SHane’s Redemption
Maura’s Men Book 3
Stella Williams
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Prologue
Molly moved closer to Shane as a cold wind blew. He was tall and slender with the lean muscle mass of a runner despite his life as an academic. Not much of a shield from the cooling weather, but that didn't mean being closer to him didn't warm her in other ways. Winter was almost here. The perfect time for her change since it would give her plausible reason to not be outside during the transition period.
They were just leaving the steakhouse she’d chosen for her last meal as a human. She’d ordered a salad because she’d watched enough shows to know what happened when someone died. She didn’t want a full belly when the moment finally came. That and her nerves were so bad she’d barely been able to stomach the few pieces of lettuce she consumed that evening. Molly almost envied Cat and Claude for the steaks they had ordered.
“We don’t have to do this tonight. I’ll understand if you need more time,” Shane said running a hand through his shaggy brown locks.
Molly studied Shane for a moment and wondered if she would see him differently after the change. For dinner, he’d attempted to brush it into a sleek style. His nervous habit had quickly ruined that effect. Shane’s hair now stuck every which way in the windblown, devil may care look that had won her heart the moment she’d met him. Molly hated that he looked so tired and worried. She much preferred when Shane smiled. It made the shadows in his eyes seem softer and less present. Shane didn’t smile often. A habit she supposed for hiding his true self.
Shane was a vampire. When he’d first told her she believed him instantly. In the short time she’d known him, Shane hadn’t seemed the lying type. He was honest and straightforward with his actions and intentions. Besides at that point, Molly had already fallen hard for Shane. He could have told her he was an alien from space sent to murder the universe and she would have gladly been his first victim. She felt that deeply about him.
“I don’t need any more time to know that I want to be with you. Are you having second thoughts,” Molly asked.
Shane was a handsome man, and he had a good heart despite what happened to him and the others. Being stolen from their lives and held captive by a vindictive nightmare of a woman. Being forced into exile because of some arbitrary connection to her. Molly was all too aware of what it was like to be unwanted. To be an outcast for things beyond your control. Not to say that being an orphan and being teased because of your red hair and freckles was on the same level as literally living life being marked for death. Shane hadn’t gone into detail, but Molly knew this wasn’t an easy decision for either of them to make. She didn’t want him to regret her, not ever. That thought gave Molly a brief moment of panic.
“You know I want nothing more than to spend my life with you,” Shane said.
He put his arms around Molly and guided her towards the car. As always Shane was the perfect gentlemen. Cat and Claude walked a few feet behind them. Giving them space even though Molly could still feel Cat’s glare on her back. Molly knew Cat wasn’t happy with this plan. Cat wasn’t sold on the whole vampire thing. It wasn’t like her turning would take Molly away from her. Shane had assured Molly that she could continue her friendship with Cat for as long as Cat was willing. He’d avoided saying alive.
Shane knew Molly and Cat were best friends for life. Nothing, not even death could ever tear the two of them apart. It was one of the reasons Molly had insisted that Shane bring a friend along for this evening. She’d hoped maybe Cat would fall in love too and they could be vampire best friends forever. She hadn’t expected him to bring Claude of all people.
She knew his friend circle was limited being one of Maura’s Men, but she’d hoped for someone other than Claude. Maybe Xander or even the Felix guy he’d mentioned in passing once. Felix was a professor and historian which may have bored Cat. Molly had no idea what he looked like since Felix was away in Scotland. Judging by the men Molly had met, Maura was a woman of discerning taste in the looks department.
Xander would have been a hard sell. He hadn’t been happy about Molly’s relationship with Shane. The massive warrior had none of Shane’s modern people skills. Xander would have sat in silence looking surly right along with Cat. On second thought, maybe Claude had been the better choice. He was an asshole, but at least he had Cat talking and not focusing on Molly being turned that evening. Cat’s disapproving attitude was already putting a damper on what should have been a happy occasion.
“I have no idea why any woman would willing choose you for eternity,” Cat scoffed at Claude and Molly cringed.
Molly felt Shane stiffen beside her and she pulled him to her for a kiss.
“Let’s hurry to the mansion. Maybe Xander will have better luck in taming Cat, and we can finally be Together Forever,” She sighed.
Shane smiled and kissed her again before opening the car door for her.
“Together Forever, my love,” He said.
Molly should have felt giddy and excited, but unease gnawed at her insides as soon as Shane shut the door behind her. Tonight was the vampire equivalent of her wedding night. Something wasn’t right about the atmosphere, and it had nothing to do with the winter chill. She hoped it was nothing but bridal jitters.
“Together Forever,” Molly breathed to herself.
