“We done?” I asked, refusing to sit back down.
Dragon stared at me for a full minute, probably to remind me who the fuck was in charge, then lifted his hand and slammed the gavel down.
I was out the door before anyone else had even risen from the table.
“Moose, man, wait up,” Cam called behind me as I stormed completely out of the clubhouse. “We were just givin’ you shit.”
They were. I knew that. It still made my skin crawl.
“Fuck man, we’ve fucked with you worse than that before.”
“If someone said that shit about Trix, you’d lose it,” I pointed out, coming to a stop.
“Different and you know it,” Cam mumbled.
“Not really.”
“You that far gone?”
“Pretty much.” I gripped the back of my neck in frustration.
Things were fine with Molly. Good. But the woman had fucking blinders on, and I knew the moment they came off, I was going to be in a whole heap of shit. After she’d freaked out about my dad, I was dreading the day I that had to pull her farther in to the life. And it would happen. At some point, we’d be at that place where she needed to know shit, and the minute she did, she was going to bail and I wouldn’t be able to protect her.
I knew it, yet that didn’t keep me from stopping by her house every fucking night.
“Make the announcement, then,” Cam said, getting my attention again. “Bring her around.”
“Won’t work,” I replied, shaking my head.
“Boys’ll lay off, man. You know they will.”
“Molly’s fuckin’ clueless,” I informed him, watching his face drop in shock. “Her dad must’ve fuckin’ sheltered her from shit, because she’s got no fuckin’ clue.”
“Duncan’s kid? Seriously?”
“She’s afraid of my dad. Thinks I’m different.”
Cam laughed incredulously. “You need to work that shit out.”
“I know that.”
“Cut her loose,” Cam said seriously. “Will, she’s that fuckin’ clueless, she could cause major fuckin’ problems.”
“Fuck that.” I walked toward my bike and pulled my helmet off the gas tank.
“Women like that,” Cam called out, shaking his head. “They don’t keep their mouths shut.”
“I’m not tellin’ her shit.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Cam said in frustration as I climbed on my bike. “She’ll know shit anyway.”
I didn’t reply as I fired up my bike. Molly didn’t know anything. Most old ladies didn’t know much, but Molly knew close to nothing. She saw my cut, knew I was an Ace, but that was the extent of it. She didn’t want to hear about the club, had no interest in going anywhere near it.
I pulled out of the gates and headed for Molly’s place without conscious thought. I’d barely been home since we started hanging out again. I mostly just stopped by to grab clean clothes and make sure no one had broken in. It wasn’t in the best part of town, but the neighbors were pretty cool. They stayed out of my business as long as I stayed out of theirs.
Shit, I wasn’t sure what the fuck to do about Molly. I wanted her badly, and there was something about her that just kept me coming back for more. She wasn’t someone I’d normally go for, wasn’t classically beautiful or built. She didn’t show off her body.
But fuck, when I got her naked, it was like every holiday rolled into one, and when we were fully dressed and just hanging out, she made me laugh. She was so goddamn sweet. She took good care of her kid and never lost her patience, at least with Rebel. Even when we were arguing, I wanted her.
I knocked on her front door and waited less than a minute for her to unlock it and let me in.
“I thought you had to work,” she said in embarrassment, smoothing back her messy hair as I went inside.
She was wearing an ugly set of flannel pajamas that had reindeer all over them, and a pair of thick, fuzzy socks. Rebel came waddling over as I began to smile, and I laughed a little. The baby was in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper, but she had a pair of Molly’s socks pulled all the way up her thighs and a stocking cap pulled down almost covering her eyes.
“Did I interrupt?” I asked, looking back at Molly as Reb came closer and raised her arms so I would pick her up.
“It’s a lazy day,” Molly answered, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing and dropping them back down. “God, you had to show up today, didn’t you?”
“Didn’t want to miss the lazy day.” I leaned down, still smiling, and kissed her.
“You didn’t know it was lazy day,” Molly replied against my mouth.
“What do you do on lazy day?” I asked as I pulled back.
“We watch TV,” Molly answered, turning to walk farther into the living room. “And we cuddle up in the blankets and lay around.”