“Lila, we’re not waiting for tomorrow,” Molly said. “Come on, let’s go to Freestown.”
The others looked at each other.
“She’s changing the subject,” Lila said.
“It’s definitely Jake then,” Laken added.
“Things are fine,” she said firmly.
“Is Jake okay with you going out? I kind of got the impression he wanted you to stay here,” Laken told her.
“You still tire easily,” Savannah pointed out.
“I feel great. I’m not tired, not sore, and not sick. Jake is just being overprotective. You know how he is. But I need to get out of the house. I’m feeling cooped up. Do I look sick to you?”
“Nope,” Laken said. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you. I feel fantastic. Only Jake doesn’t seem to realize that. He’s still treating me like I’m sick. Like I’m an invalid. And he’s got all of you treating me t
hat way as well. I need some way of making him see I’m not fragile. I need him to see me as his sub, not his patient.”
The girls all glanced at each other.
“You sure you’re up for playing?” Laken asked.
“Yes I am. I’ve hinted and I’ve asked but I’ve now reached the point of smacking him over the head. I need a way of showing him I’m not an invalid.”
“To remind him that you’re a brat just needing to be spanked,” Laken added with a grin.”
“I want to be spanked. I miss it.” She sighed.
Lila grinned. “Well, you’ve come to the right girls. If we can’t get you spanked, then no one can.”
Savannah raised her eyebrows. “Are you all thinking the same thing as me? Dare we do it again? Will Saxon even let us in?”
Molly sat up straighter. “We’re going to Saxon’s?” Was she ready for that?
“We’re gonna try.” Laken grinned. “You up for it?"
What the hell was she thinking?
Jake stormed his way across the parking lot. In his periphery, he was aware of a man approaching from the left.
“Jake,” Duncan said in a low voice as he walked alongside him. “Take it you got the same message as me.”
Jake just grunted. He didn’t much care what message Duncan got. He only knew the one he got. Or it wasn’t so much of a message as all it had included was a photo. Of his woman at Saxons. Without him. Two more men approached from the right.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him this time, Jake,” Logan told him. “I don’t care what you say. Look the other way if you need to, but he’s a dead man.”
“I’m not going to be able to look the other way when I’m killing him myself,” Jake snarled back.
“Oh, no, you’re not taking this away from me. I dream of getting my hands around that man’s neck.”
“Different now that it’s your woman in there, isn’t it?” Colin added in his usually cheerful voice. What right did he have to sound so happy? Lila was in there as well as Laken, Savannah, and Molly.
Molly. His Molly. In the fucking club without him. Without his protection. She didn’t even have a collar for fucks sake. He stormed through the door, vaguely aware of the bouncer taking a step back and talking into his earpiece.
“I think we all need to calm down,” Duncan cautioned. “Maybe take a few deep breaths before we head in there.”