Bri covers her mouth to hide the huge smile on her face when Pattie tells Mella she goes back in the kitchen and scrubs the floor on her hands and knees until it’s clean. Mella’s comment of not wanting to go onto her knees is met with Pattie’s, ‘Why not? You do it daily when you service the men!’
Cannon walks over and disrupts the view, and I look at him sharply because he has a serious frown on his face. “Cobras have been seen in town. My street kids saw them and quickly informed me. Bear and Drifter are watching Molly’s house. I doubled them up because I don’t want them getting caught out on their own.”
“No problem. I’m moving in with Molly so they can leave when I get there. She’s not gonna like it, but that is tough. I’m gonna get her as my old lady one way or another.” We both chuckle at our own visions of how this will play out.
Walking into the house later in the evening, I lock up as the two brothers leave for the night. I walk into the living room and study Molly who is asleep on the couch. I pick her up gently and carry her to her bedroom, which thankfully has the door open because I wasn’t sure which was hers.
Laying her on the bed, I pull the covers up, but she suddenly sits up, smashes her forehead against mine and nearly knocks us both out. “Fuckin’ hell, Molly!”
“What are you doing?” Molly near enough bellows while rubbing her forehead.
“I was putting you to bed because you fell asleep watching the TV. I wasn’t going to leave you sleeping on the couch all night.” I rub my own forehead because, fuck, that hurt.
Scooting over to the other side of the bed, Molly jumps up and makes her way out of the bedroom. Of course, I’m trailing behind her. “Where are you going?”
Molly snorts, “I’m going to get a drink of hot chocolate before I go to bed for the night. I always sleep better after having chocolate.”
I mumble under my breath,“Well you didn’t have any trouble sleeping on the couch!”
“What did you say?”
Coughing slightly, I respond. “Nothing. But I want to talk to you about Bri and Marcia.”
“Why are you here at this time? Why is there an oversized travel bag near the couch?”
“Well, I need clothes while I’m living here.” I do my best to make it sound reasonable, but I’m waiting for the explosion.
“Living here? What do you mean by living here?” Molly is standing with her hands on her hips, and I can see she’s getting ready to fire on all cylinders.
“Well, you have the Cobras MC after your ass. You have a psychotic stepsister who keeps dropping you in the shit, and I’ve seen far too many brothers watching you walking around the clubhouse. Get used to my being here because I’m staying.”
Molly studies me for quite some time, and she comes to the decision that she’s not going to remove me, so huffs loudly, turns her back on me and mumbles,‘Asshole.’
Twenty minutes later we are sitting in the living room, and I’ve explained what we are hoping Bri and Marcia will achieve. I can see Molly is mulling over the situation.
“I need to speak with them. Carrie-Anne is slippery as an eel, and they need to know some of her tricks. But I’m going with them when they search, if I’m not at work that is. I won’t let Jamie down now that she’s trusted me to be her practice manager. I love my job too, and I don’t want to lose it.”
“You have a phone now, and you can contact Bri and Marcia. Maybe have them come here for a powwow?”
Molly grins. “Yeah, that would be good. I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ll get in touch and get them here. I don’t want you here though, or any of the fricking brothers.”
Chuckling I hold my hands up, showing surrender. But I know we’ve set the ball rolling, and I’m sure Carrie-Anne is going to be caught soon.
CHAPTER 19
*~* Molly *~*
Men! Men! Honest to goodness I now have Breaker living in the fricking house with me. It’s a good thing he threw his gear into the spare room because if he’d tried to get into mine he’d have had a shock in store.
I admitted that I had a feeling someone was watching me, and I know he’s concerned about my safety. Just as I am if I’m being truthful, but you can’t stop living because someone like Carrie-Anne causes trouble. If I had done that, I would not have left the house in a decade.
Looking up from where I’m sitting at my desk studying the rotation of the staff I smile at Jamie, who hands me a mug of steaming coffee. “Just what I needed, Jamie, thank you.”
“You are welcome. Now, I have looked at some of your ideas, well, the ideas put to you from staff, and think we can implement them. I like the handyman appointment idea a lot. We’ve had so many small things that need attention, but we never seem to have the time to do them. The front of the practice is messy and needs some attention before it becomes completely unmanageable.”
“I’ll sort the list out, Jamie. I will have the handyman fix the doors, window locks, sink and the toilet seat before I get him outside to do the front of the practice. The outside jobs, he will have nobody around him, so he’ll be able to work uninterrupted. Inside he’ll have to dodge us all working and probably respond to questions.” I grin because I’m imagining him having to dodge Angel’s attentions.
“It will be nice to see the flowers again. I used to enjoy doing the small flower border, but I just don’t have time. I would enjoy seeing them though, even with someone else tending them.” Jamie gives the tiniest of smiles as she thinks about the flowers.
