MOLLY
It never was with Ashton Walden.He’d come in flanked with his security guards, and then the other time at the nightclub when he’d yelled at me before having me whisked away. I wasn’t altogether sure what went down that night, but I’d felt zapped from him. He had pierced me inside, and that feeling never went away.I felt it again, all over again.“What am I doing here?” I asked again, cursing internally as my voice dipped. A slight tremor slipped out.Hearing it, Ashton stopped. His eyes flared slightly. “You and I have some things to discuss.”I was shaking my head as he went past me, heading through the library and to the kitchen. A shiver trailed down my spine at the same time. “No, I don’t. I want to go home.”I followed him, hugging myself in the opened doorway.He acted as if he hadn’t heard me, pressing a button. A deluxe coffee machine appeared, and he pressed another button. It began rumbling, and soon the smell of brewing coffee filled the space.God.My stomach did its own rumble because I really loved coffee. It was a weakness for me. I never got that order in from my room.“We have things to discuss.” He lifted his head, those dead eyes lingering on my clothes. “Business and your father.”My toes curled in. “My father?”There was another flash of emotion in his gaze, and was I imagining it? I thought I saw a softening come over his face, but then it was gone. He took out a cup and motioned to the island. “Sit, Molly.”He angled his body so he was half leaning against his counter, half turned toward me.God. His face was always so unreadable.Nearly black eyes. Dark hair. A face that could’ve been an angel, though I knew he was anything but. Dangerous. Powerful. Sleek. A toned body, but it was so much more. He was both beautiful and so dark, so deadly, that I couldn’t contain a shiver. At every phase of his life, he’d always been good looking. He was pretty when he was young. When he was a teenager, he’d been hot. But now, my mouth was almost watering, and I hated that, but I couldn’t deny it. Now he was a masterpiece to look at, and my stomach dipped because I knew how ruthless he could be at the same time.He was a dichotomy. That’s what he was.I seated myself at the island, taking one of the barstools that lined the far side. “Did you hurt her that night?”I wasn’t looking, but I felt him grow still. Very still.“Hurt who?” he asked quietly.I looked up. “That night. You came in and took Jess. You looked like you were going to hurt her.”He didn’t answer, but his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed.The coffee beeped that it was done. He set the mug down in front of me, surveying me in silence for another second. “I thought your friend was a mole.”I took the coffee, pulling it closer to me before looking down at it. “Then you were being stupid.”I still felt his gaze on the top of my head as he murmured, “It’s nice to see you have a spine. I wasn’t sure.”I shoved back from the counter. “Fuck you.”Gone were the functional thoughts from earlier, the nice thoughts of whose place I was in, and all the anger, the bitterness, the resentment swirled up now. Because of him. Because of what he thought about Jess. Or my dad. Probably more my dad, but Jess was the tipping point.“You thinking Jess was anything but loyal just shows the asinine way of thinking your family operates. Your family,” I spat. “They could’ve put my father out of his misery long ago, but you didn’t. Your grandfather didn’t. You just kept adding to his debt until he’ll do anything for you now. That’s how I got here. My dad’s my contact person. I meant to change that, but I keep forgetting. I’m betting they called him, and he called you. Am I right?”Ashton’s eyes narrowed even more. “I’d be very careful about how you insult family members of mine that were not long ago put into the ground.” Ashton was still leaning against the counter, but his head inclined forward. “And you’re wrong about your father. I called him.”I flushed; my whole body felt it. “Why?”“Because, Molly Everly Easter, you just became a part of the war that my family is involved in.”I frowned. “How? It was a random robber. I’m assuming you got the CliffsNotes from someone. That guy had nothing to do with your war.”“Detective Worthing does. I was told that he tried to question you about the robbery.”“Because it was a robbery and he’s a cop.”“He’s in the organized crime unit. He’s not a beat cop. He knows our family connections. That’s why he was there. So him showing up brings you into my business.”I had no idea what he was talking about. “What?”Ashton tilted his head to the side. “I was told Detective Worthing tried to question you at Easter Lanes?”My body suddenly grew tired. “The ambulance got there first and took me to the hospital.”