Page 139 of Tied to You

With a sigh, I rest my hand on Mollie’s hip, gently squeezing. “Baby.” She hums a sweet noise as I lean over, gently tugging at the restraints around her wrists. It’s the cutest thing I’ve heard. With a smile, I say her name, and she adjusts her position, rolling to her back to look at me.

Reality hits, and my face falls.

Coming to, she looks at my face before her eyes fall to the phone in my hand.

I follow her gaze, dropping my head then hold out my hand. “I’m not happy about this.”

“It’ll be okay,” Mollie says. She says it warily, but she knows. She can see it in me. Since Rocco asked her to help, she hasn’t had to. Then yesterday, we found we had one buyer left to lock down. The hardest one. A lawyer of all fucking things. One who thinks he can pay less due to all the aggravation of switching dealers.

Mollie was right. There are people in this world who react to muscle. And others who think they’re above it all. We don’t have time to fuck about. I know deep down we need her, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.

I watch as she lifts the phone to her ear and listens to Dean’s instructions,her eyes never once leaving mine. There’s a tension rising between us. A pain that’s waiting idly to snap the air in two. Her eyes are burning, making my heart drill. I know it’s love. She’s looking like she’ll do anything to help me with business, whilst I’m sitting here wishing she was as far away as fucking possible.

Passing me back the phone, she remains still, now watching me as I speak. “She’s not seeing him.”

I hear Dean grabbing a few things in the background. “She might have to.”

My eyes close.

I watch her shift across the sheets so that she’s close to me, her flawless body pushing up against mine, arms wrapping around my waist. Contact.

Raising my free arm, I wrap it around her neck, lifting her chin to look at me as I speak. “He tries anything, I’ll kill him.”

Dean sighs, and Mollie’s body tightens.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Meet me there. I’m leaving now.”

Hanging up the phone, I chuck it on the bed. Mollie’s arms are still wrapped around my body. I cup her chin, my thumb trailing across her bottom lip. “I don’t care what Rocco says, after today, I don’t want you involved with the club.” I can’t take her as my wife and put her in danger.

My hand moves to her throat as I lean down, my mouth claiming hers. I kiss her hard but slow, feeling her body weaken under me as she rolls back to the sheets, onto her back. I desperately want to lose myself in her. But I know we can’t. The quicker we get this done, the quicker it’s over. I jam my eyes shut. “Go grab your helmet, baby.”

“What about my clothes?”

She makes me smile when I really don’t want to. “I like the idea of you naked in just a helmet.” Then I frown at the notion of some high flying lawyer looking at my girl. “Make sure you wear a jumper that covers all of you.”

She rolls her eyes, kissing me, then scoots out from underneath my body. I watch as she heads to the bathroom then get myself dressed.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re both good to go. Mollie walks up to me and takes my hand in hers, taking a breath. “Ready?”

“No.” I lead her out of the house to my bike, lifting her on the back. She doesn’t need my help but she’ll get it, because in about half an hour she’s going to be helping us. Again.

You couldn’t make this shit up.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

MOLLIE

My eyes flick to Travis. They’re solely focused on the man sitting on the other side of his desk. I can’t say I blame him. The man they’re here to lock down as a buyer is being hard work for the sake of it.

It’s true what they say. People can change. Not everyone does. But when people hurt enough or have learned enough to want to, they’re capable of it. I know because when I look at the man I agreed to marry two days ago, he sees my pleading eyes and heeds my warning. Even as little as three months ago, he would have jumped across the table and had the man by the throat, threatening to kill him.

When he steps back, I’m grateful. I let go of the breath I was holding, steadying myself.

“WhoamI doing business with then?” Terence Green looks between us all. “I mean, what kind of fucking business deal is this? A bring your girlfriend to work one?”

I daren’t look at Travis as Dean steps closer to him. “You’re doing business with The King. The only thing that changes for you, is the supplier.”

Terence smiles wickedly. “And the cost.”