“What’s going to happen? What has Pres planned?” I ask.
Pens grins from his seat in the front of the van. “Well, Pres is gonna grab a man. Then he’s gonna see if the asshole Pres of the Cobras has enoughbraveryto take a seat at the table with him.”
Now, that is unusual for Whack, so there is more to his plan than just that. The gunfire has gotten louder, and Bull stops the van. Bank and Wraith in the back with me and Molly both stand near the sliding door of the van at the ready, for whatever may happen next.
“Oh, that had to hurt!” I hear Pens state.
Wraith grins as he asks. “What had to hurt?”
“Cannon just grabbed an asshole clean off his bike. Not a hog, as these fuckers can’t afford one,” Bull laughs, then continues his narration. “Oh, that was cool. Cannon grabbed the fucker but stopped his hog, jumped off as he laid it on its side. All done so smoothly I bet his hog doesn’t have a single fuckin’ scratch on it. Now he has laid that asshole out with two punches. That’s gonna piss him off. You know, that he didn’t do it in one.”
Wraith smirks, and it’s not a nice smirk. I can tell you that much. “Wish I’d been there. Is the asshole gonna be thrown in thisvan?” Wraith asks, while looking like he’d like nothing better than to have the enemy in his grasp.
The side door to the van slides open once again, and Cannon throws in the unconscious Cobra. I feel sorry for him…well, not too much. Cannon grins at Wraith. “He’s all yours until we get to the clubhouse.”
Wraith nods, then kicks the Cobra in the head making sure he stays out. “That’ll do it for now,” Wraith states as he turns back to guarding the sliding door.
The van roars off, and it seems that the excitement is over, or maybe not. I notice that Molly has forgotten to let go, and I’m sure as hell not going to remind her! I don’t want myself a woman right now, but I can’t help but think she sure feels good tucked up against me.
CHAPTER 3
*~* Breaker *~*
To say I’m happy to be back at the clubhouse is an understatement, but I’m more than pissed they have my hog. Heading to my room I carry a bag of clothes that Bri has sent for Molly. Bri is short for Bridget and she is Saddle’s Old Lady.
Molly was not happy to be told by Whack she was here, and she’s staying here until the shit with the Cobras was dealt with. But he said he would have Bull, short for Bulldog as once he gets a bit between his teeth he doesn’t let go until he knows everything, check where the stepsister has disappeared to.
It seems that Carrie-Anne, the disgusting, thieving stepsister has done a runner. She’s not been seen around her usual haunts. I can see the more negative information we get aboutthe stepsister, the more Molly is getting angry. She’s going to explode by the time we find this stepsister.
Knocking on the door of the room that Molly was given, which is directly across from my room, I wait, and if she doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I’m just going in.
The door opens, and Molly pops her head out. I can see she’s in a towel and her hair, which I now see is halfway down her back is dripping wet. “I brought you some clean clothes that Bri, Saddle’s woman, dugout and she said the underwear still has labels, so don’t freak out about them.” I give her a shit-eating grin because when Bri handed me the clothing she gave me a rundown on how women feel about second-hand panties.
“Thank you, Breaker.” Molly holds her hand out and I pass her the clothes. “I’m sorry I was snappy earlier, but I’m stressed and worried. I have an apartment I need to get back to, and a job that is probably lost at this point.”
“Don’t worry too much. Give me the address and I’ll speak to Whack about going and contacting with your landlord. Where do you work?” I lean against the door frame, which has the door opening a little wider, and I have to say the sight of Molly in a towel is a pleasant sight to see.
“Any sign of my freaking stepsister?”
Scowling because the information we have found so far shows this stepsister has been using Molly for years. She has caused so much trouble that if she was my stepsister, I would have shown her the door years ago. “We have not found her, but there are signs she was seeing one of the Cobras. That’s how she got into their office and stole their cash. Well, we guess that is how she did it. As for where she is at the minute? No, we don’t know.”
“She has always been a slithering bitch. I’ve tried to disassociate from her for years. But every time I get away from her and start a nice new life she turns up and ruins it. I’m so over her and her antics. It’s a wonder she hasn’t been killed before now.”
I reckon Molly has forgotten she’s standing here with only a towel around her, but I’m enjoying the sight while I can. You can bet when she realizes the door will be shut in my face.
Floss, one of the club girls walks down the corridor toward us, and she’s slinging her hips, making her look a little ridiculous if I’m being honest. Now, I have hit her before and she gives good head, but she’s not one I’d hit on a regular basis. I’m sure she’s trying to trap herself a brother, and an officer at that.
“Hi, Breaker,” Floss gives a breathy sigh, and I’m trying not to chuckle, but hearing Molly huff and mumble something under her breath has me smirking. “You up for something?” Floss continues.
“Do you not see there is a conversation going on here?” Molly states in a loud, clear andare you for realkind of tone.
“Oh, is that what you’re doing standing in a towel, enticing a brother. You going to join the club girls?” Floss snips back at Molly.
Molly straightens from where she was a little behind the door, to stepping towards Floss, holding the clothing I gave her tight to her chest, making sure the towel doesn’t slip I guess.
“Are your brains between your legs? Is that what makes all that bullshit spout out of your mouth? Do I look like I’m going to be sleeping around with the men here? It seems to me there are plenty of women to be a hole for the men to slam, and I’m not and never will be like you.” Now, before Floss or I can sayanything, Molly steps into her room and slams the door closed, causing me to take a quick step back.
“Floss, get back to who you were doing, otherwise find something to do that you are actually paid to do. I’m not fuckin’ interested.” I step into my room opposite Molly’s and close the door behind me. I smirk to myself when I hear Floss give a shriek of frustration before storming back to wherever she came from. Bet she’s not swinging her hips now!