Breaking Point
Gray. Everything around her was gray. A fog, like a warm blanket, both comforting and suffocating as it enveloped her from every angle. Something had gone wrong. The last thing Molly remembered was trying to persuade Cat to be part of her Turning and then a bright light. The car must have crashed, but the thought didn't scare Molly as much as it should. If this were the limbo before life and death, then it wouldn't be long before Shane brought her back.
Molly lay entirely still, smiling nervously in anticipation. Waiting for the pull of reality to set in. Shane would bring her back shortly, completing the transition. Molly wasn't looking forward to the pain that would soon come, but if it meant she could be with Shane forever. She was willing to do anything. Shane told her a little about what death and the change would feel like, but this was something different. He'd said it would be painful, quick. This was anything but.
I hope Cat is okay.
Molly didn't see or feel the presence of anyone else which reassured her that Cat, although in pain, was very much alive. Cat was her best friend and hated the idea of Molly becoming a vampire. She didn't believe in happily ever after and given their upbringing Molly couldn't exactly blame her. Still, Cat had been such a good sport about Shane being a vampire and everything, even if it was only to make Molly happy. Molly took a deep breath or at least tried to. It felt like cotton balls in her nose as she attempted to suck in air.
What is taking so long?
Doubt began to creep in as the gray bec
ame more stifling and the warmth of the light faded. She studied her hand once pale as cream now seemed to be fading, merging with her surroundings. Shane wasn't coming. Her escape from the gray was becoming less and less likely as the light dimmed and a new darker space appeared. Panic began to set in, her heart racing in her chest, shallow, choppy breaths grasping for air, for life. Wispy, curling fingers of darkness converged upon her.
Molly forced herself up and started to move toward the light, but as she tried to get closer, the light grew dimmer and moved further from her reach all while the darkness gained on her. The gray, like a thick sludge sticking to her frame, made it almost impossible to move any faster but still she tried. Chilling tendrils swirled virtually effortless behind her, dogging her heels, teasing her as she clawed and reached for salvation.
The gray seemed to close in on her, sucking her back, pulling her towards the darkness. Molly stretched and strained, reaching for the faint glow in the distance her fingertips could feel its welcoming warmth. She was mere inches from grabbing hold when the gray gave a final tug. The darkness enveloped her, sucking her back like a black hole. Dragging her into the abyss. Her skin began to tingle and then burn, sharp, shooting needles of fire racking across her entire body. She screamed, but there was no sound, only darkness, and pain like she had never experienced before.
Molly sat up gasping for air, her whole body stiff and aching as she took in her surroundings. She was no longer in the car with Shane and Cat, nor was she in Shane's room at the mansion. The room was small and thankfully lit only by the dim glow of candles as her eyes burned from even that small amount of light.
"Good you're awake." An unfamiliar female voice said from a shadowed corner. Molly froze as the woman leaned closer to a candle the soft flickering light highlighting sharp, unfriendly features. The woman smiled flashing a set of fangs that didn't quite help Molly's peaking unease.
Where am I and where the hell is Shane?
Molly tried to speak, but her throat felt like it had been scratched raw by a pack of cats. She brought her hands to her throat searching for physical scars but felt no pucker or scaly scab, only smooth skin.
"It will be a few hours before you are completely healed. That bastard Shane did a real number on you," The woman spat.
Molly didn't miss the venom that dripped from her tone. There was definitely a history between the two which could only mean one thing. The woman in front of her was the infamous Maura. The woman who had turned Shane and the others. Not that Shane ever talked about it. She had overheard only part of the story when Shane brought Molly to meet Xander and Claude for the first time. From what little she'd heard, Maura should be the last person greeting Molly at the moment. Something had gone horribly wrong indeed. That or, her stomach heaved, bile rising in her throat only causing it to burn more. Molly didn't dare think of the alternative.
Molly's eyes fluttered open with a groan. Her alarm clock saving her from reliving that painful moment once again. The moment she'd awoken to find that her lover and her friend had abandoned her. Left her vulnerable and at the mercy of Maura of all people. Molly slapped at her alarm silencing the shrill ringing tone before tossing the covers away from her body. At least that memory was far more pleasant than the dreams the Shadow saw fit to torment her with. Dreams full of flame and damnation that left her sweaty and exhausted. Just the thought of the Shadow made Molly’s day worse. Enough was enough already. Shane wasn’t the man she once loved, nor was she still the naive little girl he’d fallen for. Forcing them together now after everything just wasn’t going to happen. At least not without some significant changes for both of them. Starting with Molly finally getting everything with her club off the ground. Club Obelisk was her key to freedom, her independence from men, from Maura, and most importantly from Shane.
Molly checked her phone to make sure no emergencies were awaiting her with the start of the night. At least that's what she told herself. In reality, she was really checking to see if Brody had made contact. Seeing nothing but a calendar reminder about the upcoming meeting with the Council, Molly set her phone back down with a sigh. Like she even needed a reminder about that. Her subconscious may be preoccupied with the past, but her conscious mind was spastic about the Council.
