Craving Molly (The Aces' Sons 2)

She was surprisingly well-spoken.

“Won’t a nurse take me to X-ray?” I asked as Mike kicked the brake off the bed I was in.

“I’m already here, I can take you,” he replied easily, making me cringe. He was going to grill me. Everyone in the room knew it.

“I’ll go with you,” Amy said softly, dropping her purse in Will’s lap with a thunk.

We left Will sitting in the chair by the window, and I closed my eyes as I was wheeled down the hall. I was sitting up in the bed, but the fluorescent lights on the ceiling still made me dizzy as we worked our way down the corridor. I was putting up a good front, but my stomach churned with nerves the longer we were at the hospital. I needed to know if they’d found my dad. I had to know if he was okay. Since the moment I’d known that Rebel was safe, he’d been all I could think about.

“You have anything you want to tell me?” Mike asked as he pushed me into the X-ray room.

“I told you what happened,” I replied tiredly as he moved briskly around the room. “I crashed the four wheeler I was riding.”

“Since when did you start riding four wheelers?” His voice dropped in disbelief as he stopped in front of me.

“Today,” I said with a smirk, my split lip protesting the movement. “Why do you think I crashed?” He opened his mouth to argue, but whatever he was about to say was cut off by the tech coming in, asking Amy to leave if there was any chance of her being pregnant.

* * *

Two hours later, I was drowsily leaning my head against the back window of Amy’s car as we headed back to the clubhouse. I hadn’t heard any news from the guys who’d gone over to check on my dad. I was pretty sure Will had been in contact with them, but he hadn’t said a word to me and I was too afraid to ask him. He’d really only given me updates on how Rebel was doing with his mom.

“Boys are back,” Amy said as we pulled in the gates. “Looks like Patrick waited for me, too.”

“Like he’d leave without ya,” Will teased as we came to a stop behind a long line of motorcycles. “You two are connected at the hip.”

“Zip it,” Amy ordered, putting the car in park. “And help Molly inside.”

“I don’t need help!” I called to her as she climbed out, ignoring me. “I don’t need your help,” I said again when Will hopped out of the front seat and opened my door.

“That’s how it is, then?” he asked, falling into step beside me as I made my way slowly toward the front door.

“How what is?” I snapped. I didn’t know why I was so irritated. He’d been nothing but nice to me since I’d shown up at their party.

“Me and you.”

“There is no me and you,” I said, coming to a stop.

“There’s always gonna be a me and you,” he argued, stepping toward me.

“Is that why you threw us away?” I blurted incredulously. “You have a funny way of showing your devotion.”

“You told me to leave!” he yelled, his brows pulled together in confusion.

“You left a week before that!” I hissed back. “You acted like a pussy and disappeared instead of telling me you were done!”

“I wasn’t done!”

“Bullshit. You took off and didn’t answer a text or a phone call. I was freaking out, Will! I wasn’t sleeping, I could barely eat because I was so worried about that surgery.”

“Everything okay out here?” Will’s dad asked from the doorway.

I ignored him.

“Oh, wait. You didn’t care about that, right? Because Rebel is my kid. It’s not your responsibility to give a shit.” I swayed on my feet and Will reached out to grab me. “Don’t touch me,” I ordered, turning to face Grease as his presence finally registered. “Did you find my dad?”

“We did,” he said with a somber nod.

I didn’t know what that meant. I couldn’t read the man’s expression. He didn’t even have one. His face was completely blank. I tried to take a step forward, but my feet couldn’t seem to move. I glanced down at them in confusion and that’s when everything went black.

I woke up in Will’s darkened bedroom, the sounds of the club faint through the walls. Barely opening my eyes, I caught sight of a darkened shape lounging across the foot of the bed and instantly knew who it was.

“Did I seriously faint?” I asked groggily, rolling gingerly toward Will. Someone had tucked me in, and the heavy blankets were surprisingly nice.

“Yep.”

I waited for him to say something else, anything else. But like always, when I needed Will to speak, he was silent.

“My dad?” I asked hoarsely.

“I’m sorry, Moll,” he murmured back.