The Making of Moly Barons ~Darkness Becomes Her

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Chapter 15

We casually but quickly made our escape. We got back into the Mercedes and drove off, to where, we weren’t sure. And when we were completely out of eyesight I sank down into my seat.

Justice ran both hands through his hair, messing it up. “Holy shit! That placed is fucked up!” His chest was heaving and beads of sweat glistened on his brow. “Tipton was there! He was fucking there! Did you know he was going to be there?” he yelled.

I pulled out my cell phone to text Georgie. “Of course I didn’t know he was going to be there!” My hand flew to my hair, wanting to pull it out. “He told me…something. I’m just trying to wrap my mind around it.”

I looked at my phone, waiting for George to text me back, and I was growing impatient. Next I called Calista.

“Hello, Cal?” She was panting, like she was running. “I’m here, Molly, are you okay?” she asked, out of breath.

“Yes, but I just came from my worst nightmare. And I can’t get ahold of Georgie!” I hissed.

“Yeah, I know, she called the dragon and got cut off. He’s off to find her now.” A cell rang in the background. “I gotta go! Call you when I can,”

I knew of only one other person I could tell in our group about what I’d found out. I took the phone, dialing Nixx’s number. Forty-five minutes later she knew everything I knew to be true, and the things that I was suspecting.

She had left her vampires, preferring to work on her own, and was now thinking that was the smartest thing she could have done. She also concurred with George that there might really be male mixers. She bumped into some going into Scotland. I told her all about Mr. West and that I thought he might be one also. When I hung up, I was mentally and physically exhausted.

Leaning back into the seat, I contemplated my next move. “Justice, pull over someplace where there’s people,” I told him. After a couple of minutes of driving we pulled into a Nandos parking lot. The phone in my lap started to ring.

“What the hell happened?” Ryuuji hissed in a reptilian voice.

“I don’t know! I called her and she told me about the male mixers, giving me an address to check out. When I just now texted her she didn’t answer. We’re in some deep shit out here. But don’t tell anyone but Nixx or Calista. Someone is working from the inside.”

“Where was her last location?” he asked .

“She told me she was leaving Wales, but I haven’t been in touch with her since.”

“Why the hell were you not in communication with her?” he growled.

“Look, some shit happened that was out of my control,” I sighed, just as frustrated with myself for not being nearer to her.

“And what could have possibly happened for you not to be there?” he asked me coldly.

I kicked the dashboard angrily, cracking it slightly. “We broke up into groups. How were we to know that this would happen? Then, I was abducted by my long-lost makers! Are you happy now? Just get your ass over here and find her!” I hissed.

He was quieter than I thought possible, when I was ready for a verbal lashing. “I’m on my way. And Molly, I am sorry about your makers,”

“Just please find her,” I growled, hanging up. Then sat back into the seat trying to put my thoughts together.

“Now what?” Justice asked.

I rubbed my hand over my face. My phone chirped. I looked, hoping it to be a text from George. It was another address, in Paris. Cal said she’d found the name Eloise was linked with was some man named Irvington West.

I needed to get to Paris now, get hold of Philip and let him in on everything. I pushed the contacts on my phone, praying I had a number for him, and started scrolling down. Lo and behold, there he was, Philip.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and shook my head. Justice looked over at me wondering what the hell I was going to do. “Molly?“.

It’s unbelievable what a bitch karma is. “Look, I can’t believe I’m going to do what I’m going to do. So just stay calm and don’t say a damn word, you got me?”

“Yeah, I got you.” He growled putting his head on the steering wheel.

Taking a breath and collecting my nerves, I pushed Philip’s number. On the fourth ring he pick up.

“Bonjour,” came a deep French voice.

“Hello, Philip,”

“Molly? Ma belle, what’s going on? Are you hurt?” he asked me. But I defiantly heard chatter in the background that stopped when he said my name.

“No, I’m fine. But I think I have some information that might help us.” I emphasized “us.”

He blocked the phone, then came back on the line. “Chérie, are you wanting our help?” he asked.

I looked over at Justice, whose head was still on the steering wheel, shaking back and forth. I sat forward looking at the cracked dashboard. “Well, you’re in Paris. And that’s where I need to be, so I thought we could work together.”

He waited a minute before answering me. “Well then, I will help you, ma belle.” He paused. “Where are you now? I’m going to need exact coordinates,” he told me.

“I’m in London at a Nandos parking lot… I think it’s near the Ramada.” I pulled out a cigarette from the glove compartment and lit it.

“Molly, Nicolas will be there in two minutes, so be ready.” Philip told me.

“What? I’m in the Mercedes; I’ll just drive and meet you in Paris.”

“No, Nicolas will retrieve you, end of story.” He stated firmly.

My mind was racing over how this was supposed to happen, when someone knocked on the window. I looked over and there was Nicolas, peering in the window making me jump.

My door opened and Nicolas took me out of the car. Justice hurried out of the drivers side looking like he was ready for a fight. But Nicolas forced a grin before he spoke.

