CHAPTER 10
*~* Molly *~*
After we have cleaned up and I’ve gone back to my room, I open the door to a gentle knock. Doctor Jamie is standing looking at me with a small smile. “Can I come in and talk to you?”
“Sure.” I open the door and step back so Jamie can enter. She closes the door and takes a seat at the end of the bed after pointing, and I nod.
“I saw how competent you were with the problem downstairs. I was also told you lost your job at the hospital. You know they are a load of assholes that work there, anyway. That HR is a piece of shit and has been since she got the job.”
Taking a seat in the chair near the window, I look at Jamie, and as I’m not sure what this is about I just nod that I agree. “What is your point?” I ask.
“Let me tell you I worked as a doctor at the hospital, but due to their ridiculous policies I started my own practice. Now my practice is growing all the time, and although I rarely get an emergency type of patient, I love what I do. I am however, looking for a nurse that can work alongside me. One that knows what she is doing, but can help me with the club when, and if it’s needed.
I think you would be perfect.” Jamie raises an eyebrow while studying my reaction.
“I’ll be leaving here and going home. Which will make it hard to work for you, Jamie.”
“Well, you can get a place here. I even have a small house you can rent if that would suit you? I heard you have an asshole of a sister who is dropping you in piles of shit all the time. I’ll help you with her too, or I’ll cover your back while you deal with her.
” Jamie grins, and it’s the cheeky smirk that does it.
I laugh, and you know what? I think I could work with her!
“If I have to pay for a lease on this small house, I’ll need to know the salary and what I’ll be left with to live on. I’ve been in a position where I’m living on a wing and a prayer, and I’ll be honest I don’t want to do that anymore.”
Jamie smiles right before giving me figures for the salary, the health benefits, and the hours I would work. It’s an outstanding job, and if I am thinking straight, I'd cut off my hand to have this job.
“One thing you may not like and that is Angel. She is one of my receptionists. She’s the niece of one of the brothers, and I took her on as a favor, but shit she’s the worst favor I ever did. Trouble is, I can’t get rid of her, but wish she’d do the walking.” Jamie rolls her eyes and shrugs.
“What’s wrong with her?” I know I shouldn’t ask, but come on we are women and we are nosy.
“Okay, she hits on single men who come to the office. She argues with anyone who disagrees with her, for any reason. She even argues with people on the telephone when they call for appointments.”
I giggle at the look on Jamie’s face. “Okay, so how about you make me practice manager? I’ll put rules in place, get her to understand her tentative position, and then puff she steps out of line and BAM she’s gone.”
“That could work, Molly. Yeah, if you take the house too, as that is next door to the practice. It would look very official, and actually it would be a good idea because the practice is growing. I had taken on three employees recently, one of which was Angel, who is on reception, as I said. You, however, would be practice manager and nurse practitioner.” Jamie is grinning like a fool, and I’m not sure about any of this.
“Well, I have no job, so you make me a contract Jamie, and I’ll look, but yeah, I’m interested.”
Jamie jumps up and throws her arms around me, hugging me tightly before clapping her hands. “I’ll get it done in the next few days and get back to you. I’ll make sure the house is cleaned out and freshened up too. You don’t want to have to clean it before you can move in.”
Jamie rushes out of the room, and I watch as she near enough runs down the corridor and down the stairs.
Sighing, I turn just as Floss and Mella walk toward me from the opposite direction.
Now, I’m not going to give them an inch.
If they think they can make me run from them, they can think again.
I lean on the doorframe of my bedroom and cross my arms over my chest. Making sure I keep my eyes on them.
“You are messing with the wrong people,” Mella states, trying her best to look frightening.
“Is that right?” I drawl, then yawn to show I don’t give a hoot as to what they say.
“Yeah, you are. You hurt Floss, and we’ll make sure we hurt you.” Mella continues. But what she hasn’t realized is Hellion is standing behind them both. He winks at me to let me know he’s listening.
“Can I ask you a question, Mella?” I calmly say, keeping eye contact the whole time because I now see more brothers have joined with Hellion, and are watching and listening to what’s going down.
“I suppose so, you know, since we are going to mess you up soon.”
“Oh, that’s good. It’ll be okay if I fuck you up like I fucked up Floss then?” I take a step forward fast, and you know I’ve never seen two women in ridiculously high heels move so fast past me, or squeal in tune with each other. But when the brothers behind them laugh they stop.
