Dolls!
Today I have something special for you! NOBODY has seen this before. It's a scene I wrote that was supposed to go in the back of the Reaper, but obviously that didn't happen.
This bonus scene is from Molly's point of view, straight after the bullet was left in Keir's SUV. Please forgive any errors in this piece - it's has not been edited or proofread. It just flowed out of me post The Reaper.
I've got The Chief plotted out, but I also have another story bustling for attention at the moment. I PROMISE you, I will get it written.
So, without further ado, here's the bonus scene...
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Molly
Tightening my grip on the strap over my shoulder, I walked away from the blacked-out Rover like my ass was on fire. It kind of was on fire though, especially given how roughly Keir had taken me.
Not that I was complaining.
No, I was firmly in the non-complaint camp here because what I’d just experienced had been fucking amazing. If only I hadn’t had to do what I’d done. If only things could’ve been different.
When I heard the throaty growl of the Rover’s engine turn over—the sound like a fierce exhale from a dragon—I quickly peered over my shoulder. The brake lights had just winked off only to come back on again with a squeal of the tires.
Guilt warred with the relief I’d felt mere moments ago and I quickened my pace. I had to get out of here. I had to go before he realized I’d left that bullet there—a warning to his clan boss. I quickened my pace hoping to put more space between me and Keir before he could figure out it had been me.
“Hey!” he barked behind me. “Tilly! Milly! Fuck!”
He thinks my name is Tilly and or Milly? What a fucking asshole.
I risked another glance over my shoulder to find him slamming the car door and giving chase. My speed walk went into a full-out sprint as I rounded the corner and rushed down the street. I ran until the oxygen in my lungs felt as if it was burning on the way out of my body, and my ragged exhales were like a trail of gasoline in throat.
“Stop!” Keir yelled again, his voice closer than it had been before.
Wrenching my gaze in his direction, I cursed how quickly he could move. I shouldn’t have been surprised though. He probably chased down people all the time for the Mac Tíre clan. Even though I knew his role didn’t exactly involve meting out justice, I had a feeling he’d be punishing my body in a lot less sensual way this time around.
I almost lost my footing when I went around the next corner too quickly, vaulting over the low brick and shrub wall of the house on the corner. My foot got stuck and I tumbled forward, falling into a thick hawthorn bush that has been manicured, trimmed, and pruned to within an inch of its life. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I waited, ears tuned into the sound of his thick soled boots crunching on the footpath. He was barely out of breath as he paused there, waiting. Hanging in my airspace.
I didn’t dare more.
Didn’t dare breathe.
I just…
Waited.
He took a few steps closer to the wall, and like a child playing hide and seek, I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed myself against the scratchy branches and prayed he wouldn’t see me.
“Where are you, little rabbit?” he called, his tone dark and menacing as he stepped closer still. I could see his body through the tightly packed branches—a slash of black for his shirt. A dark blue for his jeans. Jeans that he hadn’t taken off when he’d fucked me, save for the zipper being drawn down. He hadn’t removed his shirt either. It had been a quick fuck though—one where I knew he was simply using me to rut against because I saw the way he stared at Fallon. Maybe that was why he’d called me, although I had no idea how he’d gotten hold of my number.
And, yes, I’d let myself be used by him, but there was a purpose.
One where I’d had no choice in the matter.
We were both scratching an itch and getting exactly what we wanted.
Keir wanted to forget Fallon, and I was the opposite of her. Where she was blonde, I was brunette. Where she was curvy, I was waif thin. Where she was sweet, I used my seductress way to get what I needed… what I wanted.
And what I needed was to deliver the message.
What I wanted? Was to get the hell out of here before Keir caught me.
I heard the distinct schikkkt of a spark wheel against stone.
A deep inhale.
Then the scent of Turkish tobacco wafted on the air. The smell took me back to another time in life—one where I was happy and whole.
The shrill ring of his phone broke the deep dive into my past.
“Yeah…” He listened for a few moments, before muttering, “Fuck. I’m coming now, but you should know we have bigger problems… I’ll tell you when I get back to the compound.”
I was frozen on the spot as I waited for him to leave, but he wasn’t going. He was still standing there on just the other side of the hedge. Waiting.
“Little rabbit,” he said. “I know you can hear me. You’d better keep running unless you want me to find you. And I swear… I will find you.”
Turning on his heel, he walked away, the sound of receding footsteps directly linked to my pulse, which was now slowing. Now that the danger had disappeared, now that the adrenaline had worn off, I felt all the energy leave my body. I collapsed onto the cold, slightly damp grass beneath me and let out the breath that I’d been holding. Behind me, a shaft of light fell across my back, and I turned to see someone peering out of their window.
Getting onto my trembling feet, I walked out of the old woman’s garden and back onto the road. As I set foot onto the footpath, the rain that had been threatening to fall all day finally did. Only a few spots that turned into a deluge within a heartbeat. I was drenched instantly, and I hustled back to my apartment, keeping my eyes moving and senses pricked. I couldn’t afford to be caught by Keir, but I also couldn’t have afforded to ignore the task I’d been given. It was life or death, and I was quite fond of breathing.