“They weren’t at the hospital when I arrived.”Right. To the hospital, because that made sense how I got here now.“I guess? I remember talking to Nea and Sloane before I fell asleep. I woke up here, and—” I swallowed my register’s key! I gasped, grabbing for my stomach and looking down. Oh, god. That was in there. “I have a foreign object inside of me.”“It’ll pass out of you within a day to two days.”I jerked my head back up. “What does that mean? I’ll—”His lips thinned again. “You’re going to shit it out. That’s what that means.”Oooh. That was comforting, but also uncomfortable at the same time. I eyed him warily again. “You got the 411 on me?”“Your father appointed me in his stead. It’s why they released you to me.”I shot him a look as those fuzzies in my stomach started to warm up. He and I both knew I got released to his care because of his last name. “What am I doing here? I’d like to go home. I’d like my phone. I’d like to call my staff and make sure everyone and everything is okay.”He reached behind him and opened a drawer. He lifted my phone out of it and leaned over, putting it on the island and shoving it to me. It glided over to me smoothly. “Your staff is fine, and I have a man at Easter Lanes, running it until you and I have concluded what we need to conclude.”I started to unlock my phone but I stopped. “You have a man? Easter Lanes is not a part of your family’s business. You have no right to send a man over there, or to pick me up, or to have anything to do with me.”“Except that’s where you’re wrong. Besides talking about Detective Worthing, that’s the other business you and I have to discuss.”“What is?”“Easter Lanes. The bowling alley your father ‘sold’ you.”“What about it?”“It wasn’t his to sell.”ASHTONThe blood drained from her face and her body jerked before she grabbed the counter to steady herself. “Wha—”Buzz! Buzz!I frowned, hearing my door buzzer. My men hadn’t called, and the concierge would never buzz anyone in if they weren’t important to me. Casting her another frown, I went over and pressed the intercom button. “Yes?”“I’m sorry for the interruption, but a Ms. Montell and Mr. West are here to see—”I cursed, then hit the speaker button. “Let them up.” As soon as I was done, I went to Molly and ignored how she jumped at my closeness. “You will keep this between us. Got it?”She frowned, bristling, and I could see the thoughts forming before she opened her mouth. She was going to fight me on this.“If you want even a shot at getting Easter Lanes to be yours and yours alone, you will follow my lead when Jess and Trace get here.” Her eyes lit up at my offer, and she nodded before cursing and smoothing a hand down her hair.“I look a mess.”She looked stunning. “You’r
MOLLYMy body was aching and stiff when I let myself into my apartment later that night. My head was pounding. I dropped the bag of clothes I had with me on the table, heading straight for some wine.God.My dad. My bowling alley.My staff.Even Jess.My life was a total conundrum, but one thing at a time, and right now, I needed my painkillers and oh crap. I had to nix the wine. Water would have to do, and after, I headed for the bathroom.My clothes were stripped off, and I stepped under the shower.God. Warmth. Ashton’s place had been warm. I wasn’t physically cold, but emotionally cold? Oh yes. So much yes. And just thinking about him, I felt a wave of panic sweep my body. But no. I couldn’t indulge in that. I needed to think clearly, needed to get through the next few weeks.I remembered my time at Ashton’s place.As soon as Jess and Trace had left, I’d whirled on him. “What did you do to Jess?” Because she was hurting, and Ashton had done something to make her hurt even more. I
MOLLYI was back in Easter Lanes Sunday afternoon going over what I’d missed from the day before, but one good thing: the key passed.Yep. I was now the weirdly reluctant owner of . . . you know.We had a copy of the key already, so we were using that one, and Pialto was coming in shortly, so I’d have him take it for a copy of the copy.Maybe I should have completely changed the locks on the register. But at this point, I didn’t trust even a locksmith coming in to do that job.The door opened, and assuming it was Pialto, I shouted out without lifting my head, “I’m thinking we should redo our whole system.”“Since I’m considering a more active ownership role of Easter Lanes, I think that would be a great idea.”Dread shot down my spine, and I looked up, seeing Ashton walking toward me, taking his very expensive-looking coat off and leaving it on a table as he moved closer to me. Man. Did he have to look as delicious as he did? I hated him, like despised him on a cellular level, but I c