Hellion, however, snarls. “You two step out of line one more time and you’re gone, and I don’t mean from the clubhouse, I mean gone-gone, you get me?” They both nod and then set off running once more.
One of the brothers I’ve not met previously, winks. “You tell ‘em, Molly. They are a pair of idiots.”
“Why thank you, I sure will.” I laugh, and as I turn to re-enter the bedroom he speaks again.
“If you let them get the better of you, they’ll make your life hell. But if you need help you come find me, or ask for Chips. I’ll watch your back.” With that, he walks away, and I can’t help but notice he has a swagger, and it’s nice to watch.
Hellion coughs. “Now, none of that, Molly. Breaker may not like it.” Huffing, I step inside fully and slam the door, all the while thinking, what the heck has it got to do with Breaker.
Two hours later, my stomach is rattling with hunger, and I have to make sure I get the meal ready for this evening.
In the kitchen, I quickly make myself a smoothie.
It’s bound to keep me going for quite some time.
I can sip that while I work, and with that thought I step into the pantry and collect what I need to get everything ready.
I’m going to be happy when I get out of here and start working for Jamie. Not sure when that will be, but I reckon they’ll not let me leave until the two weeks of punishment are done.
Hunk of beef in the oven and the vegetables ready, I’m cleaning away the mess I’ve made when the kitchen door opens and Drifter walks inside.
“Molly, I wanted to say thanks for all you did for me.”
I hold my hand up to stop him. “I would have done it for anyone Drifter, but I’m more than happy you are okay.”
“It hurts like a bitch, but at least it will heal. I’ve got vitamins to help my recovery, which is Jamie’s idea of course.” Drifter rolls his eyes, and I giggle because honest to goodness he looks like a teenager being ordered to do something he doesn’t want to do, but he’ll do it anyway.
“I think you were lucky I was here just at that moment. You were bleeding heavily. The good thing is having Jamie on hand if something like this happens.” I give Drifter another small smile and turn to continue washing dishes and cleaning up after my prepping.
“Do you need any help?” Drifter asks, and I turn while shaking my head. “No, I’ve got to do it all by myself.”
“Okay. But again, thanks, Molly.” Drifter walks out of the kitchen, and I continue working until fifteen minutes later the door flies open, and Marcia rushes into the kitchen.
“Molly, Molly, I just overheard Carrie-Anne is in town.”
Now, I don’t wait for Marcia to say any more. I drop the towel in my hand and rush to the backdoor, throwing it open and running smack into a hard chest.
“Woah, where are you running to, Molly?” Breaker smirks at me as I look up at him. “You know you don’t need to throw yourself at me. If you’re interested and want an hour in my room, I’m willing!”
Growling at the audacity of the idiot, I give a frustrated squeal, and without thinking I kick him as hard as I can in his shin.
Now, I can tell you he can curse like a sailor, and hop well on one foot.
I can skedaddle with the best of them, running for the gate, and freedom where I can search for my stepsister and kill her at last.
“RUN, MOLLY, RUN!” I hear from behind me and can only guess it’s Marcia. I don’t stop to see who it is, as I have to dodge the prospect on the gate, who is standing with both his arms out like he’s trying to stop a ball hitting the back of the goalkeeper's net.
What brought me to a halt was the shot fired and the puff of dust that hit the ground in front of me. I don’t turn to see who has fired the weapon because I’m struggling to stop the tears from flowing that have gathered in my eyes.
You guessed, I’m back in the kitchen with a prospect called Mateo watching my every move. I’m so frustrated I could bawl like a baby. I, however, hold back my feelings and finish making the meal.
Two hours later, the meal is over, and I’m finally finishing the cleaning up afterwards. The dishwashers are on, and I’m done. I have no emotions to give when Breaker steps into the kitchen, giving the prospect a chin lift to leave the kitchen.
“Well, Molly, Whack has added another week to kitchen duty.” I say nothing as I snatch all the towels and cloths I need to take to the utility room. “You can’t get out of here until your time is up,” Breaker continues.
Again, I say nothing. I stand looking at the utility room door while waiting for him to stop gloating.
“Okay, Molly, get your chores finished. Tomorrow you may find Whack wants to speak to you.” Nothing…
I give him nothing. I remain staring at the door to where I’ll take this laundry. “Do you have nothing to say, Molly?”
“A prisoner has no rights,” I reply, then walk away to dump the laundry before heading to my room. Closing and locking the door I allow the tears to fall, and head into the shower where I can cry and no one will hear.