Page 74 of Where's Molly

“What the hell?” I mutter, bewildered. The only response I receive is an obnoxious snort from Dill.

“What the hell?” I repeat a couple minutes later when he reappears, my tone louder and sharper.

My mouth drops as Cage carries in a very familiar man, dropping the body on the metal table. Someone that I only tend to see in my nightmares.

“Kenny Mathers,” I whisper. The only man from Francesca’s house who managed to get away unscathed and the last living man who abused me in that house. “How did you find out who he was? I never told you his name.”

“Legion,” he answers simply.

Of course. I should've known.

“How did you find him?”

“In a prison. Well—Legion’s prison—not an official one. Keeping him locked up, away from society, until you made the initiative to kill him. I decided to do that part since you don’t like to get involved in that side of the business.”

“You killed him?” I repeat in a whisper.

“Sure did,” he chirps proudly. “Legion handed him over to me, and I took care of the rest.”

I stare at him, mouth agape as I try to process that not only did Legion keep my abuser locked away all this time, waiting for me to be ready, but that Cage killed him for me. And is now presenting him to me as… pig food.

“Wow,” I choke out, completely overwhelmed. “I think I love you even more now, but I'm also not sure ’cause I didn't think that was even possible.”

That's the first time I said thosethree words out loud, which is also a lot of emotions to deal with. Specifically as his eyes flare, and now he's watching me as ifI'mthe food.

“You got anyone else on that hit list of yours? I'll kill as many people as you want if you keep telling me you love me.”

My vision is blurring, and my chest feels too full.

“You're an idiot,” I croak, blinking away the tears. Cage grabs a hold of me and tugs me into his embrace, holding me tight.

“I’m going to fuck you for so long later tonight,” he whispers sinfully.

I choke out a laugh, and he grabs my chin, bringing my focus to him. He stares at me softly, though there’s a hint of that obsession still lingering in his eyes.

“I love you, too. Now, let's get to work chopping him up. Chili’s giving me an evil eye, and Garlic and Paprika seem like they're conspiring against us as we speak.”

The loud chirp of my phone ringing nearly causes my bones to climb right out of my flesh in fright.

I’ve had the sound up at full volume ever since I handed Margot my phone number; I've just been waiting for her to call.

It’s been a little over a month, and I’ve all but convinced myself their silence is my answer.

Either Layla doesn’t want to get to know me, or Margot and Colin won’t allow her to. Regardless, it’s not my place to interfere with either decision. Even if it feels like my heart is intatters.

“You gonna get that?”

Cage and I are in the process of extracting teeth and buzzing hair off Kenny and the other three dead bodies.

I glance at the number, noting that it’s one I don’t recognize. Pulling my gloves off, I press the answer button and hold it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Molly?”

My heart pauses for a beat. “Yeah?”

The woman clears her throat. “This is Margot. Emma’s mom.”

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