ASHTONHer entire system was decrepit. She was still operating on a handwritten ledger. The bare minimum was computerized. I was getting a headache just staring at her computer screen. It looked as old as the first computer ever created.My phone was buzzing.I pushed back the desk chair, which had a good view into Easter Lanes as I reached for it. “Yes?”Silence, then a growl. “You’re at Easter Lanes?”This was Detective Worthing.I stood up, phone pressed to my face as I stared at the window where I could see Molly behind the counter. She was helping a few customers, but there. I saw it. Her head was folded down. Her shoulders hunched forward. She was looking around. The customers left, and she remained in the same spot, her hand reaching for a rag and wiping the same circle over and over as her eyes were skirting around the place.What did she do?“Should we expect a surprise visit from you soon?”A dry laugh again, caustic at the end. “Can’t say it would be a surprise, considering
MOLLY“You close early on Sunday nights?”I almost screeched as I jumped backward.I grabbed onto the counter, glaring at him behind me. “Why are you still here? What do you actually want from me?”I was scowling as he stilled, his own eyes narrowing, and I had an image of a cobra raising its head, eyeing who it was about to attack.A chill went down my spine, and I shook my head, trying to clear the unsettling image from my mind. Then I remembered what he’d originally asked. “We do. Ten.” I looked at the clock. I’d made Pialto leave an hour ago, along with the rest of the staff. I could handle the last three customers, but they’d just left as well. I was ignoring the pit in my stomach because I didn’t think Ashton remembered what usually happened on Sunday nights here.“Why?”The bell above the door jangled again, and I looked over, half expecting one of our customers coming back. A lot of people forgot their jackets, but it wasn’t a customer. Two men were coming in, their badges fla
MOLLYHe took me to Pedro’s, a very exclusive small restaurant that most people only heard about. As we pulled up, going down an alley and then stopping at what looked like their back door, I could attest to how special I already felt. A back entryway. Two members of their waitstaff came out, dressed in black pants and shirts and nice-quality cream aprons, to greet us. The chef stepped out as we got to the door, and he embraced Ashton, speaking in Spanish.We were getting this special treatment because of Ashton, because of who he was. Ashton was Mafia. I caught the looks from the staff through the windows. These people knew it.They were all watching.I couldn’t catch what was being said, but it was beautiful to hear, a touching moment to witness, and then the chef came to me and took my hand in both of his. He was speaking again, blinking back tears.I thought Ashton would translate, but he didn’t. His eyes were on me, and they’d gone back to their normal hardness. A chill started t
Molly They hated my father, but that wasn’t new. I barely registered it, but I had that morning because it felt wrong, not wanting my dad to go inside when normally I knew it was only better when he was away.Then Ashton came out. They bypassed each other, and the look Ashton gave my father.He hated him. He wanted to kill him. The sneer. The disdain, and a surge went up in me.He was cute. So cute.I didn’t remember what he was wearing that day, just how he looked and how I knew, no matter how old he was, that he had darkness in him.He could do what I couldn’t, and even back then, I hadn’t wanted to admit what I wanted to do.That darkness inside of me.I wanted to be away from my father.Ashton, this boy going past him, could do that for me.I knew it then, and that’s why I never forgot him. I couldn’t.He was the prettiest and cutest boy I’d ever seen. Beautiful black hair that he’d been raking a hand through. Eyes that were so dark I was sure they were black. Eyelashes that fram
ASHTONIt was a local neighborhood street festival, but it was late, nearing midnight. So many had retired for the night, but not my family. My cousin Marco asked for me to stop by.We parked at the front of the carnival and walked in.My men got out first, with Elijah opening my door.I was out next and felt the attention. I wasn’t surprised. I was used to it, having been watched all my life, but this time was different. There was more weight, more responsibility.Some little kids were still playing, kicking a soccer ball around. A couple chased each other, wrestling with balloons. They were squealing, laughing.That was nice to see. A moment of lightness amid this heavy night.“Ashton.” Marco was coming toward me, smoothing a hand down his shirt. He was dressed up, like me. His hand was out, and we shook hands but moved in and did the typical cheek kissing. Because of our grandmother, it was a family tradition. He stepped back, taking me in, and nodded. “You look good.”I nodded, me
