“Miss Brookes, you broke your contract when you had missed turning up for work. With no call or contact, we have no choice but to terminate your employment.”
Sour faced bitch has no intention of reinstating me, and I can see it written all over her. “Is that your last decision on this?”
Mrs. Grosvenor sighs, “Yes, I’m sorry but that is my decision.”
“Okay.” I walk out of the office, and march right downstairs where Bri and Marcia are waiting for me. “Come on, ladies, we have work to do.”
Marcia and Bri grin as they follow me to the craft store where I speak to the manager about my predicament and what I need. Alicia the manager smiles, and shows me to a corner of the shop where Marcia, Bri, Alicia and I get to work.
Ninety minutes later, Marcia, Bri and I have placards in our hands, held over our heads, which reads,‘Fired after being kidnapped!’Now, I have to say this is gaining a lot of attention, and the hospital staff are watching from the main doors, but staying far enough back to not get involved.
People are mumbling, discussing with us each time we stop pacing about why we are protesting. The mayor’s wife, Mrs.Whitethorn, introduces herself, and I explain why we are protesting. She looks scandalized, but not as upset and annoyed as I am.
“Leave this with me, Molly,” Mrs. Whitethorn states, after we have introduced ourselves properly. “I’ll speak to Mr. Whitethorn about this. It’s despicable and beyond unethical.”
Watching Mrs. Whitethorn storm away, I give Bri a look. But why is she looking like that? She has nerves, and some anticipation crossing her face. Following her gaze, I sigh. Saddle is here for her, and we all know what punishment she is going to get.
Marcia is looking a little more nervous as Bank steps forward, giving her an eyebrow lift and a half-smirk. “Shit!” I hear Marcia mumble under her breath.
I’m thinking I’m home and dry until Whack, Cannon and Zion all step forward giving me a serious look. I blink a few times with nerves, but stand my ground the best I can.
“Molly, you are in deep shit,” Zion smirks. “I can’t wait to see what punishment Breaker has for you when he gets back.”
I thought they were having church? Maybe that’s over and Breaker has gone to work. I’m not sure what the hell he does, but not sure I want to know either.
“He has no right to think about punishing me, in any way, shape, or form. I’m not his woman, or any other person's woman.” Yeah, you know I’m trying to be brave, but the sick smirk Whack has on his face stops me from saying more.
Whack turns heading back to his bike, but says, “Get her back to the clubhouse.” As he does Cannon and Zion step forward takingthe placards and my arm and lead me to a van they have parked nearby.
Back at the clubhouse I’m told if I leave again without permission, Whack or Cannon will give out the punishment, and it will be harsher than any Breaker will give.
Sighing, all I can do is wait for Breaker to turn up and see what this punishment is going to be. But I’m hungry so I’m going to get something to eat before I head to my room and rest for a while.
While making a sandwich one of the club girls named Mella walks in. I’m wondering if her name is Mella because it’s short for melodrama? Seems it’s all these club girls do, you know, cause untold drama.
“So, you’ve been here all of three days and already causing shit for Breaker,” said snidely, but I don’t react, as I don’t care what she says. “You’re ignorant too. Nothing to say for yourself?”
“Not interested in what you think, or say, so take a walk,” I eventually respond.
That seems to upset her, as she throws her hands onto her hips, giving me as much attitude as she can. “My BFF is Floss, and you already have gotten her into trouble. So, why don’t you fuck off and disappear because nobody wants you around here.”
“Again, I’m not interested in what you say. If Floss is your BFF, it says a lot about you!” I’m staying calm, but inside my gut is boiling.
A screech takes me by surprise and as I turn Mella is on me, clawing at my face, and trying to pull my hair. Well, that’s not going to fly! I duck the hand that tries to grab me and I throw out a punch which catches her on the cheek. Another screech andshe tries to slap me, but I duck and spin throwing my elbow in her face, right before grabbing a handful of her hair.
By this time, some of the brothers have appeared and instead of stopping the fight they are smirking and leaning against the wall. I hear one say, “Nothing better than a bitch fight, but Breaker’s woman is something else. She has real moves.”
I stand looking at the huge handful of hair I’m holding. Extensions, lots and lots of extensions, which have come out as I’ve grabbed Mella’s hair. “Oh, yuck!!” I state loudly as I throw the hair on the floor. “For goodness' sake, that is just nasty.” But looking up I can see the stricken look on Mella’s face as she’s standing with a huge bald patch on her head. No, don’t laugh, no, no, don’t do it…but the laugh comes anyway, as I rush to the sink to wash my hands. The other club girls have arrived and are consoling Mella as they take her away. Pattie looks over at me and winks. She is the nice one out of the bunch and she obviously thinks Mella got what was coming.
“Trouble, go to your room and stay there,” Cannon states, but I can see he is amused by what’s gone on. I give him a nod as I huff, leave my sandwich, and head back to my room. This has been a hell of a day and it’s only two in the afternoon!
CHAPTER 7
*~* Breaker *~*
Walking into church, I take my seat at the head table and relax back while we wait for Whack to appear. He’s always the last to enter church unless it’s an urgent meeting. I know we have quite a lot to plow through today, and the brothers look tense. I’m wondering if I’ve missed something?
Griller sitting on my right gives me a nudge. “What’s going on with Molly? Is she going to be here a while?”
