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I'm surprised—I just can't show him that. More so, I'm curious. What kind of fucked up relationship do these two have? I have to know. Call it sick curiosity, but there's a part of me that gets off on the fact I couldpayto fuck Molly.
Then leave.
It's wrong, and I know it, considering I came here to make sure she was okay.
If it gets her away from Lawson…
Then, if I want to, I can take her with me. Maybe this will clear things up in my mind. Remind me we're not in a fucking relationship and that I don't care for her.
My body relaxes with the familiar nonchalance. I don't care about anyone. Only my family.
"Tell me more."
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Lawson grins. "What do you want to know?" He juts a thumb to the house. "Let's go inside."
I follow him into the house, which barely has any furniture. He can't be living here—it fucking stinks of shit for a start, and there're flies everywhere. I cast my gaze around the room.
No sign of Molly.
"Why are you letting me pay to fuck your girl?" I ask, my jaw tensing. I hate referring to her as his girl, but she's not my fucking girl, and the sooner my stupid heart accepts that, the better.
Lawson snorts and crosses his arms. "She's hot, right? I first met her when she was fourteen. Oh yeah, she was even hotter then."
I frown. What the fuck is wrong with him? Is that what he thinks is hot, a fucking fourteen-year-old girl?
"I was in my twenties then. I loved breaking in that pussy."
I have to turn away because even though I may be a monster, I would never touch a minor. Never. I want to tell Lawson he's a sick motherfucker and knock him out, but I can't until I know where Molly is.
Who fucks an underage girl like that? It tells me what I need to know: that Lawson needs to die.
"Can you get to the point?" I grit out, and he looks at me warily.
Play the fucking game, Jagger.
"I'm horny," I add with a grin.
Lawson's smile widens. "I hear you; I hear you." He holds up his hands and chuckles. "She was a good girl for me."
"How?" I don't want to fucking know, but I have to.
"She pleased my friends at first." Lawson frowns, then taps his chin like he's deep in thought. "Then other people. She made me good money."
I stare at him.
He fucking pimped her out?
It takes everything in my power not to throw myself at him. Because I may fucking hate wanting Molly, but no one deserves that.
"Until she ran away." Lawson's face darkens. "But then you texted me."
He's back in her life because of me. Shit.
"Now she's back where she belongs. With me." He gives me a smile so sinister I can't help but mirror it, a lesson learned long ago when dealing with predators.
