Page 23 of The Chief
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I replied, “In the Rover.”
He nodded, easily sweeping her unconscious form into his huge arms and walking out the front door. I could’ve told him I was parked around back, but I felt like I needed the walk to clear my head.
Twilight had fallen in the time I’d been here, my internal body clock struggling with the time lapse since being inside the club.
Gesturing for Little John to follow me, I walked the perimeter of the strip club, and as the chill from the air met the dampness of my clothes, my dick finally went soft.
Unlocking the SUV, I stood and watched Little John handle Molly’s body with a gentleness that didn’t match his brute strength. Once he was sure she was settled, he stepped back and shut the back door.
“Thanks, Little John,” I said, noting how weary my voice sounded.
“You got it, boss.” He lumbered through the rear entrance of the club, disappearing without a look of judgment.
Leaning over the center console, I opened the glove box and pulled out two zip ties, then reopened the back door and secured Molly’s wrists and ankles. I didn’t need her coming to from her impromptu nap and throwing herself from the car.
Gunning the engine, I sighed and made my way to Oranmore.
It was fully dark by the time I reached the compound, and the exterior lights illuminated the austere stone building. Gravel pinged against the undercarriage of the Rover as I drove slowly down the serpentine drive, the tall hedges alongside it casting it into shadow. Pulling into the turning circle, I killed the engine but paused and glanced in the rearview mirror to see whether Molly had woken. I couldn’t see any movement, and when I pulled open the rear door, I found her breathing still deep and even.
During the journey, the top of her slip had crept down, exposing one of her breasts. Her nipple had puckered in the chilly night air, making my dick twitch. I stepped closer, runningthe back of my fingers across the sensitive bud. A frown appeared between her eyes before smoothing out. She sighed but didn’t wake.
Interesting.
Hauling her out, I carried her bridal style into the compound, turning toward the stairs to descend into the basement. I paused on the threshold, as something inside me rebelled at the idea of putting her in that damp place where Orin had spilled more blood than an abattoir. He probably had someone down there right now, and although fear was a good motivator, I didn’t think scaring Molly would actually work.
Before I could second guess my actions, I spun on my heel and climbed the ancient oak stairs, counting the dark panels as I walked to my bedroom.
Once inside, I placed Molly on my bed. Cutting her out of the now wet slip, I threw a blanket over her before I shucked my wet shirt and found another. I did the same with my pants, choosing to put on a pair of sweats.
Honestly, I’d had enough today.
Just as I finished getting changed, there was a soft knock on my door.
Fallon. Her blue eyes darted over my shoulder. “Is Molly here?”
I nodded, stepping back to let her inside. Unwilling to let anyone else see her yet, I went to close the door when Orin shoved it open again like a fucking wraith. He glared at me, blood spatter covering his cheek and neck. I guess my assumption he’d been busy in the basement had been correct.
“If Fallon is in there with you, the door stays open.”
Jesus, fuck.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he demanded, pushing in closer to my face.
“Yeah, I did because this guard dog act is getting tiring.”
“I don’t trust you with her.”
And like that, he’d stripped me of my secret—he knew I had a thing for Fallon. And like any other man protecting what was his, he knew he couldn’t leave me alone with her.
I flashed him an easy smile. “What do you think I’m going to do? Show her my cock and expect her to fall all over it?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” he growled.
“Orin, that’s enough,” Fallon said, her tone firm.
Like the pussy whipped asshole he was, Orin gave her all his attention. “Filly—” he argued.
Fallon wasn’t having any of it. “No. You can’t piss on my leg every time he’s around. He’s with Molly now, and Molly is my friend. Deal with it.”
