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  Copyright© 2014 Jenika Snow

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  OWNED BY THE OUTLAW

  The Grizzly MC, 6

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Well, she had to give The Brothers of Menace MC a small amount of credit. Their whorehouse didn’t smell like women screwed here all day long. It wasn’t the first place Molly Clark would have brought a bunch former prostitutes that had been beaten by their pimp, but it was safe, and Molly knew that if the members of The Brothers of Menace meant to take care of someone, they did it with everything in them. They were fearsome, hardcore outlaws that lived a life full of violence and danger. But even though they were criminals they were also protective and made sure that the ones under their protection were taken care of above all else.

  Molly helped Kendra put the last of her undergarments in the dresser and took a step back. Although she didn’t agree with everything The Brothers did, she also knew it wasn’t her place to argue about it, or care for that matter. She had gotten here last night and spent all day helping the girls get settled, she was exhausted. Most of the women here were pros when it came to selling themselves but there were some, ones like Kendra, that shouldn’t be in this kind of work. They should be at home working on their college essays and worrying about what time their boyfriends were coming over.

  But Molly wasn’t their mother she was in her twenties herself with a three year old son to take care of. Even if she wanted to stay here and help these girls she needed to get back home to Dakota, hold him tight and let him know that she loved him. But she knew The Brothers would call her again. Ever since they had branched out from their MCs and started their own charter—along with their little pussy business on the side—they had depended on her for her medical knowledge. She wasn’t a physician, but being a nurse did allow her to help treat their wounds, which they got a shitload of by being reckless and acting before they thought it out. They may only be humans, but they were as dangerous and vicious as any shifter MC out there.

  “Thank you so much,” Kendra said and gave her a smile.

  Molly knew that wasn’t her real name, but then again she supposed if she was selling her body she wouldn’t have wanted others to know who she was either. Kendra couldn’t have been more than twenty years old, and underneath the bruises and swelling Molly knew she was a beautiful, innocent girl. It was such a shame someone so full of life had resorted to this lifestyle, but then again Molly’s upbringing hadn’t been the best, and everyone’s life led in different directions. It was up to them to decide which path they wanted to take and Kendra had chosen this path.

  “You’re very welcome. Are you going to be okay?” Molly wanted to reach out and take her hand, but she kept her distance because she knew right now that was what Kendra wanted.

  Kendra nodded and glanced around the room. It was late, going on midnight, and Molly was dead on her feet. After treating all of the superficial wounds on the women she had helped them settle in. Most were already in bed, curled around each other and seeking comfort that they had probably never gotten as children.

  “Yeah, I guess I’m as good as any of them.” Kendra lifted her hand to the girls that were cramped into this one particular room.

  The house where Lucien and his men sold pussy was large with numerous rooms on the upper and lower levels of the cabin, and even a couple in the basement. This wasn’t a brothel, not really. Molly knew enough that a lot of politically powerful people, or men with loads of money paid an exorbitant amount to sleep with the girls that The Brothers of Menace provided. But the girls that were on Lucien’s payroll were not like the girls that he currently had housed up in this cabin. For one thing they were more like treasured pets that he and his crew protected. Yeah, they sold them off to the highest bidders, but the women were consenting, had sought him out for work, and knew that being employed by this MC meant they would never be beaten. But he didn’t have room for these additional women, and that meant fixing up the cabin that they had talked about with the Grizzly MC. She hoped that became a reality sooner rather than later, because these ladies needed a place to recuperate and decide where they were going to go in their lives.

  “Okay, well, get some rest.” Molly walked over to her purse that was on the dresser and reached inside for a slip of paper and a pen. She wrote her number down and turned to hand it to Kendra. “Of course The Brothers can always get a hold of me if you need anything, but just in case…” She gestured for Kendra to take it again when the young woman just stared at it.

  Finally Kendra reached out and took it, looked down at the slip of paper, and stared at it for a few seconds. “Thank you...” She lifted her head and looked at Molly. “…for everything.”

  “If you ever just want to talk, about anything at all, call me anytime.” Molly smiled. “Take care.” She had offered up her number and an outlet if Kendra needed anything, but it was up to her to make the next move. The other women were offered the same outlet, but Molly felt something different for Kendra. It was almost like she had this motherly instinct to watch over her. She was by far the youngest, most impressionable, and innocent. Molly turned around and left, closing the door behind her. The rooms were on the upper level, and as soon as she stepped out onto the hallway the sound of deep male voices swearing and talking came through loud and clear.

  Molly descended the stairs and when she reached the landing she contemplated just heading back to Brighton. That was a long drive, it was late, and more than likely she’d fall asleep at the wheel.

  “Everyone good up there?” Malice’s voice came from right behind her.

