Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

But it felt that way. There was something untouched about her. And even though I was an outlaw, I wasn’t about to go after an underage girl.

I remembered how Devlin had to wait for Kaylie. He’d nearly gone out of his mind, especially as the time drew near. If Molly had been seventeen, or even sixteen, well, hell . . . I had a feeling I would wait for her too.

But I would have lost my damn mind in the process.

There was no drug, no bottle, not even enough ink in the world, to take away this particular ache.

She stepped out of the double glass doors and into the parking lot. She shaded her eyes with her hand, blinking like a sexy little owl.

Hold up, Callaway. An owl? What the hell was happening to me? I slapped myself internally.

Get a fucking grip, Callaway. You’ve never once lost your mind over a piece of trim, no matter how hot she was. Why start now?

But I had already lost my mind over this girl, and I knew it. And she was way more than a piece of ass to me. In fact, if anyone called her that, I had a feeling the guy would end up in the hospital. Or worse.

I walked over to her and pulled her in for a kiss. I did my best not to slobber all over her. She looked a bit surprised, but she didn’t push me away. I winced when I saw how tired she looked. Not that she wasn’t beautiful. She was. But her eyes looked weary and her face was pale.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get you some rest.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll get you tucked in and grab some food.”

“Okay.”

I grinned. I liked how agreeable she was being. Of course, she might just be too exhausted to argue. I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere with this girl tonight. It wasn’t like I was going to try and hump her while she was unconscious or anything.

“You working all night again?”

She nodded as I helped her with her helmet.

“And tomorrow?”

She nodded again.

“You’re going to hurt yourself doing that. Tell you what—why I don’t pull a shift for you? If they aren’t paying you anyway, they won’t care if you take a night off.”

“No, you can’t.” She shook her head swiftly. “I need to be there in case he wakes up.”

I sighed.

“But doll . . .”

She set her jaw and looked at me. She was no pushover, my little angel. I gave up, knowing I had to find a way to help her.

Not that it wasn’t selfish of me. I mean if she never had a night off, I was not going to be having a lot of sex. And I wanted sex. All the sex.

But only with her.

Yeah, the candy shop had officially closed for business. Nobody was more surprised than me. But this slip of a girl had me tied up in knots, and I hadn’t even had her yet.

If things kept going the way they were, I didn’t see how I was going to get my dick wet in the next century. Something had to be done.

I’d talk to the guys, I decided. I wouldn’t say anything about being head over heels. I’d act like it was no big deal.

Problem solved. Soon. I hopped onto the bike and guided her arms around my waist.

“Hold on tight, babe.”

Chapter Four

Molly

I rolled over in my tiny bed, sighing in ecstasy. The bed was small and the apartment was dreary and drab, but right now, there was no place on Earth I would rather be.

A soft sound from the kitchen brought me fully awake.

I sat up, panic shooting through my body. I lived alone, in a not-so-great part of town. My landlord was a sweet old lady who had lived here with her family when it had been much safer. She’d turned the second floor of her house into two tiny apartments after her husband passed away. Right now, I was the only tenant.

I really liked Mrs. Keeley, but I couldn’t exactly call out for help if I needed it. Not only could she not help, but I doubted she could even hear me. I glanced around for my phone, thinking I could call 911. Maybe they’d get here before I was dismembered. Or kidnapped.

Who was I kidding? Who would kidnap me? You needed family to pay a ransom, and it was pretty clear I didn’t have any. If I did, I wouldn’t be living in a place like this.

I held perfectly still as the sounds continued from the kitchen. I heard a soft curse and sniffed the air. I frowned. Someone was trying to be quiet while they . . . cooked? It all came back in a flash. The huge biker who had started showing up last night. He’d driven me home and . . .