Brian reached out in time to pull the lock button before Molly could open the door. Molly didn't have a choice. She slapped the door incessantly as if she was a child throwing a tantrum.
When they arrived at the villa, Molly hastened to get out of the car. She just wanted to get away. Brian's heart twisted at the sight of Molly hurrying to leave. He didn't chase after her, he just called out, "Stop her!"
To her astonishment, it was not Tony that ran after her. As she got closer to the flowerbed at the turn of the road, she saw two men dressed in all black came out from behind as if two ghosts that crept out of the hell. They looked strong and muscular, advancing slowly toward her.
"Please go back, Mrs. Molly Long," one of the men said. His face was expressionless.
Molly was horrified to see such a robotic face at night. She had lived here for quite a while but she's never even noticed them. It seems like they really work here and this is their station.
Molly turned around to find Brian cockily standing beside his car, his hands in his pockets. His face was half lit and half dimmed by the night light, which was a perfect vision of what he was.
Molly realized that she had no other choice but to succumb to Brian. She spoke, her voice shaking, "Brian, Spark and I just ran into one another. He drove me home because it was getting late," she said hesitantly.
"Come back,"
he barked. Molly heaved a deep breath, her hands clenching and unclenching before she stepped towards him.
Seeing how hard she was trying to contain herself, Brian said, "Mol, I'm warning you. That's the last time you're going to see him. I like to keep my private life private. What's mine is mine and that's that. It doesn't matter if it's that important to me or not. And don't forget that you're a mother. We have a son together. You have a responsibility to this family."
Molly froze at his words, her eyes fixed on the sky looking empty. "I know," she said, sounding dazed and distant. For a while, no one said anything. It was absolute silence. "I'm going in," then Molly spoke in an inaudible voice, it was almost a whisper.
Molly knew very well that she had no power over him. She knew him well enough to know not to put gas on the fire because he might end up hurting Spark if he got even angrier. She knew what kind of person he was and that was a cruel and ruthless person. It was wiser to stay silent. So without another word, she walked back towards the villa.
Brian waved his hand and the men retreated back in the flowerbed, camouflaging themselves as if they didn't exist. Then he followed Molly who was walking back to the villa.
"Draw a bath for me," he commanded Molly as he loosened his tie.
Molly paused. She was on her way upstairs when Brian spoke so she turned around and dragged herself to their bedroom. As soon as she stepped in, she smelled the strong odor of the tobacco right away. Brian obviously smoked a lot in this room. Molly scrunched her nose as she didn't like the smell. Everything in this room was so familiar. It was a perfect representation of Brian. Her cheeks flushed as she hurried towards the bathroom.
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