When Molly decided to purchase the bar from the previous human owners, she'd learned a great deal about the business. Not only from a human standpoint but from a vampire one as well. One couldn't exactly use their human identity and accounts when they were legally dead. Brody had helped her navigate the back channels and under the table negotiations to procure the proper licensing and such.
Molly thought everything was set until she'd received the missive from the vampire Council. Brody had mentioned them several times, but she hadn't realized just how influential they would be in her quest for independence. Molly was just finishing her morning coffee spiked with a dash of O Neg when she received a text from Gretchen.
Replacement bartender bailed. Having Shane cover the bar again tonight.
Molly sighed and text back. Fine.
With Mack out of town and the stress of the Council's impending visit, Molly was forced to take up Shane's open offer to help around the club. She'd definitely taken for granted Mack and his expertise not only as a bartender but as a human in the know. He was a master potion maker and had a way of putting even the most skeptical of vampires and rowdy of humans at ease. He'd really put her in a lurch with his recent penchant for disappearing. Finding someone who could recreate his cocktail menu and not accidentally serve any real Bloody Mary's to a human patron was quite taxing.
Shane was okay in a pinch but having him around opened up its own can of worms. It was yet another way her past was coming back to bite her in the ass. At first, she'd thought it would dampen the little business that had dared stick around after last week's altercation with Maura. Instead, Shane's presence seemed to bolster it. His grim reaper looks were a hit with the human crowd who'd already brought in a semi-goth theme to the club. It was also a novelty for the other vampires to be in such close proximity to one of Maura's Men, especially one who was serving them.
Shane, of course, was always there for her, minus the one time it had honestly mattered. Brody, on the other hand, had been suspiciously absent since the altercation with Maura. Not that they had any sort of relationship, but Molly couldn't help the feeling of abandonment that set in when her lover hadn't returned her calls. If she could even call him that. She had a strict no penetration rule that she had been surprised he had agreed to. Not that he hadn't tried to push the bounds once or twice. Molly chugged the rest of her morning meal before heading to the club. It was going to be a long night.
Club Obelisk was one of the last places Rodney wanted to be, second only to in Maura's presence. In both, he had about an equal chance of having his head ripped off. The only difference being at least the traitors would kill him quickly. Maura would take her time destroying his mind first and then his body. She already was, killing him slowly with her insane demands and insatiable appetite for blood. Maura’s orders were clear. Keep the flow of intelligence and food constant or his ass was on the chopping block.
Rod did his best to blend into the shadows of the crowded club as he made his way to his spot for the night. Thankful that Molly had played up the Goth aspect of the club, focusing the flashing beams of club lighting on the center of the dance floor and the bar. Filling it with dark shadowy places. Perfect for hiding among other things. His vantage point was the second best viewpoint of the club. Along the wall by the entrance. Close enough to see who came and went with a clear view of the bar and the raised VIP platform but far enough into the crowd to not be noticed.
Both humans and vampires alike crowded the dance floor at the center of the space and pressed against each other at the main bar on the back wall. The usual bartender was nowhere to be seen. Instead, interestingly enough, the gangly traitor was behind the bar, looking like a knock-off Grim Reaper as he tossed back almost as many
shots as he doled out to customers. He smirked seeing Vampire Lite pull a small packet of something out of the tip jar. No telling what was in there but Rodney knew a drug deal when he saw one.
Molly, the club owner and the reason Rod was risking life and limb in the shadows was standing at the railing of the VIP section. It was positioned between the main bar and the hall leading to the employee area. Molly’s eyes were sharp and focused as she scanned her club. Surveying everything as if she were the Queen and the patrons her loyal subjects. It wouldn't be a complete stretch. It unnerved him how similar she was to Maura. Not in looks. Molly’s fiery gaze and pale complexion were the complete opposite of the ambiguous ethnicity and soulless depths of Maura.
It was all in the attitude. The way she commanded the attention of those around her. How the sea of people instinctively parted as she walked through. Not a single person daring to touch her. As if her touch could mean death, and that was entirely possible. The humans in the club may be none the wiser, but rumors of Molly's power spread like wildfire amongst the vampire community.
Rod himself had firsthand knowledge of that power, and frankly, he had no intention of getting a second glimpse at it either. Had it been directed at him instead of Maura he'd surely already be dead, or whatever it was that vampires did. He slunk further into the shadows as he noticed the other two traitors enter the bar. While the blond one and the creepy one frequented the place because of their mates, it was the gladiator's presence that intrigued him the most. He pretended to be some stuck-up businessman, but Rod had seen him fight. Seen what happened when his switch was flipped. Thank god this was solely a reconnaissance mission.
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