  She turned and faced her ex-boyfriend and the father of her son. “Yeah, they’re good.”

  Trevor “Malice” Mason was big and intimidating, and the epitome of what she thought a Sergeant at Arms—an enforcer—of a motorcycle club would look like. The five years she had known him hadn’t changed his appearance in the slightest. His black hair was tied at the nape of his neck. It was long enough to secure with a band but still short enough that a few strands escaped the bond and brushed his jaw line. His grey eyes were hard and unyielding, his dark beard trimmed and made him seem almost menacing, and his body was big and tall and packed with so much muscle he was like a tank. But despite all of his strength, and the fact more times than not he was stoic and apathetic, when they had been together she had glimpsed a little side to him that she knew he had never showed anyone else.

  She had been in love with him once and still loved him because he was Dakota’s father, but they led very different lives. He had hardly been around, and when he had been he was distracted with club business. She felt more like she lived with a roommate than a companion to share her life with, and because of that they had drifted apart until she had finally ended it a year and a half ago. But Malice wasn’t the type of man that took being left well and his persistence that they bel
onged together had gotten to the point that she had resorted to putting distance between them for a long time. Malice wasn’t a stupid man, and it wasn’t that he didn’t understand she just didn’t want to be with him anymore.

  They had been together since she was twenty-one years old. He had been the man she had given her virginity to, the only man she had lived with, and he was the father of her only child. In every way Malice had owned every innocent part of her, but at twenty-six she wasn’t innocent any longer. She was an intelligent woman with a nursing degree under her belt, owned her home, and took care of her son. However, Molly knew Malice wasn’t still in love with her. She could look in his hardened face and see that the reason he wanted her was because he was a man determined to own things. She was the mother of his son, and therefore he thought he had a claim on her, and maybe he did to an extent. But Molly was strong, and a bitch on the best of days. To say they butted heads was an understatement because she was just as stubborn as he was.

  Molly didn’t want Dakota to follow in his father’s footsteps. She didn’t want her son in an MC, didn’t want his life constantly put in danger. He was young still, and for now those decisions were solely up to her, but she knew there would be a time when he would have to decide what path he wanted to take, and there was nothing she could do about it. Malice would always be in their son’s life, and Dakota looked up to his father like he was a hero. She supposed to a child an outlaw MC member was a kind of superhero, strong and powerful and invincible. But she wanted their son to learn other things in life besides solving problems with violence and illegal activities.

  Malice nodded and pushed away from the wall he was leaning his big body against. Unfolding his arms and taking a step toward her, Molly hoped he wouldn’t start any shit. Just the other night right before the Grizzly MC had escorted the women to this cabin, she and Malice had gotten into it right there in front of everyone. She could see he wanted to “talk” again, and she wasn’t in the mood.

  “You’re doing okay?” He stopped a few feet from her.

  The scent of his leather cut through the sweet smell of the marijuana he had clearly just smoked, and the spicy cologne he always wore. It filled her nose and surrounded her. “I’m fine, just tired.” A chorus of loud, deep laughter came from the living room, and she glanced that way even though the wall blocked her view from actually seeing them. “Seems like the guys are having a good time.” She crossed her arms under her breasts as a chill worked through her.

  “They are just trying to wind down after all the fucked up shit that happened.” He looked her up and down, and she sensed a flash of sexual heat come from him. Malice had always been overly sexual and insatiable in his appetites. “You’re cold?” Before she could answer he turned his back on her and walked over to the hall closet a few feet from them. He opened it and grabbed a sweater from the shelf, and turned back around to present it to her. “It’s probably big as fuck for you, but it’ll work.”

  For as hardcore as Malice was, he had always shown her his gentle giant side. It really was a shame things hadn’t worked out between them, but she had done what she felt was best for her and Dakota. She nodded as another loud round of laughter barreled into the room. “Maybe they could take their party down to the basement since the girls are trying to sleep. They could use some uninterrupted rest.” It wasn’t like she was asking them to move a mountain. The basement was fully finished and equipped with a game room, bar, and even two extra bedrooms that she heard some of the members used when taking shifts when watching the women they brought here.

  “Yeah, I’ll tell the assholes to take it downstairs.” He smiled, but even though she could tell it was genuine, Malice was hard and unyielding and it came across as a bit forced. “So, mind if I take Dakota this weekend for an overnight stay?”

  She may not like all the danger and aggression that was a part of Malice’s life, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want her son around him. Malice was smart enough to keep Dakota away from it. “I don’t mind. You have plans or just staying in?” She set her purse on the ground and pulled the sweater over her head. The tag was still on the sleeve, but she could tell it had been bought for one of the guys given the size of it. The sleeves covered her hands, and the waist fell to mid-thigh. But all of The Brothers of Menace were built like beasts and towered over the average person.

