Chapter 11

11

MAVERICK

W e were only a two-hour ride from the Silver Saints compound, but when Mac called, he was headed back from a run. He wouldn't be able to get here for at least half a day. Which meant I had a little time to figure out exactly how to handle this shit. Killing my old lady's dad wasn't an option but neither was letting her go.

A quiet knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, and I carefully shifted Molly off my chest so I could get out of bed without waking her. She'd been worrying after the phone call with her dad, so I'd fucked her again until she passed out from exhaustion.

After pulling on a pair of boxers, I opened my door to see Fox waiting in the hall, his expression grim. "Found him."

"Give me twenty."

Fox nodded. "My office." Then he stalked off.

I shut the door as quietly as I could, but when I turned around, Molly was sitting in bed, watching me with sleepy green orbs. Her hair was a disheveled mess, hanging in a riot of curls all around her, standing out starkly against her creamy skin and the white sheet she held over her chest. "Was that about my dad?" she queried, a frown marring her forehead.

"No. Why don't you get some more sleep, princess? I have to go meet with prez."

She shrugged and scooted to the edge of the bed. "I'm not tired. I think I'll see if I can scrounge up something to eat in the kitchen."

"Sure, baby. How about you shower with me first?"

Molly smirked. "Don't you have to meet with Fox?"

"It's just a quick shower."

Her expression was dubious. "That's what you said last time."

I grinned remembering just how that shower had gone. I'd made sure she was plenty clean…after dirtying her up and giving her two orgasms first.

"Be back soon," I murmured to Molly, placing a kiss on her temple before leaving her at the entrance to the kitchen.

Fox was sitting behind his desk when I arrived at his office. He was talking with Whiskey who sat in a chair on the other side, and Deviant, Hawk, and Racer—three of our enforcers—and our officer, Midnight, sprawled in seats that surrounded a round wooden table in the right corner of the room.

We had a lot of meetings in this space, so it was large and also included a bar and lounge area with a couple of sofas. My office was connected with a door on the same wall as the table and looked very similar.

"Please tell me I get to kill someone today," I growled as I stalked into the room. I needed to take out my frustration at being pulled away from Molly again, and this punk seemed like the perfect target. Nobody messed with my woman.

Fox frowned. "I get your anger and need for revenge, but the little shit hasn't threatened Molly, so you'll probably have to settle for putting him in the hospital."

I shrugged, not happy with that option but settling for it. "Who is he?"

"Fritz Beals. Molly's first appointment the day you brought her to the shop," Whiskey answered. "He paid cash for the shit he sent her. But when word got around that we were looking, the florist told her man her suspicions, who brought them to Racer at the track."

"She sent him with her security tapes, and Whiskey recognized him," Fox added. "The fucker used a fake name for his appointment, but Hawk did some digging. Turns out, this isn't his first obsession."

"How the fuck did he get anywhere near my woman?" I bellowed at Whiskey, clenching my fists at my sides. I was still pissed as fuck at him for not telling me about the stalker in the first place.

"We can't run a background check on every customer, Mav," he grumbled, looking more irritated than usual.

"Why the fuck?—"

"Uh, prez? Sorry to interrupt, but…"

We all turned our heads to see Jake standing in the doorway, looking nervous.

"Spit it out, prospect," Midnight growled, glaring at the prospect. One of the officer's jobs was to monitor prospects and their progress, so Jake paled at Midnight's gruff tone.

"There's a situation out front…some chick just drove up to the gate and is demanding to see Mav's woman."

My brow furrowed. The only women who even knew Molly was here were her mom and sister. I didn't think her mom would go around her old man like that, so it had to be Dahlia.

"Let her in," I sighed, then looked at the prez and jerked my chin at the door. "I'll take care of it. Then we go have a chat with the motherfucker stalking my woman."

He nodded. "Get her the fuck out of here, Mav," he grunted. "Don't need any more shit piled on top of the situation with Mac."

I pivoted and stomped out of the office, entering the lounge just as Molly came running out of the kitchen, heading straight for the front door.

"Molly!" I shouted as I quickly followed her. She should know better than to run into an unknown situation. I was gonna put her over my knee and spank her ass later.

"It's just Dahlia," she called, throwing me a grin over her shoulder before disappearing outside.

"Fuck," I muttered.

