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He waits for me to put my drink back on the table. “And the biker?”
Closing my eyes, I’m not sure what he wants me to tell him. I’m not going home yet, to him, or my father. So, I give him the truth like a smack to the face, feeling defensive. “We slept together, but he’s clearly been busy because I haven’t seen him, haven’t even heard from him until today. That what you wanted to hear? Did it make you feel better?” My eyes turn glassy with every word I mutter, clearly taking my lack of communication with Travis, out on him.
“Jesus, Mollie.” He shifts, uncomfortable in his chair.
“What? That’s what you wanted to know, right? That not all of it’s goingwell.”
Henry shakes his head. Then he sits forward, resting his elbows on the table, bringing his face closer to mine. We stare at each other, our gazes locked. Loaded.
My phone unexpectedly rings, breaking the moment. But Sarah coming back makes me stop before I answer it, turning it over so that it’s face down on the table.
She slides her arm around Henry’s neck, sitting on his lap like a goddess.
I notice his hand slide to her thigh, and it’s now me who shifts uncomfortably. I turn my back to them as she swallows his face, and I look to the man who’s saved me tonight.
He slides a glass of champagne towards me, reading the situation so perfectly. “Get this in you.”
I shouldn’t, but I take a large sip. “Thanks.” I grab my bag from the table. “I owe you a dance later,” I tell him, placing an arm on his shoulder as I stand.
The old boy winks at me. “I’ll hold you to it.”
Then I stride away, cold, but in control, with absolutely nowhere and nobody to go to.
Chapter Fourteen
TRAVIS
Tonight is a fucking disaster before it’s even begun. Dean stayed hidden in the back of Sparky’s van, managing to get into the wedding without any trouble. I drew the short straw, being the one to help Sparky. I haven’t got a fucking clue what he’s doing, or how I’m supposed to be helping him. His sidekick he brought along when we checked this place out has been a no show since we left him here. Can’t say I’m fucking surprised, but obviously, considering the twat should never have come along in the first place, I also can’t say I blame him.
It does make me wonderwherehe has got to, though.
Dean’s been distant since that night. He seems up for our business; guy’s not stopped making all the calls and sorting all the paperwork that we need done. Deep down, I guess he realised it was his fuck up to let Elvis tag along so he’s been trying to make up for it.
Whilst he disappears into the surrounding woods, heading towards the house, I’m now in plain sight amongst the elite. I guess I should be laughing. No way anyone of these fuckers is going to be looking our way. We’re far too common for them.
“Oi,” I say, nabbing Sparky’s attention.
He swings his head, looking at me, carrying a heavy speaker.
“Where the fuck does this go?” I look at the box of cables he passed me, clueless.
“Just dump it there,” he instructs me.
So I do just that, dropping the box to the ground with a bang.
“Be careful,” he spits.
I look up, scanning my eyes over the crowd, ignoring Sparky, watchingthem drinking, dining, laughing and joking in all their finery. Fuck me. I’ll be glad when Sparky starts the evening entertainment, and I can get on with why we came here.
Turning my head, I spot the piece of scum we’re here for. He’s sat at the head table, his wife sat to his left. Shame there’s too many eyes between me and him. I’d love nothing more than to drag him off his fucking pedestal and let him have both barrels. Once wedoget to him, I’ve got to make sure Dean doesn’t turn into the rage monster he has been of late. We can’t kill the bastard. Can’t drop a bullet between his eyes and simply take what we want. No. We need this cunt alive and compliant.
Honestly? I’m not feeling hopeful. Especially given how the past week has played out. I feel as though I’ve been the lead in a circus show and I’m on every bloody night. I just need to rest. Need to find some calm. Because I can’t fucking keep up. We had a club run, managing to narrowly avoid being picked up with two-hundred bags of cocaine on us after Dennis’ bike broke down on the motorway. Then there’s this shit with Elvis. I’ve searched high and low for the cunt without telling a soul, but there’s nothing. Throw in Dean and I getting all the necessary paperwork done for the businessandMollie, and it’s no wonder my head’s been swimming. I don’t know whether I’m coming or fucking going. I don’t even remember the last time I slept for more than two hours before needing to be somewhere.
Actually, I do. With Mollie.
Deep down, all I wanted was to get to the farm and lose myself in her. I know she would have been wondering where I was and why I didn’t show, given how I took off the other day, but she came crashing into my life without warning. Lying awake at night trying to figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do, put things into perspective. I fell so hard and so fucking fast, the time not spent with her has only confirmed how I feel. I want her. Need her. She gives me a drive I’ve not felt in years.
I just need to figure out juggling it all. One thing’s for sure, I don’t want to be without her.
