Molly #2
“Not a thing. I just know I’m not the biological son of the DeLucas.
” Mostly, he’d gotten over the lie he’d lived his entire life through no choice of his.
But spending time with Aunt Celia, seeing how Meggie protected her family by any means necessary, left an ache in Easton.
A need to know more. A desire to have a connection to not only Aunt Celia, but his uncles and cousins.
Perhaps, even Bash, if he could ignore everything he hated about him.
“The day before Mom died, she told me the bare minimum of the truth.”
“I didn’t force her, Easton. Your mom was Celia’s good friend.” Bash smiled, the one only reserved for his brotherly moments. “Your aunt wanted me to settle down. She thought…” He shrugged. “She thought her friend was the one. Celia has always been a romantic.”
“What was her name?”
“Davita. Even Daddy liked her. He left her alone because of me. She wasn’t as short as Meggie but she wasn’t much taller.
At that time, I couldn’t stand tall sluts.
It’s back and forth.” His smile broadened.
“Average sized bitches get little notice from me. Anyway, I went on a run and when I got back Celia said she’d gotten word that Davita and my kid died during childbirth.
” He turned away. Pressing his lips together, he began straightening papers on his desk.
“No time for weak cunts,” he finally spat.
“So you do know what it feels like to lose a woman you care about.”
Scowling, Bash dropped into his desk chair. “I didn’t give a fuck about that slut,” he insisted, back to being a motherfucker. He released an agitated breath. “Almost any cunt is replaceable.”
“If she’d survived—”
“Who’s saying she didn’t, you stupid fuckhead,” Bash snapped.
“You rose from the fucking grave, didn’t you, boy?
Who’s to say she’s not alive and just wanted away from me?
” He smirked. “Never considered that, huh? Your mama looked like a fucking fairytale princess, so fucking sweet and gorgeous I laughed when Celia said she wanted to fix me up with her.” He pounded his head and growled.
“It doesn’t fucking matter. Whether she’s dead or alive, she didn’t want either of us. ”
“You’re right,” Easton agreed, not wanting to agitate Bash further. He was fidgeting enough. “It really doesn’t matter. The DeLucas gave me a good life. I couldn’t imagine anyone else raising me.”
“Until you showed up, I always thought Tío was my oldest,” Bash grumbled. “For the record, I didn’t force Ximena either. That bitch actually fucking bit it not long after Tío was born. She OD’d.”
Easton had so many more fucking questions, but they were veering way offtrack. He wanted to save Molly. The fate of Megan Caldwell, the location of all the documents, and information about his birth mother was much more complicated.
“I have a question for you, Easton.”
Eyeing Bash suspiciously, Easton nodded.
“Where the fuck will you say you got Molly from? Out of fucking thin air, dick-for-brains? If you bring her, Christopher will know immediately that you’re a plant.”
He was probably right. Outlaw figured out everything. “We can come up with something.”
Bash glowered at him, but didn’t outright deny the prospect.
“Are you going to meet with Kendall?” Easton asked, changing the subject.
“I’m curious what she wants,” Bash admitted and grinned. “I also want to ask her out on a date.”
Tom Harris chuckled, reminding Easton the motherfucker was still there.
“I’m heading out later tonight,” Bash continued. “Cleaner and Wally, Jr. are riding with me.”
“You can always bring Molly in a show of good faith,” Easton suggested. He was afraid to point out that she wasn’t doing anyone any good there; they might kill her. “If you want Megan Caldwell so badly, find a way to get close to her.”
“Tabitha said they’re going to the cabin soon. I’ll get her then.”
“Only to talk to her, right?” Easton asked, hoping the hint of the vulnerable man he’d revealed in the past few minutes came through.
Other than his sister, Bash had had no one to be empathetic toward him. Even Cee Cee Caldwell’s treatment was debatable.
“What you told Johnnie you wanted to do to Meggie was just bullshitting him to see how he’d respond?”
“No. I want her pussy. I want to see what the fuck has both my brothers so fucking hot behind her.”
“I can answer that,” Tom piped in. “She’s fucking gorgeous. I wanted a piece of her ass, too.”
“Kendall’s more gorgeous,” Bash declared, sparing Tom a glance. “After I’m down having fun with Meggie, I intend to dismember her.” He rubbed his chin. “I’m not sure if I’ll keep her hair or donate it to charity. But her head will be mine.”
Nausea rose in Easton’s gut.
