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“Molly was the easiest target.”
“Yes, they probably believed that we wouldn’t expect them to attack her. But now we know. Now we can take more precautions.”
“She shouldn’t be going into work. Not when this pack is still out there.”
“You just said it’s what she needs.”
I stare down at my lap.
“I’m not prepared to restrict Molly’s liberty because these shitheads are out there. Not when I have one of my best men looking after her. And not when I think they’ll have fled the city by now.” I gaze back up at him.
“You think they have?”
“They’ve made their strike. It failed. They know we’ll be onto them now. In fact, we have a source that suggests they are halfway to Europe as we speak. I’ve sent a team after them.”
“Right,” I say, feeling relief spin through my veins.
“It doesn’t mean we can relax,” Silver says, noticing my posture slack. “I need you to be vigilant.”
“Yes, Sir,” I tell him.
“And neither Molly and Bea are to know about this. I don’t want them to worry.”
“Of course.”
Vigilant, focussed, determined.
I’ll guard Molly Stormgate with my life.
24
Colten
Usually Monday steamrolls around like an inter-city train on a mission. There’s no stopping it and it arrives far too freaking quickly. The weekend – my favorite time of the week – flying by all too quickly.
Not this weekend. Saturday and Sunday drag like we’re on the slow train to nowhere. Every minute ticking by stupidly slowly.
Monday can’t come quickly enough. But Monday is stuck in some pissy little backend town with a busted wheel and no fucking driver.
I want to see the omega again. I’m impatient for it. To suck in her scent. Lay my eyes on all her curves. To soak in her pretty eyes.
But more than anything, I want to taste her again. Memories of her flavor have been torturing me all weekend long. I need my mouth between her legs. I need it badly.
This is new. Different.
Women have captured my interest before. Some for longer than others.
None have captured my attention so completely as Molly has.
It’s burgeoning on the edge of an obsession. This isn’t me. I’m not River. Crazy, unpredictable.
I’m determined. Competent. Efficient.
I’m meant to be looking for someone suitable. Someone I can settle down with.
Not harboring a near obsession. Not spending my weekend imagining all the things I’d like to do to Molly Stormgate.
I don’t do obsessions. But I do them with Molly Stormgate.
