Smoker: He will collect in the next few weeks. He’s on a mission for his president at this minute.
Once I get the money for my girl, I’m gonna see about a custom hog and have her painted by the woman Smoker knows. It’ll make her stand out, and if anyone touches that one they’ll follow Fink to hell.
The day has passed far too fast, and I’m walking into Molly’s house with meat that I’m leaving for the freezer. I’m not having my woman paying for food when I can supply it. I’ve already spoken to the store where Molly always shops regarding the payment of any groceries she purchases. I left my card details with the manager of the store as I know him and can trust him not to do anything stupid. He knows he’ll end up dead if he does, make no mistake, I made that perfectly obvious.
After placing the meat away, I drag my ass upstairs and empty the second haul of clothing I’ve brought from the clubhouse. I needed my phone charger and other stuff now that I’m living here.
I smirk because I’ve ideas on how I’m going to cozy up to Molly. She’s no idea what’s coming, but she’s mine and I’m making my move.
Stepping back into the kitchen I fill the coffee machine and set it going. I know Molly loves her coffee, and this is the first thing I’m going to do to let her know that I’m here to stay.
My phone rings, and picking it up I see it is Cannon contacting. “Cannon?”
“Just a heads-up that my street kids think they’ve seen Carrie-Anne around town. They were not able to catch her, but she had someone with her and as the kids chased her, she jumped into a black van and was driven away. Brother, it seems she got herself an accomplice.”
“Let Bri and Marcia know, and I’ll inform Molly.” I rub my chin. “I don’t know your thoughts, Cannon, but I reckon we should bury the bitch and be done with it. I know Whack wanted to run her out of town, or hand her over to the Cobras, but I think she’s the sort to keep causing trouble.”
Cannon chuckles. “I agree. She needs ending.”
I’m not sure how Molly will react, but I’m sure it has gotta be done.
CHAPTER 21
*~* Molly *~*
Ihave everything ready for Bri and Marcia to arrive. I have junk food lined up with a bottle of wine to go along with it. Oh, well, a few bottles of wine.
Running upstairs, I quickly shower and change into jeans and a tee. I’ve had what I classify as my work uniform on all week, and I am ready to shed the manager persona for a while.
The door opens, and Bri bursts through with Marcia right behind her. Both have huge smiles on their faces, and are carrying boxed wine. Oh, this could be a headache weekend if we drink all that! Hangovers always give me a pounding headache. I’m going to do my best to be good, drink a glass of wine, and then follow it with a glass of water.
“We brought pizza and garlic bread,” Marcia says, holding up four boxes and heads toward the kitchen. I give Bandit I thinkthe brother's name is, and Neil a prospect a finger wave before closing and locking the door.
“We have some serious talking to do tonight, Molly.” Bri takes a seat at the table as she slides plates to each of us.
Marcia is placing paper napkins on the table before pouring each of us a glass of wine. I thought I was the hostess, but seems I’m being waited on! Oh well, I can live with it, and these two have become the best of friends to me.
“So, the topic tonight is finding Carrie-Anne, and either taking her out ourselves, or handing her over to Whack, or the Cobras,” I state while giving them both a serious look.
“Well, let’s get right to it shall we?” Bri grins.
Marcia rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t waste time does she?”
“Oh, come on, we all know we’ve got to find the bitch because the brothers have had no luck.” I roll my eyes right back at her, which of course has all three of us giggling.
We eat pizza, drink wine, and I keep handing out glasses of water so we don’t get ill. If we are going to find Carrie-Anne, we need our wits about us.
Bri waves her hand around with a slice of garlic bread held tightly. “We know that the bitch has a black van. We know she’s been seen in town. We know she has someone with her…”
“What? When did she get someone with her? That’s the first I’ve heard of that,” I quickly state, and I’m shocked to hear she has fooled someone into helping her.
Before anyone can respond my phone vibrates, and picking it up I see it’s a message from Jamie.
Jamie: Sorry Molly, but can you man the reception in the morning, please?
Sighing, I rub my forehead. Shit, I really wanted a day to myself. But this is what I signed up for.
Molly: Yeah, I’ll cover the reception.
