Page 193 of Repairing the Wreckage

I might have learned a long time ago how many shades of gray there are to life, but I’d rather have Molly stay innocent for as long as possible. Although her brutal use of the crowbar and rather quick acceptance that we’re not calling the cops, suggests her innocence already slipped away.

Several pairs of boots scrape over the gravel outside. Remy leads Jigsaw and Wrath into the garage. Fuck. As enforcer, it’s Wrath’s job to take care of threats in his club’s territory but I don’t want him questioning Molly’s ability to keep her mouth shut.

Wrath stops a few feet away from us and crosses his arms over his wide chest. “Stonewall, don’t you have a fight you’re supposed to be training for?” His disappointed dad tone and scowl hits me in an unexpected way.

I let out a harsh laugh. “Trust me, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my afternoon.”

He lifts his chin. “Nice car. Is it yours?”

“It’s Molly’s.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “We were finishing up some work on it when that greasy little weasel over there showed up and pulled a gun on us.”

Wrath’s scary gaze settles on Molly. “You all right?”

She nods quickly.

“What’d he want?” Wrath asks.

A knot of embarrassment twists in my stomach but I meet Wrath’s eyes and tell him the truth. “My mom’s got…issues. She moved down to Jersey to start over a few months ago. I haven’t been in contact with her since I got home. She left me some messages looking for money while I was on the show but…” I shrug. “I tried helping her out and taking care of her when she was here. And fuck knows she’s drained a lot of money out of me over the years, but this is the first time someone’s ever showed up to collect from me.” I need to make it clear this isn’t an on-going issue I’ve been hiding from the club.

“We don’t know who he works for,” Remy adds.

Jigsaw lifts a giant pair of bolt cutters, his eyes wide with wild, gleeful malice. “He’s got ten chances to give up a name.”

“Twenty if you start with his toes,” Wrath suggests.

“This isn’t my place.” I hold out my arms, indicating the garage isn’t the right location for the interrogation they’re planning.

“That room in the bar’s basement still available?” Wrath asks Remy.

Molly turns her wide-eyed stare my way. Until now, she’d been doing a great impression of a rock. Silent and completely still. She really doesn’t need to be here for this conversation.

“You need to go home.” I rest my hand on her lower back and give her a nudge.

“Not so fast, little girl.” Wrath cocks his head and studies her. “What’d you see today?”

“Leave her out of it,” Remy says.

Molly lets out a slow breath and flicks her eyes toward her brother. “I was in it when that guy pointed a gun at me. And even deeper in it when I smashed his leg with the crowbar.”

Jigsaw reels back and cackles. “Guess that ruthless streak runs through your blood.”

Remy sighs.

“Griff had him,” Molly says. “But I already had the crowbar in my hands and I was afraid he’d try to run.” She lifts her gaze and meets Wrath’s stare head-on. “But if anyone outside of the four of you asks, all I saw was the inside of this garage while Griff and I were working on my car.”

Wrath nods once, then turns his hard stare on me. “She’s your girl.”

He’s not asking but I answer anyway. “Yes.”

“She’s my sister,” Remy says. “She won’t say anything.”

“Okay,” Wrath says.

Those two syllables land heavy. If Molly breathes a word of this, Remy and I will be punished for it.

Wrath pulls out his phone. “I don’t think she should be at your house alone, though. I’m gonna ask Dex to stop by and watch your house until?—”

“No,” Remy says. “She can go over to Vapor and Juliet’s place. She’ll be safe with them and no one has a reason to look for her there.”

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