“Hello there, mate. Can I ask why the hell you thought you could kiss my bird? I smell you all over her?”

Justice didn’t answer, but clenched his fist and his mouth was in a hard line. So I stepped in. “Nicolas, this is a friend of mine. Justice, this is Nicolas.”

Justice’s face fell. He looked so hurt, I needed to just get him out of there. Keep him safe. My hand fell to Nicolas’s chest. “Please let me have a minute to say goodbye.” He gave a quick nod, then took a step back.

I was hoping for more space but I guessed that was as good as I was going to get. “Justice.” His eyes found mine. I took his hand. “Thank you for everything. And I’m sorry I came back into your life, please forgive me. I want you to have a wonderful life with someone who deserves you.” I cupped his cheek in my hand. “You were always one of my best friends; remember that.” His hand went over mine, leaning into my touch.

We were silent for a moment, then Nicolas came from behind, taking me in his arms. “Thanks for looking out for her. Stay clear of everybody until everything settles. And take the Mercedes and dump it,” he growled, and then we were gone.

It felt like I went instantly through a vortex, if I knew what a vortex felt like, and then I was standing in front of Marcus, Philip and Alexander.

“What the hell was that?” I asked trying to catch my breath.

“I jumped us back to Paris, that’s all,” Nicolas chuckled letting me go.

Philip led me to a chair. Apparently they were in some hotel room now. “Why don’t you sit for a minute, catch your breath, ma belle? Then when you’re ready, tell us what happened tonight? I could tell you were very anxious, even shaken,” he said.

“I called George and she gave me an address to check out, so I did. There’s a man I met there, he has no scent. He smells of…nothing. I’ve never encountered it before,” I stammered.

“George told me that there were male mixers. She wanted me to go there to sniff around. I told her, everybody knows there are no male mixers! But then she told me she’d seen one. When I got to the address, there was this man his name was Irvington West. Then when I talked to check in with Cal, she said his name along with Eloise’s!”

“That blasted woman!” Marcus seethed.

“No you don’t get it. This Eloise is nothing. This guy was some sort of mixer...he had to be. He had no scent, it was like a void. When I was near him, he was absent of smell. Maybe it’s like how we smell human to you; it’s a defense in a way.”

“But he’s looking for something. They’re doing something foul to these girls other than the murders. They talked about female mixers, maturing. How we’re ready for mating now, but they weren’t getting children like the fathers…whatever that means!” I hissed, then looked around the room. “Where’s Ryklin?”

Marcus’s brows went up. “He had to go back to his world. There’s a war going on in his domain, but he’ll be back, bird. Why do you need Ryklin?”

My head fell into my hands; I was so overwhelmed with the depth of everything. “Tipton was there tonight. He’s working with Mr. West. But I think that’s a rather generous term.

“He’s working with this man so he can use him to get an army. An army that Mr. West intends to breed with the female mixers. They’re going to destroy all the life on this planet. Vampire, werewolves... everything. I’m positive he’s not only killing the innocents, but killing all creatures off discreetly so it goes under the radar.

“There would be no more humans or creatures with one exception…elves. And as Tipton so graciously told me, he would be the Elven King, with myself to provide him his heir. He has been planning this out, and you guy’s were right, somehow he knows about me.”

“And one more thing. Georgie is missing.” Marcus’s brow went up. The room was so silent it was eerie. Here were three big vampires and one giant werewolf, just staring at me..

“You found this out just this evening?” Nicolas asked.

“Are you telling me that there’s a war coming?” Marcus growled.

“No, Marcus, I’m telling you war is at your door. We just have to find a way to stop it.” I sighed rubbing my face, getting myself together. “So what’s the plan? And don’t give me any of your bullshit that I’m staying here, or ‘we need to keep you safe.’ Because like it or not, gentlemen, I’m the one who’s going to help you.”

Alexander sat on the bed, looking very tired. “I think there’s no other way at this moment then. I can try to get hold of Ryklin, which might take me some time. But he needs to know what Tipton is up to. Nicolas and Marcus can see about this Irvington West, and Philip can take Molly to go see Eloise,” he stated to everyone.

“Je vais à la bar. Then I’ll text you all I find. Chérie, we will take the Hummer. Oui.” He pulled me out of the chair.

“Ah don’t want ye to get cold,” Alexander said, bring me a coat.

Nicolas chuckled, “All right, big man, move aside.” He took me in his arms, kissing me gently on the lips. “I’ll see you soon, love,” he whispered in my ear. Marcus came next. And what I thought was going to be a grumpy goodbye, wasn’t.

His arms came around me and picked me up from the floor. His mouth came down on mine, claiming it. And when he’d had his fill, he stepped back from me, looking smug while I stood stunned.

Philip and I walked out into the daylight, and I stood there for a minute just soaking it in. Things were changing; I could feel it in my bones. We climbed into the sleek silver Hummer and hit the traffic of Paris, headed for the Eiffel Tower.

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