Page 93 of Tied to You
“With our help, he’ll rise to the top. One by one, we’ll take his uncle’s buyers as our own. Nathan will be left hung out to dry whilst we’re all making money off the back of him.”
“With respect,” I hold up a hand, “he’s just a kid. I feel bad he had such shit upbringing, but I’m not sure this is a good idea. Where are we getting the drugs from?”
“We’re going to take Nathan’s suppliers, too.”
I look at Rocco. “We are? Fucking hell. That could be a lot of heat to bring.”
“It’s also a lot of fucking opportunity. We need to expand and this is the best way to do it. We’ve already secured the land we need. We pull this off, and we outnumber the Sodom Saviours. We’ll have connections in the north and we can rebuild in the south.”
I get that. “But if we don’t pull it off?”
Dean taps the table then stands, pulling his smokes from his pocket. He walks to the door, my eyes following, stopping to light his smoke before he looks at me. “We could always go back to Oz.” Then he’s gone.
The silence between me and Rocco isn’t tense. Neither is it awkward. It just, is.
Stubbing out his cigarette, Rocco stands, walking towards the door. He pats my back before leaving. “Get Mollie home. Meet back here tomorrow morning.”
I stub out my cigarette, instantly hating the taste in my mouth. “Alright.” I push out my chair, turning to him.
“He’ll be okay. He has us.” He gives me a knowing look, and with that, we both head downstairs.
I hate to admit it, butifwe pull this off, Saviours will rue the day they started this war between us. It’s a good fucking plan. I just hope it works.
I get Mollie back to the farm half an hour later. The ride wasn’t easy, but I took it steady. Before we head inside, I walk her to the outer grounds. I hold up the key Mick gave me earlier when we make it to the end of the path.She’s been understandably quiet since we left the clubhouse. She looks even more confused now.
Her eyes jump to and fro. “What is this?”
Gingerly, I turn her to the piece of shit barn that I’m going to make our home. I slip my arms around her waist standing behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder. “This is your last surprise. What do you think?”
“Honestly. Looks as shit as how the last surprise ended.” She turns to face me, her arms by her side still in my arms. “What’s going on? What happened earlier?” She looks mad.
I spin her around again. “What do you think of the house?” She tries to turn but I stop her, my grip tightening. “I’m going to make this our home, baby.”
“Travis.”
“Please, Mollie. Just trust me.” I know she’s tired. Fuck, I am too. But she needs to know what my intentions are. “One day, all of this will be ours.”
“Can’t wait.” She’s mocking me. Her voice is monotone.
I rest my chin on her shoulder, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. “Just, try to picture it. I’ll put a fireplace in. A huge bed—”
“—A roof.”
I give her a squeeze, realising how shit it looks now. “Yes, I can give it a roof,” I say laughing. “Maybe a new front door. Some electric.”
She turns again, and I know I’ve won her round.
“You with me, baby?”
She lifts her arms over my shoulders then looks over hers toward the house. “In the chaos?”
I laugh. “Yeah.”
“Forever.”
“That’s a lifetime of chaos, Baby Doll. You sure you can handle that?”
Standing on her tiptoes, she pushes her lips to mine, kissing me gently. “Piece of cake.”
