Dad knew they’d come for me. He knew and yet he did nothing. Same as yours.” Molly McPherson crossed her arms and glared at the youngest as if she were trying to place her in some sort of trance. “Course I was married by the time the MC captured me, but the honeymoon hadn’t been consummated. Call us lucky. I’m here today because I didn’t fuck the old man who promised to watch over me.” She fluttered her tongue at the women. “Don’t worry. I’m still experienced where it matters.” Instinctively, Natasha inched closer to her older sister. Brittany draped a protective arm around her sibling and dragged her to the first step leading to the long country-style porch spread across the multi-level log home. “Leave her alone, Molly or I’ll have a word with Max and he’ll speak to Chuck.” Molly laughed. “Oh please, Brittany. You think I’m afraid of them? Besides, they’ll listen to my side of the story, see the dime-sized tears in my eyes, and decide it was all a big misunderstanding.”
