Two hours later, my stomach is rattling with hunger, and I have to make sure I get the meal ready for this evening. In the kitchen, I quickly make myself a smoothie. It’s bound to keep me going for quite some time. I can sip that while I work, and with that thought I step into the pantry and collect what I need to get everything ready.
I’m going to be happy when I get out of here and start working for Jamie. Not sure when that will be, but I reckon they’ll not let me leave until the two weeks of punishment are done.
Hunk of beef in the oven and the vegetables ready, I’m cleaning away the mess I’ve made when the kitchen door opens and Drifter walks inside.
“Molly, I wanted to say thanks for all you did for me.”
I hold my hand up to stop him. “I would have done it for anyone Drifter, but I’m more than happy you are okay.”
“It hurts like a bitch, but at least it will heal. I’ve got vitamins to help my recovery, which is Jamie’s idea of course.” Drifter rolls his eyes, and I giggle because honest to goodness he looks like a teenager being ordered to do something he doesn’t want to do, but he’ll do it anyway.
“I think you were lucky I was here just at that moment. You were bleeding heavily. The good thing is having Jamie on hand if something like this happens.” I give Drifter another small smile and turn to continue washing dishes and cleaning up after my prepping.
“Do you need any help?” Drifter asks, and I turn while shaking my head. “No, I’ve got to do it all by myself.”
“Okay. But again, thanks, Molly.” Drifter walks out of the kitchen, and I continue working until fifteen minutes later the door flies open, and Marcia rushes into the kitchen.
“Molly, Molly, I just overheard Carrie-Anne is in town.”
Now, I don’t wait for Marcia to say any more. I drop the towel in my hand and rush to the backdoor, throwing it open and running smack into a hard chest.
“Woah, where are you running to, Molly?” Breaker smirks at me as I look up at him. “You know you don’t need to throw yourself at me. If you’re interested and want an hour in my room, I’m willing!”
Growling at the audacity of the idiot, I give a frustrated squeal, and without thinking I kick him as hard as I can in his shin. Now, I can tell you he can curse like a sailor, and hop well on one foot. I can skedaddle with the best of them, running for the gate, and freedom where I can search for my stepsister and kill her at last.
“RUN, MOLLY, RUN!” I hear from behind me and can only guess it’s Marcia. I don’t stop to see who it is, as I have to dodge the prospect on the gate, who is standing with both his arms out like he’s trying to stop a ball hitting the back of the goalkeeper's net.
What brought me to a halt was the shot fired and the puff of dust that hit the ground in front of me. I don’t turn to see who has fired the weapon because I’m struggling to stop the tears from flowing that have gathered in my eyes.
You guessed, I’m back in the kitchen with a prospect called Mateo watching my every move. I’m so frustrated I could bawl like a baby. I, however, hold back my feelings and finish making the meal.
Two hours later, the meal is over, and I’m finally finishing the cleaning up afterwards. The dishwashers are on, and I’m done. I have no emotions to give when Breaker steps into the kitchen, giving the prospect a chin lift to leave the kitchen.
“Well, Molly, Whack has added another week to kitchen duty.” I say nothing as I snatch all the towels and cloths I need to take to the utility room. “You can’t get out of here until your time is up,” Breaker continues.
Again, I say nothing. I stand looking at the utility room door while waiting for him to stop gloating. “Okay, Molly, get your chores finished. Tomorrow you may find Whack wants to speak to you.” Nothing…I give him nothing. I remain staring at the door to where I’ll take this laundry. “Do you have nothing to say, Molly?”
“A prisoner has no rights,” I reply, then walk away to dump the laundry before heading to my room. Closing and locking the door I allow the tears to fall, and head into the shower where I can cry and no one will hear.
CHAPTER 11
*~* Breaker *~*
Slowly riding around town, street-by-street has not found Carrie-Anne. It’s frustrating to keep missing this bitch. We all know she’ll cause trouble if she can. I want her to leave Molly alone, and if that means I have to get rid of her I will.
Meeting at the garage as arranged, I walk over to Cannon. “Any idea how the fuck we keep missing this bitch?”
“No, but she’s slimy that is for sure. I’ve just spoken to the street kids, and they are going to keep their eyes open for her. I told them if they let us know and we catch her I’ll reward them. But if they catch her and keep her for us to pick up, I’ll reward them big time,” Cannon smirks. I know he’s planted that idea so the kids grab the bitch. She’ll not be watching for kids to interfere, so it’ll be interesting to see what happens.
“We have to find her so we can get Molly released from prison,” which is said with humor.
“Prison?”
“Yeah, she said she’s in prison. Cannon, she’s gonna cause us trouble.” We both laugh because let’s be honest, we don’t mind a bit of trouble. It really keeps life interesting.
Mella is on bathroom duties, and all the brothers are ready to give her hell if she doesn’t do the job right. Most of us have a small shower, hand basin and toilet, but that’s all. The rooms are clean, and at least we get privacy, but you would never say they are homey.
Walking into my room, I notice that one of my hoodies I left on the end of the bed is missing. I search around and don’t see it. I’ll have to check the laundry room later because no way I'm losing that hoodie. In the bathroom, I see residue from cleaning fluid in the shower and smears all over the sink and the mirror above. Obviously, Mella has been in to clean, but she’s done a shit of a job. Sighing, I rinse the shower and sink, clean the mirror, and then make sure the toilet is okay. I hate mess and filth, so she'd better do a better job next time.