The other redhead from Silver Ink was exiting a silver Mustang convertible, her anxious gaze seeking out her sister.

Molly slowed down as she approached Dahlia, probably due to her anxious expression.

"I can't stay," Dahlia said when Molly was a few feet away. "Dad is on his way here."

Molly sighed when she reached her sister and pulled her in for a hug. "I appreciate the warning, Dahls, but I already knew he was on his way. You shouldn't have come. Dad's gonna lock you in a freaking tower if he finds you here."

"I had to make sure."

Molly held Dahlia out at arm's length and studied her for a minute. Then she shook her head. "You also wanted to get out from under Dad's thumb, didn't you?"

Dahlia winced. "I swear, it was mostly about warning you, but since he's already pissed at me for covering for you, I'm gonna take off and meet some friends in Europe for the summer."

Molly laughed and was about to say something else when a man raced up the driveway from the compound gate and ran straight toward my woman.

He beat me to her by seconds, but I skidded to a halt when the sun glinted off metal, and I saw the gun he'd pressed to her temple. It was the little shit who was obsessed with her.

In the next second, I had my Glock pointed at his head. "Let her go," I said in a deadly voice. "Can't say you're gonna leave here in good condition, but if you get your hands off my woman right the fuck now, you'll leave alive."

Fritz tightened his arm around Molly, making her gasp for breath. The punk's chances of getting out of this alive dwindled. "I'm going to walk right out of here, and nobody is going to touch me," he announced haughtily. "Molly and I are meant for each other, and nothing you do can stop us from being together. We love each other."

He looked behind me, and his smug expression slipped for a second. I had no doubt that my brothers had come outside and were at my back.

"Are you delusional, asshole? How the fuck do you think you're gonna get past us unscathed?"

"Because you won't hurt Molly," he answered, his tone slightly wobbly. "She and I are leaving, and if any of you attempt anything, I'll kill her."

My jaw clenched, but it was the only outward sign of my inner turmoil. I remained calm, almost detached, so he wouldn't realize that he had the upper hand as long as my woman had a gun to her head.

"You're signing you're own fucking death warrant."

He laughed somewhat maniacally and tightened his hold on Molly again, clearly causing her pain because tears welled in her eyes. I was proud of her for not showing any signs of fear, though, and for not attempting to save herself. She'd been taught how to defend herself, but she wasn't stupid. Her best chance was to trust me and my brothers, and she knew it.

"Why would you kill her if you love her?" Fox snapped as he stepped up beside me.

"If I can't have her, no one can," he replied with a shrug.

A movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention. I frowned when I saw Dahlia—who was slightly behind Fritz and out of his line of vision—creep a few steps closer to him.

I pressed my lips together, swallowing the need to order her to stay the fuck out of this.

"I got it," Fox murmured, then he raised his voice. "I'm gonna open the gate for you." Slowly, he took a few steps, watching Fritz closely to see if he would let him pass.

Fritz nodded, his smug air firmly back in place. "You do that. Now, Molly and I are going to walk out to my car, nice and slow. Don't make any sudden moves, or I'll kill her."

Dahlia was focused on the stalker, so she didn't notice Fox come up behind her. His hand was over her mouth before she could make a sound, and he dragged her back to the driveway and around her car so she was shielded from the situation.

"There's nowhere you can go that we won't track your ass down and feed you a bullet," Whiskey snarled from my left.

The distinctive roar of a Harley engine drowned out Fritz's response and stole his focus. The second his eyes left me, I pulled the trigger.

The force of the bullet sent him reeling backward, and his heavy grip on Molly took her down with him. But the hand holding his pistol fell to his side, out of harm's way.

"Molly!" My gaze swung in the direction of the newcomer, and I recognized Mac Mackenzie as he roared his daughter's name.

I didn't give him another thought. Molly was my only concern. Tucking my gun into the back of my pants, I ran toward her. Mac reached her first and held out his hand and helped her up.

"Don't fucking touch her," I growled.

I didn't care if it was her fucking father. I was still reeling from the fear of losing the most important person in my life. The thought of anyone's hands on her but mine sent me into a blind fury.

Molly didn't even look at her dad. Her eyes were glued to mine, and she immediately released his hand before running the rest of the way to me and throwing herself into my arms.