chapter 28

ASHTON

I ripped myself away from Molly, my whole body trembling because holy fuck, the need to tear down her leggings, throw her up against the wall, and sink my dick deep inside of her was tearing through me at a breakneck speed.

She tore something down inside of me. Something I needed, the last bit of restraint with her.

She didn’t just tear it down. She took a battering ram to it, and I was shaken, taking her in. Only her in. I was ignoring the emotions clawing through me.

Only Molly. I could only feel Molly.

I was also going to murder Remmi West because I knew who’d just stormed her way in.

“What are you doing here?” I had to get ahold of myself, but I half growled at Trace’s sister.

She was coming in, hoop earrings. Leather jacket. Her dark hair swept up, piled high, and she was wearing her usual black pants. Trace’s sister liked to dress the Mafia-princess stereotype, but today there was no faux fur jacket.

Remmi ignored me, her neck craning so she could see Molly. “Who’s that?”