Chapter 6-Answers

"The lift. No. What did they call it over here in the states? Oh right elevator. Damn it Molly you're about to be kidnapped or worse, and you're thinking about this," she scolded herself.

The floors kept going down level by level. To her dismay it didn't stop for any floor so far. She hoped, by some miracle, it would break drawling attention there. That was just wishful thinking, until they finally reached the parking level. This was going to be it. Molly fought hard but their grip was too tight. She couldn't move or even flex. The doors opened leaving her almost out of options.

For a second something red caught her eye on the wall enclosed in glass. A fire extinguisher. She could definitely use that. Spinning out of his grasp she freed herself heading for the fire extinguisher. Quickly she grabbed it setting the alarm off. Both men ran towards her in fury, but she pulled the pin spraying them both in the eyes. Before they could clear their vision, she pulled back hitting them both across the head knocking them out. Run. Get help. Her instincts were kicking into overdrive. Ever since she got a second chance, her desire to live was powerful. Her father taught her that someone choose to check the organ donor box. A simple yet powerful action that would result in saving her. The way to show thanks for that, was to live her life. Before she knew it she was running through the underground parking lot, desperately searching for help.

"Split up. We'll get into trouble if we can't find her," one of the men ordered.

Not thinking, she picked open the back door of a tinted SUV. Something she learned from a criminal, when she practically lived in the hospital. She would just hide there, until it was safe to go get help. Molly laid her body down low against the seat. She only meant to close her eyes for a few seconds, but she was exhausted and sleep had kicked in hard and fast.

Sebastian Moran was glad he held back his instinct and didn't kill her. This young woman had broken into his car, doing a damn good job. She was lucky his car had no alarm system. It was a loud annoyance that would give him away, when he was doing a job. Being a boss he still liked to keep his skills practiced. Besides the only alarm system he needed was that people knew it belonged to him. A light snore came from her, and he had to hold back his laughter. She didn't break into his car to kill him or to fuck him, something women thought would get them a fucking new purse or a pass to luxury, but to sleep. From his rearview mirror Sebastian could see two men approaching.

"Shit! Shit! I thought you had a tighter grip on her," one of them shouted at the other.

"Don't you fucking put this on me," the other one snapped back.

So that's it. The girls hiding from these two idiots. A prostitute or sex slave? No. If she is she hasn't been trained or broken in yet. Perhaps a witness? Moran was trying to figure out what to do. If they just wanted her he could just take her. Finder's keepers' rules and shit. If she actually witness something and was going to tell, it was an unspoken rule to kill her. Tapping his fingers on the wheels he thought about what to do.

The two men were passing by his vehicle. Quietly he got out, putting the silencer on, walking up from behind to the two men. Of course he had to see their look when they died. He gave a light whistle getting their attention. As soon as they both turned he shot one right on the forehead. The other one was not so lucky. He saw it coming and decided to run. Moran shot one of his knee caps sending him tumbling to the ground hard. He turned around to give his last plead, but Moran shot him right through the eye.

"Finders keepers. Losers weepers," Moran grinned, before texting for his men to clean up the mess. He would have done it himself, but he rather not have the girl in his car wake up to the smell of dead bodies.

It was comfortable, soft, and felt like sleeping on a cloud. Molly had no idea where she was, and didn't feel like waking up to see. She could hear the door open, closing her eyes tighter. When the bed dipped a little her body flung up and her eyes snapped open in alert.

Slowly he put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry didn't mean to spook you," he spoke with a smile.

"Who are you?" Molly asked still in defensive mode.

"I'm the owner of the SUV you broke into, then proceeded to sleep in," he answered.

"Sorry. I'm not a criminal I was just trying-

To get away," he finished watching her intently noticing her body was still tense. "It looked like you were in trouble I just took you away," he added.

Molly sighed relaxing her body. "Thank you."

"My name is Sebastian by the way, but few call me Seb," he introduced himself.

"My name is Molly," she replied.

He looked her over, she was young but not too young about early twenties. To him she was like a deer, a little skittish with a strong instinct for survival. Moran was a hunter of sorts, but there was some creatures he didn't want to put down yet, especially not the girl on his bed.

"So Molly you're really far from home. England correct," he stated more than asked.

"Yes, but how did you- right the accent never mind," she laughed.