Bash intended to make her suffer. Easton couldn’t imagine how she’d endure it. If he didn’t break away from the Scorpions—and survive—he’d end up as soulless as Bash.
“Didn’t you say they’re going to the cabin?” Easton pressed. “That means Outlaw, too.”
“I’m taking Cleaner and Wally, Jr. with me. And Tío if that jackass is recovered enough,” Bash announced. “I’m sick of Johnnie, so I intend to keep Outlaw alive so he can watch his cunt die. If he begs enough, I’ll let him live.”
“What about me, Bash?” Tom demanded. “I want pussy from that whore, too.”
Bash ignored the motherfucker. “Cleaner wants Christopher to die slowly and painfully. He wants me to consider leaving him with them, whether he pleads for his life or not, for a day or two, so they can get their fill of her pussy, ass, and mouth. Then he’ll call me back, so we can start chopping her up.
After that, depending on what Christopher does, we’ll either kill him or reach a deal with him. ”
Easton had to tell Outlaw. There was no fucking way he’d allow Bash to follow through on his plans. “As for Molly—”
“You can’t take my daughter without my permission,” Tom interrupted. “And I say fuck no, so sit the fuck down somewhere.”
Bash frowned at Tom. “That’s my fucking son you’re talking to. I’ll allow the disrespect this time. Don’t let it happen again.”
“I didn’t mean nothing by it. It’s just that that motherfucker—”
“I don’t fucking remember asking you to explain,” Bash sneered.
Tom snapped his mouth shut.
Easton knew better than to smirk.
Another difference between the American Scorpions and the Dwellers. Here, a wrong word could get you killed. There, Outlaw might knock a motherfucker out, but freedom of speech was alive and well.
As Bash studied Easton for long moments, his skin crawled. He didn’t know if he had seconds before he died or if he’d make it out alive.
“Come with me, motherfucker,” Bash ordered, and jumped to his feet.
Shivering on the small bed, Molly Harris curled into a ball, humming to herself. She was so hungry. Hopefully, dinner arrived soon. Or…breakfast? Even a snack.
She’d lost count how often she was fed, but she was sure it couldn’t be more than once a year.
Cows survived by eating once a year. Certainly, she could.
She turned onto her back and her chains rattled. CJ rose in her head, followed by Ryan. Every time she thought of them, tears came to her eyes. She wished the dish would come and take her over the moon, so she’d get back to them.
Without warning, the door to her stall opened.
Didn’t cows live in stalls? She’d come to this one, waiting to fly away with the spoon. Or the dish. Either one.
Maybe, she wouldn’t leave the moon. That’s where they’d taken her momma and her baby.
Cold water doused her. She remained quiet.
Hands yanked her by her hair and dragged her to the edge of the cot. A moment later, her throat ached from all the pounding she endured.
It was Cleaner. She knew by his scent and taste.
He was almost as mean as the Wallys and Willard. And she absolutely hated Eliza touching her.
He jerked away and warm stickiness sprayed in her face before more water rained over her.
He grabbed her throat and squeezed, until little noises escaped her. He shoved her back on the bed.
“Cunt.” He spat in her face and left her.
Her stomach growled, but she wouldn’t get food. Whenever he made her throat hurt, she didn’t eat for two years.
The door opened again. Molly hoped it was Hopper, but she was either dead or gone.
“Molly?”
“Uncle Bash,” she said, relieved. He’d been nice lately. And he smelled better than most of the men who visited her.
“I’m not your fucking uncle,” he growled. “Remember?”
She flinched at his harsh tone. “I want you to be,” she said, her lower lip trembling. “You’re nice to me.”
He blew out a harsh breath. “Don’t say that to me. I’m not nice.”
“I want Hopper,” she whimpered.
“Me, too,” Bash said with a snicker. “She has good pussy.”
Molly wrinkled her nose, remembering some of Hopper’s conversations. “She said she liked to fuck.”
“Oh, indeed.”
“She enjoyed fucking you, but not Cleaner or Wally, Jr. They were mean. They’re mean to me, too. She told me to pretend I was enjoying it and they’d stop hurting me.”
“Did it work?”
“With Willard,” she admitted.
He was silent for a beat. “I have nieces,” he started.
She knew. His sister, Celia, visited. Maybe Celia hadn’t told him what she told Molly.
“One niece…you remind me of her.”
Molly turned that over in her head. “Can two cows from the same family mate?”
“We aren’t from the same family and we aren’t fucking cows, Molly.”
“If I remind you of your niece and you’ve mated with me—”
“I haven’t fucked you in months.”
