Page 33 of Come Back To Me

That’ll be the last time I move to accommodate her.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.”

I smile like a sadistic prick. “That’s why I love it.BabyDoll.”

Mollie scowls at me, and again my dick twitches. “You always were an arsehole, Travis. Time doesn’t seem to have done you any favours.”

“And time seems to have done youallthe favours,” I say as if suggesting it hasn’t.Butlooking her body up and down, time has served her very well. Even if I hate to admit it.

Her long, tanned legs are on show. Her black,tight, pencil skirt sits just above her knees and she’s wearing a shirt unbuttoned just enough, I can see the edge of her bra. If I didn’t want to kill her, I’d think that shirt would look good on my floor, me stood behind her, my dick buried balls deep in her pussy.

No. This woman has taken up too much space in my head over the years. She ruined my life all those years ago. I won’t let her do that again. “Time away from you brought me success. Something you’ll never have to worry about,” she says venomously.

“Ouch, Baby Doll. That meant to hurt me?”

“No, but this is.” Before I know what’s fucking happening, stars are floating around my head. The stupid bitch punched me.

Nowshe dies.

“Fucking hell, Mollie!” Dean shouts, as he grabs meagainand pulls me back.

“Let me at her!” I yell, reaching for her.

Mollie cradles her wrist as though it hurt her hitting me. Good. I hope she fucking broke every bone in her hand.

“I’m not scared of you, Travis,” she says. “Let him go, Dean. Let himtryto hurt me.”

Oh, she’s not changed one iota. “Still think you can take me, Baby Doll?”

“Enough!” Dean barks, making Mollie and I stop. “Jesus, you two are giving me a fucking headache.”

My chest rises and falls quickly. Admittedly, my jaw aches too.

Mollie straightens her shirt, tugging the end of her sleeve where it’s ridden up after hitting me.

“Why are you here?” Dean asks her.

Her eyes narrow at me before she turns her back on us. Reaching into a black office bag, she pulls out a large file, her cheeks still puffing out in annoyance. She turns, holding it out for Dean to take.

He looks at me pointedly before letting his hold on me go.

“What?” I ask, knowing full well he’s making sure I won’t react.

“What is this?” Dean asks.

I move toward a stool and sit myself down. Dean steps forward, and I hold my hands up, surrendering. For now.

“The past. That’s what that is.” Mollie reaches back into her bag, pulling out another file. “And this,” she turns, holding it out, “is your future.”

I sit up straight.

Dean’s eyes trace over the file.

There’s a silence as we watch Dean open it. He looks atsomething, then peers to Mollie, keeping his head down. “Where did this come from?”

I wonder what he’s looking at as Mollie answers, “Initially, police deemed the fire at the mill on Dewsbury Road to be arson.”

Shit.If Mollie knows about the fire, then this is bad.

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