Page 50 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
She quirked an eyebrow. “Never again?”
I shook my head. “Never again.”
She narrowed her eyes. “It’s going to take a lot more than a simple apology to get back on track.”
I cupped both of her cheeks. “You name your terms, and I’ll abide by every single one.”
She took a step toward me. “Fine, all right. Then, we start with this term: every Saturday evening is mine to have with you. I don’t care what you have to do at work or who you have to call, but Saturday evenings and Sunday mornings are ours.”
I nodded. “Done.”
She took another step toward me. “Also, if you really want to step up in this child’s life, the next few purchases are on you. I still have things I need for the nursery, but I don’t have the disposable income right now to get what I need.”
I took a step toward her, closing the distance between us. “You and our child will never worry about money again. You have my word. Any other terms?”
She sighed. “Stop fucking hiding away from me. Stop thinking that you have to save me from something. Stop pretending like your life is some ticking time bomb, and you need to—”
“Shh,” I whispered.
She scoffed. “Sorry, what?”
A roar quickly came toward us and I turned around. “Get behind me and hush.”
“Uh, I’m sorry, did you literally not her what I just said?”
“Molly, you just have to—”
The second I saw the bikes crest the corner of the road her complex sat on, I knew we were in trouble. I whipped around and tried to get Molly up the steps, but she dug her heels in and made my job that much harder.
“Cole! Cut it out!” she exclaimed.
I gripped her chin. “Look, I know you don’t like this, but we have to get upstairs. Now.”
“Who are those guys? What’s happening? Why are they—no!”
In a flash, my head was ripped back. Molly screamed out for help as I collapsed against the pavement before boots stomped against my ribcage.
“Molly!” I roared.
“Cole! No, get your fucking hands off—Cole! They’re—AH!”
Through the chaos and the carnage, I watched them shove Molly into the van. She tumbled onto her stomach and I growled out, forcing myself up onto my feet. A fist clocked me in my jaw and I stumbled to my left, trying to keep my eyes on the van so I could memorize every detail.
“Cole, please!” Molly shrieked.
There were too many of them, though. I was swarmed with Black Flag bastards as they harassed me and hurt me just enough to keep me on my knees. I listened as the van peeled away from the apartment complex, carrying with it the entirety of my life.
But my shock and anger had nothing on the fear that rushed through my veins when those assholes finally retreated, leaving me bleeding and bruised as I called Tanner.
“This is Tanner,” he said.
I groaned. “Tan, it’s me. The Black Flags, they—they, uh--.”
“Dude, where the hell are you?” he hissed over the phone. “Everyone’s been trying to get in touch with you.”
I stumbled over to my bike. “Molly. They have Molly. She’s pregnant, and she fell onto her stomach in a van, and they have--.”
“They have all of the girls, Cole.”
I froze next to my bike. “What?”
“They have all of them. They took all of them. You need to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible. Because we have a very serious situation on our hands.”
Twenty-Four
Molly
“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed.
I caught myself with my hands as dozens of others propped me up. My stomach had barely touched the ground of the van, but the force of the shove placed an ache in my lower back that I couldn’t shake. Several pairs of hands helped me turn over before they eased me onto the ground. And as my wide, terrified eyes tried to take in the scene around me, all I saw were equally terrified eyes staring back.
Before their eyes dropped to my stomach.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked breathlessly.
A girl off in the corner that I hadn’t seen before started talking. “We’ve been abducted. What are you doing here?”
Another girl clicked her tongue. “Jesus, Josie. You’re gonna scare the shit out of the poor girl.”
I peered back toward the girl in the corner. “Your—your name is Josie?”
She leaned forward enough for me to see her stoic face. “Yeah. What’s your name?”
A girl beside me raised her hand. “Well, I’m Raven. I’m with Brooks.”
Josie clicked her tongue in the corner. “If we’re going that route, then I’m Josie, and I’m with Archer.”
I shook my head slowly. “I’m not sure I—”
Then, a hand thrust itself at me. “And I’m Astrid. I’m with Porter.”
I shook her hand mindlessly. “Forgive me, but I’m trying to figure out why the hell I’ve just been pushed into a van with a bunch of girls that I don’t know, who are rattling off names I don’t recognize.”