  “I was thinking of staying in, and maybe renting that new Disney movie.” He shrugged. “And of course eat junk food all night.”

  Molly smiled. “You’re already Dakota’s favorite person, but now I think you’re just trying to make me look like a boring mom.” She chuckled. This was a nice interaction with Malice, and she wished it could always be like this, but more times than not it was this tug and pull because he was just so damn hardheaded and stubborn.

  “Nah, you aren’t boring. You’re a good mom, and take care of him.” He could be charming when he wanted to be.

  “Thanks for that.” There was an awkward moment of silence after she said that. “Just call or text to give me the exact day and time you want him. I can meet you halfway.”

  Malice nodded. “I can come get him. I don’t expect you to meet me halfway. That would make it over a two hour drive for you.”

  “Malice, you in there, asshole?” Kink, the MC VP, came stumbling in and braced a hand on the wall. He glanced at Malice and then looked at Molly. “Hey, Molls. I didn’t know you were still here.” Kink’s voice was slurred and his eyes red-rimmed.

  She smiled but said nothing. She couldn’t blame the guys for getting wasted. The last couple of days had been hard on everyone, and the strain of what had been done to those poor women weighed heavily on everyone. But before Kink even spoke again she knew what he was going to say was probably going to border on the douche-bag radar if not pass it. He was drunk after all, and she hadn’t met any member of The Brothers of Menace that wasn’t crude on a good day.

  “Dude, you need to come and watch this fuck flick that Ruin put on.” Kink grinned and stood taller. The tattoos that covered his neck were visible over the collar of his shirt. “This chick is fucking herself with a whiskey bottle—”

  “Man, Kink, shut the fuck up,” Malice ground out in a harsh, annoyed voice.

  “Just take the party downstairs, please. The women are trying to rest.” Hearing Kink talk about porn stars screwing themselves with whiskey bottles and other bizarre instruments wasn’t the worst thing she had ever heard, and it wouldn’t be the last, but right now she was too tired and just wanted to sleep. As she attempted to move past Malice and Kink towards one of the backrooms that had all of her things, Malice reached out and placed his big hand on her shoulder. She stopped, closed her eyes, but didn’t say anything. He removed his hand, and she looked over her shoulder.

  His jaw was clenched tight, and his face was hard-set. “I’d still like to finish our conversation we started at the warehouse.”

  She rubbed her eyes and shook her head. Glancing over at Kink, she waited for his drunken ass to look at her, realize he needed to leave, and then faced Malice once they were alone. “There isn’t anything left to say, Malice.” She could hear him grind his teeth. “Listen, I’m tired, and don’t want to get into this, but it’s been a year and a half. I know you’ve been sleeping with all those women that hang around your club, and I know that you aren’t in love with me. I’m not sure why you just won’t let things go, Malice.” She grabbed onto all of her strength. Malice’s height was impressive at a whopping six foot three inch frame, and Molly had to crane her neck back just to look into his face. Appearing strong was sometimes a feat when any of these MC members were in a foul mood—which Malice was right now—because even if she wasn’t tiny by any means, they were huge.

  “I’m not getting into anything with you right now, Molly, but you and I are meant to be together.” He bared his teeth, and although the sight may have been frightening to some, all it did was annoy her because she had seen it too many times since being with him. He
leaned in close, but she knew what was coming before the words left his mouth. “I’ll say it again, Molly, because be being nice and trying to give you space clearly hasn’t worked.”

  She lifted a brow and waited for him to finish.

  “I popped your cherry, and you had my kid. There will always be a part of me that sees you as mine.”

  Molly closed her eyes and shook her head. “God, Malice, just admit you are not in love with me, and just want me around because you don’t like being denied anything, and that you like being this possessive asshole?” She crossed her arms and glared at him. They stared at each other for several seconds, and the sound of him grinding his jaw was almost as loud as the guys stomping their way down to the basement. “Your silence is confirmation enough.” She sighed and dropped her arms. “Just let me know what time you want Dakota. I might even just come back up here and check on the girls.” She turned and left while he was still speechless, because the days when Malice didn’t have a retort to throw back were a rarity. Oh, he was pissed, but he’d get over it. He didn’t have a choice.

  She made her way down the hallway to the only bedroom in the back of the house and closed the door behind her once she was inside. She leaned against it and sighed. A migraine was taking root in the center of her head and moving down the base of her skull. Looking at the bed, and then looking over at the attached bathroom, she decided a shower would have to be done in the morning. She just didn’t have the energy right now. She walked over to the bed, stared down at the queen sized mattress, and fell face first onto the down comforter. Not even bothering to take off her shoes or change into her pajamas, Molly closed her eyes and forgot about everything else except the blissful peace of sleep.