Molly's pov
'Rafe leave me alone.' I shout at him
'Molly watch your fucking mouth.'
After our diner, we stayed in the hotel for a day. We went out that night to a club and we got separated.
Club night- a day after the diner
Molly's pov
'Rafe.' I call out hoping he would hear me over the load music.
I walk around this huge night club looking for him, not knowing where he could be.
Rafes pov
Where is she. I told her not to leave my side. I'm scared for her. No one will touch me here, but she's alone, I need to find her.
She insisted on going to this club as she never came before. I treated her of course but since I'm here, all I see are past, future and present Mafia Leaders.
'Molly'. I call out.
Molly's pov
I find a familiar face.
'Tommy.' I exclaim.
Tommy, the mafia leader is here, in this club. That's so weird.
He comes over and hugs me. 'Your ok?' He says it in a tone which he doesn't believe and that something could have been wrong.
'Of course I am why.' I ask my tone now changes from excitement to confusion.
He looks around. 'Rafe here?' He dodges my question.
'Yes I can't find him though.' I say honestly
'See Molly. It's—' he stops as someone pushes into him making him closer to me.
'What.' I say
He looks at me innocently and says. 'It's Rafe Molly. He's not all good, especially his past.'
I don't remember Rafe from the past as he was always out working or with his girlfriend or playing golf, Iv never payed much attention to him before but all I know now is he treats me good.
'What do you mean Tom'. I'm still asking confused.
'Molly follow me and I'll explain.' He grabs my arm and brings me to a private room.
'I knew Rafe Molly. He had a girlfriend. He didn't treat her good. I'm just curious, is he nice to you.' He surprisingly says.
What.
'How'. I ask
'What' he says
'How wasn't he treating her good.' I say with courage.
Tommy looked at me disappointed. 'Cheating, abuse both physical and emotional'.
I felt a tear in my eye.
'You were curious how he treats me? Yes well he treats me good.'
'He was on drugs back then, hard ones so—'
I cut him off. 'Ok thanks, I'm going.' I go in to give him a hug and I go quickly as quickly as I can.
After trying to find the door I finally see it but also seeing Rafe. I feel sick. How could he do that to someone.
I just leave. I don't say anything to him. I can't. Boy right now anyway.
I leave and get a taxi and get it back to the hotel.
I'm here for hours alone thinking of possible outcomes for this story. He was on drugs, that was right. Tommy's lying, I'm not sure. Rafe was actually doing those things, I'm not sure.
It's driving me crazy. I need to ask him. Do I though?
I go to sleep but here Rafe slamming the door open.
'Molly thank god your ok.' He says to me
I don't say anything. I couldn't get words out.
'Molly.' He says 'I was worried sick and your not even saying anything.'
'Leave me alone Rafe.' I shout at him.
'Watch your fucking mouth Molly.' He starts to raise his voice, as do I.
I look at him. He was drunk.
I slap him.
He glared at me. And I run to the bathroom, scared.
It was quiet for awhile until I heard loud knocks on the door.
'Molly.' He says softly.
I don't answer
'I didn't mean to raise my voice I'm sorry, now explain to me why your so pissed off.' He says again
Normally I would feel bad but I don't, he can stand there until I'm ready.
An hour went passed. I came out.
He looks at me with the side of his face red from my slap. That stung anyway.
I look at him. 'I was talking to Tommy—' he cut me off
'You were with fucking Tommy.' He raises his voice again.
'Tommy, fucking Tommy. So i bring you to a fucking expensive club but you disappear with Tommy.'
I didn't say anything, I was taken back by his response to me.
'So your not saying anything, ok, fine I get it. Tommy fucked you so hard, you lost your voice.' He gets up out of the bed and comes closer to me.
'Did you scream his fucking name.' He pauses as he comes closer to me again, me looking up at him towering over me.
'Say his name Molly. Say it.'
I look at him scared. He notices but doesn't care.
'Tommy.' I whisper
He grabs my hair from behind gently tugging on it. 'Moan it'.
I don't and he pulls my hair harder and turns me around and pushes me on the bed. My legs hanging off the side of the bed with my hair still in his grip.
He was on top of me now.
