hand,
and he was at least smart enough to keep his mouth shut. “Yes, we used to be
together. Yes, I used to be in love with you. And yes, I am the mother of your
child.” Now she was the one to take a step forward. Her anger was building
inside of her. It had started when she saw them fighting in the room, but now
it was going to a volcanic level at this chest pounding “You are mine”
attitude. “But anything romantic that we once had is over with, Malice. You
know this, I know this, and the only one holding onto the past is you.”
He opened his
mouth but snapped it closed before saying anything.
“Can you stand there and tell me you are still in
love with me?” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. When he
didn’t answer right away she continued. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You have
always gotten what you wanted, and that is why there is this big issue now.
There isn’t a person that would deny you or the club, and because of that you
have this mentality that anything that you once had will always be yours.”
He looked down at the ground, and for several
minutes neither said anything. “Fuck.” That one word was coarse, but it also
held a lot of meaning behind it. There was the tone of defeat and
acknowledgment that she was right. He lifted his head and looked at her. “I
know, shit I know all of this.” He scrubbed his face with his hand and exhaled.
“You can’t do the shit you just did.”
He was still grinding his teeth, but he didn’t argue
with her. “Fucking hell.” He stared at her with this
hard gaze. “That is who you want? A bear shifter from The Grizzly
MC?”
“I don’t know what I want, Malice, but that is my
decision to make.”
“Molly, they are just as dangerous as The Brothers,
just as vicious and violent, if not more so because they are damned animals.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes momentarily.
She knew all of this, but it didn’t matter because if she did go through with
seeing Stinger that was on her, no one else.
“I’ll always look out for you, Molly.”
She reached out and took his big hand in hers. “I
know, but next time can we talk about it first and bust heads in later?” She
smiled, hoping to ease the tension that was still pouring from him. He didn’t
answer, and there was a part of her that knew this wasn’t over between them.
Men like Malice and Stinger, alpha man and bikers to boot, always had to finish
shit if they thought their honor was offended. She was still angry at him, at
both of them in fact, but she hoped things worked themselves out, because she
wasn’t about to have the man she was starting to fall for and her ex having
this pissing contest every time they were in the same vicinity.
He was still strung taut. “I can’t get into this
shit right now with you, Molly.” He didn’t look at her as he spoke. He sighed. “What
about your car? You hear anything about it?”
She hadn’t, but then again it wasn’t like there had
been a lot of time from when she woke to when they went at each other’s
throats. “I’ll talk to Stinger. I was supposed to call him in the morning…” She
closed her mouth, because obviously there was no need to call him since he
spent the night. Clearly Malice picked up on that as well, because he curled
his hands into fists once more.
“Fine. Since you are Stinger’s old lady now, he can take care of you, but no man is
going to come in and take my place in Dakota’s life.”
Before she could respond that she wasn’t anyone’s
old lady, and that no one would ever replace him as their son’s father, Malice
was striding over to his SUV and climbing inside. He peeled out of the parking
lot, causing a scene and kicking up dirt in the unpaved lot, and then was
speeding down the road and away from the motel. Molly stood there, watching him
leave, not upset that he was this angry, nor feeling any guilt, but pissed
beyond thinking clearly because he was still acting like
and he was at least smart enough to keep his mouth shut. “Yes, we used to be
together. Yes, I used to be in love with you. And yes, I am the mother of your
child.” Now she was the one to take a step forward. Her anger was building
inside of her. It had started when she saw them fighting in the room, but now
it was going to a volcanic level at this chest pounding “You are mine”
attitude. “But anything romantic that we once had is over with, Malice. You
know this, I know this, and the only one holding onto the past is you.”
He opened his
mouth but snapped it closed before saying anything.
“Can you stand there and tell me you are still in
love with me?” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. When he
didn’t answer right away she continued. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You have
always gotten what you wanted, and that is why there is this big issue now.
There isn’t a person that would deny you or the club, and because of that you
have this mentality that anything that you once had will always be yours.”
He looked down at the ground, and for several
minutes neither said anything. “Fuck.” That one word was coarse, but it also
held a lot of meaning behind it. There was the tone of defeat and
acknowledgment that she was right. He lifted his head and looked at her. “I
know, shit I know all of this.” He scrubbed his face with his hand and exhaled.
“You can’t do the shit you just did.”
He was still grinding his teeth, but he didn’t argue
with her. “Fucking hell.” He stared at her with this
hard gaze. “That is who you want? A bear shifter from The Grizzly
MC?”
“I don’t know what I want, Malice, but that is my
decision to make.”
“Molly, they are just as dangerous as The Brothers,
just as vicious and violent, if not more so because they are damned animals.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes momentarily.
She knew all of this, but it didn’t matter because if she did go through with
seeing Stinger that was on her, no one else.
“I’ll always look out for you, Molly.”
She reached out and took his big hand in hers. “I
know, but next time can we talk about it first and bust heads in later?” She
smiled, hoping to ease the tension that was still pouring from him. He didn’t
answer, and there was a part of her that knew this wasn’t over between them.
Men like Malice and Stinger, alpha man and bikers to boot, always had to finish
shit if they thought their honor was offended. She was still angry at him, at
both of them in fact, but she hoped things worked themselves out, because she
wasn’t about to have the man she was starting to fall for and her ex having
this pissing contest every time they were in the same vicinity.
He was still strung taut. “I can’t get into this
shit right now with you, Molly.” He didn’t look at her as he spoke. He sighed. “What
about your car? You hear anything about it?”
She hadn’t, but then again it wasn’t like there had
been a lot of time from when she woke to when they went at each other’s
throats. “I’ll talk to Stinger. I was supposed to call him in the morning…” She
closed her mouth, because obviously there was no need to call him since he
spent the night. Clearly Malice picked up on that as well, because he curled
his hands into fists once more.
“Fine. Since you are Stinger’s old lady now, he can take care of you, but no man is
going to come in and take my place in Dakota’s life.”
Before she could respond that she wasn’t anyone’s
old lady, and that no one would ever replace him as their son’s father, Malice
was striding over to his SUV and climbing inside. He peeled out of the parking
lot, causing a scene and kicking up dirt in the unpaved lot, and then was
speeding down the road and away from the motel. Molly stood there, watching him
leave, not upset that he was this angry, nor feeling any guilt, but pissed
beyond thinking clearly because he was still acting like
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