“He has a point. You got shot four times.”“Six times, actually.” I touched the spots on my body like a prayer. “Drive-by shooting. It was apparently meant for him, but I stepped out of the house at the wrong time, and boom. They decided to settle for his daughter instead.”“That’s not supposed to happen,” Mona said, frowning. “We’re not supposed to be fair game.”“It’s not a game to them though, to guys like that. Those assholes don’t care if we’re innocent or not. They’ll hurt us if it gets them what they want.”“I’m sorry that happened to you.”I waved it away and stared out over the yard. I didn’t remember much from the aftermath, but I remembered it happening vividly: the black truck that pulled up, the guns that appeared in the windows, the way I screamed, the pain as it flared, the weird, almost calm knowledge that I was going to die. Then black, then waking up in the hospital, in pain, very, very angry, and all the rehabilitation, the surgery, the bullshit. It took months to g
Amber After that very strange, but surprisingly good night out at the bar, I did my best to hide from him for the next couple days. When we were sitting at the bar, our legs touching slightly, I felt it: that tingle down my spine, that buzz on my lips. We ate, he asked about me, made me laugh, and toward the end of the night, our fingers touched as we reached for the check, and I stared into his eyes, and I knew in that moment that if he’d kissed me, right then and there at the bar, I would’ve kissed him back. We walked back together, said goodnight, and I’ve been hiding from him ever since. I should hate him. I don’t understand what the heck would attract me to a guy like that. He robbed a man in front of me for fun. I hated that sort of thing, hated men that bragged about crime and thought it was exciting, hated that sort of macho arrogant crap most of all, and yet somehow, he was different. He didn’t seem to take himself too seriously, and he made jokes all the time, and of cou
I walked along the bar toward a large man up near the door. He was on the way to the restrooms, so I had a good excuse to pass him. I exaggerated my sway, just a little bit, making myself look drunker than I was. The guy had a goatee, a double chin, and a tiny sprout of hair at the top of his head. I noticed the Rolex first, then the way he leaned toward a much younger, much prettier girl and grinned at her with a creepy hunger in his eyes, and I’d watched him down three drinks since I’d started my first. He was rich, he was trying to impress a girl, and he was drunk, which made him ideal.It wasn’t a complicated maneuver. Amber stared at me, wild and ready to get up and chase me down, so I hurried a little bit. I turned the corner toward the restrooms and bumped into the guy, grunting as I did it loudly. My hand slipped into the pocket of the jacket he had hung on his chair— found nothing.“Shit, sorry,” I grunted, and slipped my hand into his pants pocket. It was tricky, but they we
“To our night out,” I said.She smiled, met my toast, and sipped her drink. “This place isn’t so bad.”“You got a lot of spots like this back home?”She shook her head. “I didn’t come to fancy places like this. I’m more of a dive bar girl myself.”“Funny, I’m the same way. South Philly is filled with little holes in the wall, bars that have been there for generations. Some real cheap, trashy places, but you can get good and drunk and see the boys from the neighborhood there, so it’s not so bad.”“Philly’s a weird place. It seems so small, you know?”“It’s old. Not built in an ideal spot. Didn’t sprawl out like the newer cities. Chicago’s kind of that way too.”“I guess that’s true. I like it though. It’s got character.”“That’s what I think. Philly’s got everything you could want, and it’s cheaper than most other cities, plus it’s a lot smaller, so you can get around way easier.”“If you’re trying to get me to move here permanently, I think I’m sold.”I laughed. “I’m not sure you’d wa
