Malice's Possession(58)
“Go with what feels right in here.” Molly placed a hand over her heart. And when she smiled Adrianna knew that Molly could tell she wanted Malice in a way that was so much more. “Listen, I have a few other girls to check on, but if you ever need anything, or just want to talk you have my number.” Molly stood and Adrianna did the same, and after she gave Adrianna a hug and Molly left she stood there and stared out the window. She took the few words Molly had said and let them register. Did she really want to go down that path with Malice? And if he wanted to go down that road with her was it going to be real?
Chapter Seventeen
Two weeks later
It had only been fourteen days, and Adrianna felt strangely right at home at the cabin, but she also missed Malice. It might have been very fast that her feelings for him had escalated to this point, but she knew better than anyone that life could be snuffed out faster than she could blink. If she truly wanted him—which she did—she needed to embrace that and just go with it. Her physical wounds were already healed, and she loved being at the cabin and helping the other girls not only with domestic things, but also talking with them. Strangely she had a lot in common with them with bad childhoods, abusive relationships, and then finally finding her way to The Brothers of Menace cabin. These women might have been former prostitutes, and might even go back to doing that line of work when they decided they wanted to leave River Run, but Adrianna didn’t judge. In fact she found that they had so much strength, were loving toward each other, and only wanted to survive in this world.
Adrianna wiped off the kitchen counter one last time. Everyone was gone for the evening. The women had taken Kendra into town, and she had heard from Tatum that they were all going to meet up at the clubhouse for a surprise and impromptu birthday party. Adrianna was spending the evening with Malice and his son, maybe even spending the night, but she planned on seeing Kendra on her birthday sometime tonight. No way would she miss that sweet girl’s birthday. She closed her eyes and breathed out deeply. She may have only known the women a couple of weeks, but she considered them her family. They were women that had faced a lot of horrors: born from crack addicted mothers, sold to random men their fathers knew, and finally becoming the only thing they knew about. They were survivors; she was a survivor, and she reminded herself of that every day. They were furthering their education and living in a home provided to them by an outlaw motorcycle club. Her nerves were causing her hands to shake and her palms to sweat. She had yet to meet Dakota, and she did worry that the little boy wouldn’t like her. Adrianna wasn’t accustomed to being around children, and for that she was thankful, because the life she had been subjected to shouldn’t have children involved anyway.
She looked at the clock and saw that Malice would be there to pick her up any minute, so she quickly put the cleaning supplies away and went to the foyer. The house was so still and silent with no one in it, empty in not just the literal sense. Working at the cabin allowed her to earn some money, and she was proud to have it saved away in a small bank account in town. Malice had even helped her get the five hundred dollars she had in the Fairview bank. Now she had a nice little nest egg, nothing extravagant, but enough that she felt somewhat secure knowing she had that back-up. Next on her list was getting herself a car, and maybe one day a home for herself, but to be honest she was thinking about Malice, and what it would be like to stay with him. Of course he had broached the subject of her moving in with him. It wasn’t like they kept what they had a secret. Everyone knew their relationship started off complicated, but she wasn’t going anywhere, and she knew in her heart that neither was Malice. He had said as much, and even though it had only been two weeks, being with him felt right on every single level.
This wasn’t just a sexual relationship with Malice, although just thinking about his big, hard body over hers, cradling her, protecting her, and bringing her to the brink of death with the pleasure he gave her had her entire body heating. She was like a fiend for him, because it wasn’t that he made her feel so incredibly good. It was the way he held her, talked to her and made sure she was okay, that made the experience more intimate.
She opened the front door, and something on the porch caught her attention. She glanced down, saw a piece of paper under a rock by the door, and bent down to pick it up. It was some kind of church pamphlet. “The Church of the Good and Only,” she read out loud. The name sounded a little narrow-minded and pretentious. She turned and tossed the paper on the table by the door and stepped out and onto the patio. She shut the front door just as she heard Malice’s Harley coming closer. Ruin and Rock had left about twenty minutes ago since they were the ones that took the ladies to town, but Pierce had stayed behind just until Malice showed up. Pierce came out of the small cabin to the side of the main one. It was for the guys to sleep when they were staying over and watching things. He waved to her just as Malice pulled his bike to a stop in front of her. She moved toward Malice and couldn’t help but smile. God, she missed him.