Chapter One
“I’m not one of those daughters who will try to take away the burden of guilt. Dad knew they’d come for me. He knew and yet he did nothing. Same as yours.” Molly McPherson crossed her arms and glared at the youngest as if she were trying to place her in some sort of trance.
“Course I was married by the time the MC captured me, but the honeymoon hadn’t been consummated. Call us lucky. I’m here today because I didn’t fuck the old man who promised to watch over me.” She fluttered her tongue at the women. “Don’t worry. I’m still experienced where it matters.”
Instinctively, Natasha inched closer to her older sister. Brittany draped a protective arm around her sibling and dragged her to the first step leading to the long country-style porch spread across the multi-level log home.
“Leave her alone, Molly or I’ll have a word with Max and he’ll speak to Chuck.”
Molly laughed. “Oh please, Brittany. You think I’m afraid of them? Besides, they’ll listen to my side of the story, see the dime-sized tears in my eyes, and decide it was all a big misunderstanding.”
Romy, a childhood friend of the Marshall sisters, observed from a safe distance, hating the way Molly intimidated her friends and wondering why the pack had left her behind on that particular day. Didn’t the guys know how she behaved when they went away? Didn’t they realize Molly took her status as the first captured and saved innocent to the extreme?
“Innocent my ass,” Romy muttered, marching forward with every intention of putting a stop to Molly’s tactics before she frightened Natasha. Relatively new to Safe Mountain, the poor thing still believed her father was out there somewhere, trying to find her, desperate to reach her.
What Natasha probably didn’t realize is that her father, a lawman with inside information about the human trafficking organizations, had made a decision to send her there. The Sevier County sheriff had known, just as her own father had known. The only hope any of them had was found in the protection provided by the Sins of Wolves motorcycle gang.
The roar of Harleys rumbled in the mountains. The guys were still a few minutes out and it would be at least another four or five before the first sleek machine would top the hill.
“Got something on your mind, child ?” Molly lit a cigarette and propped her hips against the leather seat of some hard-ass motherfucker’s bike. Convinced Molly only slept with brutes who could handle her, Romy wondered if that was why the bitch had attitude. Maybe one of the fellows roughed her up every now and again.
Bitch would sure deserve it if she caught a few backhands…or spankings.
Romy’s nipples drew as tight as hard buds. It was as if someone had clamped down on them with pinching fingers. Taken aback, she stopped in her tracks and stared at Molly.
The young blonde took a long drag off her cigarette. Her cold blue gaze raked over Romy as if she were taking her own sweet time combing over her body with razor-sharp intensity strong enough to strip the clothes straight from her body.
Molly moistened her full lips. “Now what, sugar?” She threw down her cigarette and used the toe of her high heel shoe to crush out the butt and smother the remains. Striking a pose, she cocked her hip to the side, rested her palm in the curve of her waist, and fluttered her eyelashes. “You gonna tell me to play nice with your little friend?”
Romy wasn’t exactly confrontational, but she wasn’t the kind of person who could be trampled over either. She’d been with the Sins of Wolves for nearly three months. It had been the coldest and longest of winters, and part of the reason was the unknown. She wasn’t scared of the MC or any of its members. The fear-factor awaited them beyond Safe Mountain’s gates.
Still, Molly presented a danger and Romy had heard the rumors. She’d even been in Townsend the day the MC went on a door-to-door search for
“I’m not one of those daughters who will try to take away the burden of guilt. Dad knew they’d come for me. He knew and yet he did nothing. Same as yours.” Molly McPherson crossed her arms and glared at the youngest as if she were trying to place her in some sort of trance.
“Course I was married by the time the MC captured me, but the honeymoon hadn’t been consummated. Call us lucky. I’m here today because I didn’t fuck the old man who promised to watch over me.” She fluttered her tongue at the women. “Don’t worry. I’m still experienced where it matters.”
Instinctively, Natasha inched closer to her older sister. Brittany draped a protective arm around her sibling and dragged her to the first step leading to the long country-style porch spread across the multi-level log home.
“Leave her alone, Molly or I’ll have a word with Max and he’ll speak to Chuck.”
Molly laughed. “Oh please, Brittany. You think I’m afraid of them? Besides, they’ll listen to my side of the story, see the dime-sized tears in my eyes, and decide it was all a big misunderstanding.”
Romy, a childhood friend of the Marshall sisters, observed from a safe distance, hating the way Molly intimidated her friends and wondering why the pack had left her behind on that particular day. Didn’t the guys know how she behaved when they went away? Didn’t they realize Molly took her status as the first captured and saved innocent to the extreme?
“Innocent my ass,” Romy muttered, marching forward with every intention of putting a stop to Molly’s tactics before she frightened Natasha. Relatively new to Safe Mountain, the poor thing still believed her father was out there somewhere, trying to find her, desperate to reach her.
What Natasha probably didn’t realize is that her father, a lawman with inside information about the human trafficking organizations, had made a decision to send her there. The Sevier County sheriff had known, just as her own father had known. The only hope any of them had was found in the protection provided by the Sins of Wolves motorcycle gang.
The roar of Harleys rumbled in the mountains. The guys were still a few minutes out and it would be at least another four or five before the first sleek machine would top the hill.
“Got something on your mind, child ?” Molly lit a cigarette and propped her hips against the leather seat of some hard-ass motherfucker’s bike. Convinced Molly only slept with brutes who could handle her, Romy wondered if that was why the bitch had attitude. Maybe one of the fellows roughed her up every now and again.
Bitch would sure deserve it if she caught a few backhands…or spankings.
Romy’s nipples drew as tight as hard buds. It was as if someone had clamped down on them with pinching fingers. Taken aback, she stopped in her tracks and stared at Molly.
The young blonde took a long drag off her cigarette. Her cold blue gaze raked over Romy as if she were taking her own sweet time combing over her body with razor-sharp intensity strong enough to strip the clothes straight from her body.
Molly moistened her full lips. “Now what, sugar?” She threw down her cigarette and used the toe of her high heel shoe to crush out the butt and smother the remains. Striking a pose, she cocked her hip to the side, rested her palm in the curve of her waist, and fluttered her eyelashes. “You gonna tell me to play nice with your little friend?”
Romy wasn’t exactly confrontational, but she wasn’t the kind of person who could be trampled over either. She’d been with the Sins of Wolves for nearly three months. It had been the coldest and longest of winters, and part of the reason was the unknown. She wasn’t scared of the MC or any of its members. The fear-factor awaited them beyond Safe Mountain’s gates.
Still, Molly presented a danger and Romy had heard the rumors. She’d even been in Townsend the day the MC went on a door-to-door search for
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