Luck of the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 2)

Chapter 12Briar

“Smooth fucking move, asshole,” I mutter as I watch Dr. Do-Good reach his hand in and help Molly out of his douchey car. “She’s not fucking helpless, you know?”

My grimace transforms into a half-assed smile when I notice her looking around the parking lot. Either she feels me watching her, or she’s checking the area around her for danger. Both scenarios make me extremely proud.

As my luck would have it, they disappear inside and end up sitting somewhere out of range of the front windows. He didn’t seem very handsy, and from the looks of the parking lot, the restaurant is incredibly busy tonight, so I don’t imagine he’s going to try to get fresh with her.

Hell, I don’t think they’ll be in there long. Molly can’t even stand the smell of tuna in the can, and this ignorant idiot just escorted her into a damn sushi restaurant. She’d do better with a double cheese pizza or tacos, but let the vet crash and burn.

Contrary to what I believed when I first arrived, Molly doesn’t emerge from the restaurant immediately. I’m contemplating rushing the building two hours later, but as if on cue, they shove open the door with matching smiles on their faces.

The simple hand-holding they shared when they arrived has transformed into arms around each other’s backs. His ability to use a mere two hours to get his arm around her makes my blood pressure skyrocket. The way I’m feeling isn’t fair to her or myself, but I can’t control my emotions as much as I thought I could. I didn’t have a damn clue how I’d react in the aftermath of telling her she needed to find someone that was better suited to her, but the sight of them climbing back in his car with wide smiles and twinkling fucking eyes fucking crushes me.

I told her to move on. I insisted on it, knowing that a future including the two of us together isn’t a possibility. I’m considering my penchant for masochism, rather than the sadism that runs through my blood when I follow them back to the vet clinic. There’s the possibility as they pull into the lot and the car disappears around the back rather than parking in front like before that they’ll end up inside his place. He lives upstairs, so the chance of getting her alone in his own space is a possibility every single second that she spends inside that fucking building.

I know, given a chance without all of the consequences that comes with touching her, that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I can’t fault this fucker for wanting her. She’s gorgeous, supple, and has a fire in her eyes that screams devious sex kitten.

Before I can get too deep in imagining killing him and taking over his life, one where Molly and I stay in bed together for days at a time, I see them walking around the corner of the building toward her car.

When she gets to the driver’s door, she’s no longer looking around. No longer feeling my eyes on her or concerning herself with the dangers that may lurk in the dark. No, she’s solely focused on the douche as he cups her cheek. Her smaller hand closes over his as her eyes flutter closed.

My hand is on the door handle, ready to bleed him out like a prized hog when he leans in closer.

“It’s your death, motherfucker,” I hiss.

A second before the door opens enough to engage the dome light in the truck, his lips land on her forehead. It’s not as bad as her mouth, but the sweet smile on her lips when he pulls away is just as bad as if he’d pulled out his cock and slammed into her right before my eyes.

He’s still too close as they gaze at each other, lips moving as they speak softly to each other.

He escapes with his life tonight as Molly climbs in her car and he closes the door for her without trying his damn luck again. Like a lovesick fool, he stands in the parking lot with his hand held up in a wave and a goofy grin on his Abercrombie face as she pulls away.

He’s no longer my focus as I put the truck in gear and follow a few car lengths behind Molly.

“Where are you going, Princess?” I mumble when she bypasses our turn and heads deeper into town.

A thick lump forms in my throat when I realize she’s heading to the park. It’s not much, an old rusted slide, a small jungle-gym, and a couple of creaky swings, but Lynch and I took turns bringing her and TJ here when they were little. Back then he tried everything he could to protect them from what the club was really about. TJ is a lost cause, something everyone realized shortly after his mother was killed, but Molly was easier to distract from the sins committed in the clubhouse.