Ren At first, the job wasn’t so bad. I hung around that big house, watched TV when I felt like it, bothered Amber when I got bored, and kept out of Mona’s way as much as I could. Things were quiet for a while, but after a few days it started to get real old, real quick. Amber wasn’t happy. That got pretty obvious by the fiftieth time she told me to go fuck off. Not that I minded if she told me to go to hell, to be totally honest—I sort of liked that she pushed back against me. The girl had spirit, she was a goddamn handful, but I could tell something hung over her. I kept thinking about those fresh-looking scars on her body, so like the bullet wound scars I’d seen on countless other guys, and had a couple myself, but that made no sense. I couldn’t imagine what a girl like her would be doing with bullet scars. One night, Mona decided to head into the city. Amber watched her go like a sad puppy, and I knew she wanted to go with her, if only to escape the house for a little while. I l
I climbed out of the water, intensely away of his eyes on my body. He was a good-looking guy, muscular but trim, with light eyes and dark hair slicked back. His pouty lips would’ve made a younger version of myself swoon, but I was over all that, over and done with it. I felt self-conscious, though, and realized that some of my scars were visible— the two on my leg, and the one on my shoulder. I quickly walked to my towel and grabbed it, wrapping it around myself, but too late. I caught him looking with a thoughtful frown. “We should set up some ground rules, if we’re going to do this for real.” He looked at me and shrugged. “All right. You played along with me, so I’ll play along with you. Give and take, the bedrock of any healthy relationship.” I doubted he’d ever been in a healthy relationship, but I didn’t say that out loud. “When I’m swimming, you can’t sit there and watch me.” “Fair enough.” “And you can’t follow me around all the time.” “That’d make me a shitty bodyg
Amber Vincent hustled me out to his house in Mt. Airy the next day, accompanied by my hired goon babysitter. I ignored him. It wasn’t easy though. He was a big guy, broad shoulders, stubble on his face and chin, but he held himself with this strange grace that I couldn’t totally understand. He commanded a room, and I kept sneaking glances in his direction, and caught him looking back at me, seemingly unashamed at being caught. I didn’t know what his deal was, but it annoyed the hell out of me, and drove me wild at the same time. The Mt. Airy house was Vincent’s wife’s place, a nice, pretty girl named Mona. She met us out front in black pants and a white button-down shirt. She was a few years older than me, with dark hair cut short, and dark brown eyes. She smiled, hugged me, glanced at Ren, then held me by the shoulders. “You must be Amber. Vince told me all about you.” “Yeah?” I asked, smiling a little, trying to ignore the way Ren loomed behind me. “I hope it’s all good thin
“If you’re asking me to fight your war, I’m not interested.” He shook his head and held up his hands. “Something simpler, actually. There’s a girl that came to live with me, daughter of a capo in the Chicago family. She went through something recently, they’re having their own problems out there, and she was sent here to get away from the heat. Unfortunately, things are getting hot around here now, too.” I thought of the girl I’d seen with the long dark hair and the intense expression. She must’ve been twenty, maybe a little older. It must’ve been the same girl he was talking about. “Not sure what she would have to do with me.” “I need you to be her bodyguard.” I let that sink in for a second then burst out laughing. He stared at me, eyes hard and cold, and I knew this wasn’t a joke—but it had to be. I wasn’t a bodyguard. I was a thief, and the occasional thug. I had a reputation for myself, sure enough, but nobody entrusted a life in my hands—much less the life of a young, bea
When Vince came calling, I had to answer. The Leone family was the largest mafia in Philadelphia, and I was still an independent guy, working all my jobs alone. I was happiest that way, and didn’t want to get tangled up by the Leones, but their money was good and the job was simple: track down a couple goons and beat the ever-loving shit out of them. I brought Floyd along and offered to split the pay sixty-forty. He thought it was an even split, but shit, that’s on him for not asking. “Either way. I hope they got the message.” Vincent smiled and clapped me on the shoulder, the one with the knife wound, and I grimaced. He had the good manners to look a little embarrassed before turning to Floyd. “Thanks for the assistance. I’m sure Ren will have your money soon.” “When I get paid, he gets paid,” I said, nodding. “Very good.” Vincent squeezed my shoulder. “I actually have another job for you, if you’d be willing to talk?” I hesitated. I really didn’t want to get too involved. The Le