Saddle and Cannon walk into the apartment, along with Andy who is looking nervous. “I’ll vote aye on this place, Andy. I think it’s got a hell of a lot of potential. But you and Thorn will have to work hard.”
“I agree,” Cannon states blandly. “I reckon you can make this place pay for itself easily. We need a good barber in town, and from what I’ve heard a decent hairdresser for women. Did you see Julia’s haircut?”
We all chuckled because Julia’s hair looked like it had been butchered, and it was Anya who tidied it up for her. But I’m not sure it was worth all the tears and drama one haircut created.
“Okay, all four are good to vote aye on the place then?” Bank asks, and we all give him a nod that we are good with it.
“Come on, let’s get back. You get everything you need listed and ready Andy. Then, when we have had church and you get the go-ahead, you’ll have everything ready,” Saddle states, then turns and leaves the apartment, with us all right behind him.
Back at the clubhouse I park my hog, and I’m more than thankful that she’s good. I’m not sure I’ll keep her now that someone else has been riding her though. It just doesn’t feel right, or the same as it did when I got her. I will see how I feel in a week or two.
Walking into the kitchen, the smell hits you. It’s that smell that you remember when you were a kid and you come home from school and Mamma has the meal ready to serve. Divine, and I’ve smelled this often since Molly has been working the kitchen. I’m going to miss her cooking when she leaves, and I’m sure the other brothers will, too.
Watching Molly stirring something over the stove, I reckon I’m going to invite myself to her place when she gets moved into it. No way am I missing her cooking every night. I’ll start leaving her meat when she’s working. That way I’ll be paying her for the meals and helping her out at the same time. She’s lost everything with Carrie-Anne messing up her life.
Bri and Marcia walk into the kitchen, and I place my hand over my mouth. They are both walking as if they have been horseback riding for far too long. Fucking hell, Saddle and Bank have really punished them this time.
“What can we do to help the brothers get their meal on time?” Bri says to Molly. This isn’t lost on me as they know they can’t help Molly, so saying it’s for the brothers is their loophole to help.
“The brothers like to eat off clean tables,” Molly smirks as she replies. They’ve obviously done this before, I think to myself.
Mella walks into the kitchen, and nobody at this point has realized I’m here, leaning on the back door frame. I keep quiet and watch what is about to happen, because the look on Mella’s face tells me she’s going to cause some drama.
Bri notices Mella first and turns, placing her hands on her hips. “Don’t start any trouble today, Mella. I’m not in the right frame of mind for your bullshit.”
“I didn’t say anything. Yet.” Which, of course, she says with attitude, which has Bri’s back up. I move slightly back from the doorframe and turn, placing my hand on Cannon’s chest to stop him from walking in. Before he can say anything I nod for him to watch what’s going down.
“Well, you best not. We are sick of all you bunnies, whores, skanks, or whatever you want to call yourselves coming around us causing trouble. I’m fed up with even looking at you if I’m being honest.” Bri looks like she wants to cry, and that’s not like her at all. I flick my eyes to Cannon who is frowning too.
“We have as much right to be here as you do. In fact, we are more useful than you. At least we service the men. What do you do apart from strut around here?” Mella snidely remarks.
Marcia steps forward. “Yeah, you service the men alright. You gave two nomads a case of chlamydia the last time they visited. I’m sure that was the gift they really wanted to receive.”
“I didn’t give them the STI. I’ve been clean every month when I’ve been checked,” Mella stands a little taller as though she’s trying to show she’s proud of the fact.
“I don’t care who was infected, and I’m going to kill any of you that get near Bank,” Marcia leans forward toward Mella and snaps her teeth at her. In turn, Mella raises her hand to slap Marcia.
Quick as a flash, Molly has Mella’s wrist in her hand, stopping her. “You try to hit my friend again and I’ll break your arm, then break the other one. That’s a promise and not a threat. Now, get out of the kitchen where you have no reason to be in the first place. You have ten seconds before I do what I promised. One…two…” Mella scampers out of the kitchen, and the three look ateach other, shake their heads and then continue what they were doing.
CHAPTER 13
*~* Molly *~*
The kitchen feels peaceful this morning, without a prospect watching me. I'm now allowed to work without supervision, according to Whack or Breaker. If they only knew the truth, they would realize that my good behavior is a personal choice, not a consequence of their actions or their ability to make me pay attention to them.
Ribs marinated in the fridge overnight will taste fabulous. The second marinade is for the steaks that one of the brothers requested last week. He’s been on a run somewhere and will be back today. I’m hoping he’ll enjoy the steak as he was polite and I have to say cute.
I have a system in place now, which gives me two hours of free time in an afternoon. I’ve been napping for a while in theafternoon, and as I’m up so early for the breakfast dash, it has been good to just rest a while after lunch is cleared away.
The kitchen door opens from the rec room, and Jamie walks inside, giving me a huge smile as soon as she notices me at the fridge. “Well, hello, Molly. Get ready; you are coming with me to the practice. I want to show you around while introducing you to the staff. You can see Angel who is working the reception desk today.” Jamie smirks. “I can’t wait to see what happens when you two meet.”
Half an hour later, I walk into the practice slightly behind Jamie. The practice building is larger than I expected, but with the number of patients she told me she has I can understand why this extensive building is needed.
“Angel, this is Molly. Molly this is one of our reception staff, Angel.” Jamie is looking from one of us to the other, and I can see she’s waiting to see what happens.
“Hello Angel. Unusual name you have.” I keep my tone pleasant but have a hint of sarcasm, which I’m not sure she understood.
“Your name is common. Too many Mollys in the world,” Angel snips.