“Years,” Molly amended. “My last meal was five years ago, wasn’t it?”
“Jesus fucking Christ. You remind me of my niece who was killed by a crazy cunt.”
Molly touched between her legs. “I have a cunt?”
“Yeah.”
“Is my cunt crazy?”
“Nope, your fucking head’s fucking crazy.
Your brain,” he amended. “Probably fried for life because of all the fucking drugs.” He sighed.
“You might be fucking hopeless. Putting you out of your misery would be a mercy killing. At least, if you die, we’ll finally have figured out what to do with you. ”
“I don’t want to die.” Molly burst into tears. “I miss CJ and Ryan. I want to see them again.”
“Dead, you can see your mother again.”
“But she doesn’t have a head! They took it to send her for hamburgers.”
“Fuck!” Bash jumped to his feet. “Easton, get the fuck in here.”
Molly didn’t know him. He’d never visited her.
“Is he a bull or a heifer?”
“I beg your fucking pardon?”
She giggled at how put out Bash sounded. “Cleaner said only a few bulls can visit me. I mostly rut with heifers.”
“You want her released?” Bash demanded, not responding to Molly. “Fuck her or I’m killing her. I’m fucking sick of this back and forth.”
“She’s seventeen.”
Molly liked the new bull. His voice was deep and smooth.
“Not my fucking problem,” Bash yelled. “And something we’ve already discussed, so yes, I’m serious.”
“She’s injured and emaciated.”
“She’s also drugged up and insane. You have five seconds to decide. One.”
“Fine! I’ll do it.”
At the sound of a zipper, Molly flinched. Most of the bulls and heifers were so mean to her.
“Can I have some privacy?”
“You must think I’m fucking stupid. I’m watching you fuck her.”
“Bash—”
The first bullet hit Molly’s shoulder. It burned through her flesh, and she screamed.
“Make her suck your cock to get it hard, then fuck her.”
“Why are you doing this?” Easton asked.
Even through her pain, Molly heard how close to tears he sounded.
“Because, motherfucker, I don’t trust you. You’re either with me or you die. You want to negotiate her—”
“Fuck no!” Tom Harris called.
Another bullet blasted in the small room.
Screams broke through Molly’s fog.
“Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!”
Molly startled at Bash’s yell.
“It hurts! It hurts, Bash.”
Molly cringed at Daddy’s pain-filled voice. But she didn’t like him either. He was hiding Mama’s head.
“Don’t kill me. Please. Please, I’m begging you, Bash.” Daddy sniffled. “Kill that brainless cunt! Fuck her. You’re saving her for Ryan cuz you promised him? Well, what about what the fuck I promised you! Don’t fuck with me. I’ll see your entire organization brought—”
An endless stream of gunfire burst around her.
“Fuck, you just killed Tom,” Easton said. “No, you just spattered him to hell.”
“I didn’t like that motherfucker no way,” Bash said.
“Bash, I’m with you,” Easton swore. “I’ll pay you. Anything. Please.”
The next bullet hit Molly’s hip. She began to sob.
“The next fucking bullet is the kill shot.”
Molly gasped, pain streaking through her.
“She’s wounded,” Easton croaked.
Something pressed against her head and burned her skin.
“Okay!” Easton shouted. “Okay! Don’t kill her.”
Molly couldn’t stop her tears and she couldn’t stop the pain.
“Shhh,” Easton soothed, suddenly next to her and gathering her into his arms. “I’m so sorry, Molly.”
“Make her suck you off and then fuck her,” Bash ordered in the mean voice he used with her sometimes.
Easton tangled his fingers through her hair. “Hold on, okay? I know you’re in pain.”
She was. She sniffled and nodded, believing him.
“It’s going to be okay.”
He guided her head to that part of him.
Molly knew what to do. She did it without question. He wasn’t very bad, although Bash threatened to shoot him again because he wouldn’t get hard.
“Make him hard, Molly, now,” Bash screamed, pushing and pulling her, ignoring her yelps of pain. He shoved her. “I’ll kill him if you don’t.”
Dizziness assailed her and her vision started to fade, but Easton was nice to her. She didn’t want him to die.
She used what she’d learned, managing to keep her eyes open until she could get that part of him working. He didn’t hurt her mouth or her throat. He settled between her legs and inserted himself inside her.
“I’m going to get you out of here, sweetheart,” he swore, his voice catching on a sob.
“That’s nice,” Molly mumbled, and sank into unconsciousness.