Molly looked up to see the look in Sebastian eyes. It was intense and wanting for a second, before his face went to normal. Maybe she was reading too much into it. She had gotten really good at reading people. Being in and out of the hospital, then living there for a while, people's mask would slowly come off letting her read them. Well mostly their emotion, not only the patients but their family and friends, plus the doctors and staff. Reading emotions and being empathetic was something she was good at. Now reading minds or people's action was not her specialty.

"Well it looks like we're neighbors. I'm from Wales. You stay here, until I can get you home," he ordered.

"I should probably get a hold of the embassy," Molly suggested.

"No!"

Molly flinched at the sudden rise in his voice crawling back on the bed. "Sorry it just the men that were after you could be dangerous. I'll take care of everything. Now I got to leave for a little bit. Use the phone only to call for room service or to get a change of clothes. I can trust you right? I'm giving you my trust for now, don't betray that," he demanded with an unnerving grin.

"Got it," Molly nodded a little shaken up. Did this man know how dangerous these men were? Maybe that's why he seemed to be on alert. Molly noticed Sebastian wasn't scared though, more like anxious and excited. Sebastian gave her a kiss on each cheek and her forehead startling Molly for a second, until she heard a door shut and lock.

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Once the elevator doors opened Sherlock ran through heading to his car. He had no idea why he was trying to get her back, or what he would even do, if he did get her back. No, if she was going to suffer, he wanted to see that. Sherlock wanted to be the reason for it. He wanted her and her father's life to crumble just as his life had.

"I was getting an amazing blowjob by two skilled ladies, and I had to stop to clean this mess," a man with a smokers voice complained halting Sherlock in his footsteps. Sherlock stopped and moved behind a pillar.

"You better make sure Moran doesn't find out you said that. He wouldn't be fond of finding out you wanted to ditch a job for hookers. You know how he feels about them," the other one warned.

The man tossed one of the bodies into the trunk. Sherlock recognized it as one of the men that was taking Molly. Both of them were dead he noted looking at the other body on the floor. If they were there, where was the girl? His eyes scanned quickly around to find her body, but there was nothing.

"Wonder were the chick they had with them went?" The man with a raspy voice pondered.

The other one looked at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?" He questioned.

"There's a rag with chloroform, plus there's marks on them from someone with small hands. Most likely a woman. Also Moran loves doing the messy clean up with his kills. My guess is he took the girl," he explained coughing, a little bit winded.

Sherlock body froze, this was just great, and out of all the people Sebastian Moran had her. Even though this man ran Wales and other parts of Europe's underground crime, and Sherlock had an understanding with him, Moran wild unpredictability put Sherlock on edge. He needed to find her as quickly as possible. Once they left Sherlock called in a few favors to get where Sebastian was staying. Making sure it was clear, Sherlock headed to the valet.

"Which car sir?" The valet asked knowing the procedure.

"Something plain," Sherlock answered. It was code for give him a car that didn't standout, one that couldn't be traced.

"On it, sir," he obliged.

The phone buzzed right before he got into the car. Sherlock tapped the screen looking at the message.

Caesars Palace

Octavius Tower Villas.

Out of all four kings Moran was the least subtle about his money, power, and kill count. Not that the others didn't have an impressive list as well, they just were more discreet leaving it to rumors and gossip.

When Sherlock arrived at the place, he parked in the self-parking lot. Valet wouldn't be willing to give him his car, if he was holding a girl against her will. He also didn't have time to establish, who could be paid off or silenced. Right when he was about to enter he saw Sebastian leaving. Thinking fast Sherlock hid behind a wall. If he knew Sherlock wanted the girl, he might do something drastic.

"Make sure no one disturbs the little bird in my room. They can only enter to give her food, and other necessaries," Moran ordered to a few of the workers before walking up to valet.

There was no way she was going to go with him willing. Sherlock had to think of a way to make her come without her putting up a fight. After a little thought he sent a text. He got a message back but it wasn't a confirmation.

Hooper flat mate, Detective Sally Donovan, is laying down the heat on her friend's unexpected vacation.

Sherlock groaned from dismay shutting his phone and heading up. It wasn't hard to gain access to the top floor, when you had money and a reputation with your name. Most just assumed he was there to do business with Moran.

