his bike, and although he didn’t say it he knew what she was going to say.

“And I talked to the new girl … Adrianna.”

He didn’t respond, just put his helmet on anxious to get off the phone and see Adrianna. He wanted to see Dakota, but his kid’s health came first, and if Molly thought he needed his rest, then he did.

“Some of the girls were talking about how you were the one to bring her to the cabin, and that she was staying there for an undetermined amount of time.”

“Yeah, and? You’ve never questioned anything like this before, and some of the other guys brought women to the cabin.”

“Yeah, but I also have never heard any of the other members doing inappropriate things with those women either.”

Everything inside of Malice stilled. “Inappropriate things? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Mandi said she was outside the bedroom door and heard a lot of moaning.” There was a moment silence from Molly, and then he heard her sigh. “I don’t care what you do, Malice, and as long as no one gets hurt and is happy is all that matters. But I saw Adrianna, spoke to her even. She’s a sweet woman, but her life has been really screwed up. I can’t help but think that doing sexual things with her in the mindset that she is in and especially after what had happened to her is not the best move.”

Malice scratched his jaw and breathed out. “It isn’t like that, Molly. I’m not attacking the poor girl because I’m hard-up. We…” He didn’t even feel like getting into this with her, and it wasn’t her damn business, and he was pissed that people had run their fucking mouths on shit they didn’t know.

“You didn’t have sex with an abuse victim?”

“Goddammit, Molly.” He raised his voice, and although he didn’t mean to yell at her the fact she was implying he had fucking done something wrong pissed him off. Malice heard Stinger’s angry voice through the receiver. “Tell Stinger to calm the fuck down.” He rubbed his eyes and listened to Molly calm down the other biker. “I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone else. I’m not some damn pervert that likes doing shit with women that are not consensual, or even implying that if she did do something with me it was because she was traumatized.” He was pissed now, and as much as he meant what he said to Molly he had thought about wanting Adrianna as wrong because of what she had been through.

“Calm down, Trevor.” Molly used his first name because she was pissed. That was the only time she ever did. “I’m not implying you’re a pervert or a bad man. I am just asking that you be careful. Adrianna was really enamored with you, and the more we talked, and the more she was saying you saved her the more I realized that you could hurt her—”

There was that fucking word again … enamored. “I would never hurt her, Molly. I don’t hurt women. Besides, Adrianna is different. I feel different when I’m around her.” He didn’t even want to be having this conversation with Molly but it was clear she was looking out for the other woman. “She’s special.” Another second of silence but he was done with this conversation. “Listen, I have to go. Thank you for looking out for her, and for wanting to make sure she was safe. That’s what I want, too.”

“You really care about her?”

“Yeah, Molly, I really do. And before you say how crazy it sounds I’ll remind you that you and Stinger hadn’t exactly been dating for years.” No, they’d had pretty much jumped right into a relationship. If it feels right, and makes someone happy who the fuck cared how fast everything happened. “I really do have to go, but give Dakota a hug and kiss for me, and let him know I’ll call him tomorrow to see how he is doing.” After he disconnected the call he shoved the cell back in his cut and stare at the road in front of him. Of course Molly had brought up some good points, but that didn’t mean they were real. He cared for Adrianna, and he knew she did as well. Did he think maybe she was drawn to him because he saved her? Maybe, but she was an adult, had lived a life that had made her realize what was real and what wasn’t, and he had felt how genuine her words and touches had been.

“Fuck.” He cursed feeling annoyed and irritated. The sun was just starting to set, and he watched it dip down past the horizon. Maybe if he wasn’t such a selfish bastard he could have turned away from her, but they definitely had a connection, and besides, he couldn’t get her off his brain. Starting the engine of his bike and revving the engine he sat there for only a second longer before pulling out onto the street. He’d find out how she really felt, but he’d also tell her that she was more to him that just someone to fuck.