CHAPTER 73 Nicknames

  -Scott-

  I could see the look of hesitation on Molly's face, as if she was truly worried about what was going to happen if Jean-Pierre and I met face to face once more. I didn't really blame her, a red-hot fury was roiling in my gut towards that man, and it was all about jealousy.

  Was I jealous? Absolutely and I wasn't into self-denial enough to refuse to acknowledge that. I was insanely jealous that he could touch something that I KNEW I shouldn't want to.

  But I really fucking did want to.

  However, that was not the only reason I was angry at him. How dare he bring Molly into this club without having a conversation with her about what to expect? Without finding out exactly what she did and did not want to happen when she was there? How the hell did he expect to keep her safe?