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Molly was still staring at the place, she was dumbfounded. This place was a mansion not just a room in a fancy hotel. She couldn't help but being a kid, playing around with everything she could. Also being extremely careful not to break the stuff, she could never in her life afford.

Knock. Knock. Knock

"I didn't order any room service," Molly shouted heading to the door. They kept knocking though. "Sorry but I didn't order anything," she stated opening the door.

Looking up at his face she froze. "How?" She asked shaking.

He didn't answer just handed her his phone. "Look at it," he ordered.

Molly looked down gasping at what she saw. It was her father in pictures and videos at multiple places.

"I have one of my best hitman following your father. Just one word, and he will not stop until the job is complete. Just come with me and follow along with whatever I tell you," Sherlock explained.

A little shaken and terrified Molly nodded in agreement. Putting his hands in his pocket Sherlock gestured for her to follow. Molly followed, until she bumped into Sherlock's back. He was in a defensive yet battle mode. Molly peered over to see Sebastian watching her intensely. She noticed he didn't seem scared, but on almost an even playing field as Sherlock.

"Stealing is a very bad habit," Sebastian laughed, as if they were casual buddies.

Sherlock regarded his tone. "I can't steal what I brought here," he replied.

Moran eyes widen in curiosity. It became more interesting to him. "I thought you were never going to be in that kind of business, so I'm guessing she is a trainee," he sighed in disappointment.

This was bad Sherlock observed. Moran wasn't disappointed in Sherlock's change of choice, which he was not involved in, but the revelation that Molly would be taken from him. In that short while Moran became interested in her. Sherlock went into his mind palace. He would have to think of a way to get Sebastian Moran off his back and the police, when he brought her back home. Originally he brought her here to just hand her off, wanting her to be far away from him. Plans had changed though.

"Let her stay with me and we can work out a deal," Moran offered. It was a subtle way of saying how much money for the girl.

"My fiancée not for sale!" Sherlock shouted surprising everyone, even himself.

That's what he could think of. Shit it would work, but why did he choose that solution, making her his fiancée. Maybe it was what that kid said, "People are married for different reasons: love, money, status, stability, pressure, their own personal agenda, and so on." Keep her alive, close, and miserable all well under the disguise of being married. Plus she wouldn't say anything, since her father's life was in the balance.

"Yes I am. Sorry but I got cold feet. I was scared that he wasn't serious. I can see now he is serious," Molly explained much to Sherlock's surprise that she was following his order.

"Oops I didn't know those men were just fetching her for you," Moran shrugged unapologetic as if killing them was just like accidentally bumping into someone.

"No foul. I have to get going," Sherlock lied grabbing Molly's hand leading her away. He tried to ignore the stare Moran gave her, but he couldn't it unnerved him.

Once outside in the parking lot Molly yanked her hands away. Staring at him in anger and thought.

"When we get back. I'll pay you back or whatever, just please leave my father out of this. He's a good man, and a doctor, who saves lives," she pleaded.

"Don't make me laugh. Good? Saves people? He did save someone, you, at the cost of another life," Sherlock mocked her lowering his tone. Molly noticed the angrier Sherlock got, the lower his voice would go almost like a growl.

"What are you talking about?" Molly asked confused.

Sherlock approached her getting closer. "Listen once we get married, then go back to England, you will not keep in contact with your father or your detective buddy. Or I promise you, their blood will be on your hands," Sherlock threaten.

"Marriage? I thought you weren't serious about that. You claim to hate me, so why would you want that with me," Molly demanded still in the dark about what was going on.

At first Sherlock ignored her, but she got brave demanding some answers.

"Because I can't give you away or kill you, when you have my wife's heart is inside you!" Sherlock yelled.

Molly mind shut off and her body went numb. There was only so much she could take. Was this the reason for his strong hate for her? She could almost see the look of lost in his eyes. This man's wife had died, so Molly could live. What could she tell him? How sorry she was for his lose. Thank him for his wife being an organ donor. He was angry, perhaps he didn't know that's what she decided. It wasn't long before she passed out feeling herself being caught by Sherlock.

AN: So Molly finally got her answers. I was originally just going to have Sherlock just keep her locked up, but I liked the idea of marriage. Being married to someone you hate. Tell me what you think. Also thanks for reading.