Page 28 of Jagger
But she has to hate me, and now I'm sure she does. She'll bow her head when she sees me now instead of giving me sass and attitude. She won't suck my best friend off in front of me just to piss me off.
She won't do a thing. Because now, Molly is afraid of me.
A part of me is screaming, the same part that screamed while I raped her. The part that wanted to console her.
I hate this part of me. The soft, useless part that wants to feel love.Moments later, a cab pulls up beside Molly, and I follow it. I need to know if she's going to the cops because I need to get them ready for her if she's going.
But surprisingly, Molly goes to a motel. She checks in and disappears into a room without turning on the light.
LAWSON: She's gone. Now wire me the rest of the money like you said.
I hate men like Lawson. Greedy and sick individuals who will do anything for money. I wire him the money and text Colton.
JAGGER: Make sure he leaves town.
Molly is mine. Lawson will find another girl to prey on, but that's not my problem.
Molly is.
I have to keep a close eye on her because girls like Molly aren't ever truly broken.
COLTON: Tell me what happened.
But I can't. Because Colton will want in, and I'm selfish.
I may have paid to fuck her, but no one else will.
I almost don't bother going back to school, but I need to see her. I want to see how she reacts to me.
But she's not there, so I don't stay. I head to the motel she was in last and watch her door until someone delivers a pizza, and she opens the door. I can see her blonde hair from here, and I inhale my cigarette deeply. Is she spiraling into depression? Is that why she's still here? Maybe she's hiding from me.
But then Colton calls me.
"Hey."
"Your girl is wanted for assault." He coughs, and I force a laugh.
"I don't have a girl."
"You know who I'm talking about."
He waits, and I roll my eyes. He wants me to admit it's Molly, but she'snotmy fucking girl, and now she never will be. I watch as the pizza guy waves and returns to his car, still looking back.
Yeah, Molly has that effect on most men. So much so that her pimp stole her back, and if it weren't for me… she'd still be there in that dank basement.
You're not a fucking hero in her story—You're the reason he came.
"Assault on who?" I frown, wondering if it's her old man.
"Her step-uncle, her aunt's boyfriend. She was living with them."
Step-uncle?I thought he was her dad. So where are her parents?
"I thought that was you taking care of him," I mutter.
Clearly not.
If Molly is wanted for assault on her step-uncle, I can only fucking imagine why.
