Chapter 20 I Found Molly
Giovanni’s POV
Molly handled Wesley well, and just as I was filled with admiration for her, she ruined everything.
It was difficult for her to face the reality of life from the castle her late parents had put her in. Not all that glitters is gold, and you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Molly thinks everyone is like her, which is quite the stark contrast.
The world is different, and people are no longer the same.
After firing Marie and making her an offer, I saw how it gladdened Molly, but she had no idea what I planned.
I wasn’t as naïve or nonchalant as Marie thought. Her body language when she spoke to me spoke volumes, but I judged her by the fact that she was good at her job and did not dare to mention whatever feelings she had for me.
However, her cup was full the moment she tried to eavesdrop on my conversation with Molly. People like that could become a potential hazard in the future, so my first intention was to let her go before something important came to mind.
Dealing with someone like Wesley wasn’t going to be easy because he was smart enough not to have the things he stole under his name. If he dies now, Molly would be the loser.
Since she signed the divorce document, I had to begin my part in helping her get back everything the bastard took from her.
Marie was my tool. Someone like her was desperate for anything, so I planned to use her to bring down the bastard called Wesley. After collecting everything that belongs to Molly, he and his entire family could be declared missing.
“Gianni, what job do you have for Marie?” Molly asked. I pretended not to hear her, and she didn’t ask again.
I guess she was beginning to understand that my silence meant no.
My phone rang, and I smiled when I saw the caller ID but did not answer it, instead texting, ‘How did it go?’
‘I have him in my van. Should I go ahead?’ Came the reply, I stared at Molly, who was engrossed in reading a magazine. ‘Wait up. I'm coming down.’
"Molly, feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge or place an order. I'll be right back," I informed her as I headed out. Molly nodded without looking up as I headed out.
Hank, leaning against his van with a cigar in hand, caught my attention. "Have you missed the 'no smoking' signs?" I scolded him, to which he just smiled in response.
"You always seem to find trouble, and this time it's me," Hank joked as we embraced. His job often kept him away, but I was grateful he was available when I needed him for this task.
"Why involve me when you could have handled it yourself?" Hank inquired, to which I confessed,
"I found Molly."
Although Hank had never met Molly, he was one of the individuals I had enlisted to help locate her.
Unlike me, Hank preferred to dress in black and wore gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints.
"So, what's the plan with Molly?" he asked, curious about my intentions. I assured him that I had everything under control and that my goal was to help her regain her former stardom.
"Relax, Hank. I just want to assist her," I reassured him.
Despite my words, Hank remained skeptical due to the urgency of the search and his knowledge of my personal connection to Molly. “Are you sure?”
“You know better than to ask."
"How is the little soldier?" He puffed on his cigar and offered me one, but I declined due to Molly's aversion to the smell of tobacco. I never forgot those little details about her.
"He's making it tough on Molly, so I'm considering sending him to you one of these days," I admitted.
This way, Molly could have a day off for herself while Roger spent a day with Hank.
"That will only make him worse, but you know my doors are always open on Sundays," Hank replied.
Hank always trained Roger in combat, believing he was never too young to learn, and Roger enjoyed being with him.
"Let me see him," I redirected the conversation to Charlie.
He opened the van, and we both entered. Charlie lay on his side on the floor, his hands and feet tied together, and his mouth sealed with duct tape.
"Mr. Dawson?" His voice and eyes revealed his shock.
I didn't deny it as I delivered a kick to his groin. "You got that right. What makes you think you could get away with what you did to Molly?"
"What exactly did he do?" Hank inquired, and I recounted the details. “He attempted to assault her in my office."
Hank forcefully pushed the burning cigar from his mouth into Charlie's eyes, causing him to scream in agony. "Please, I promise it won't happen again," Charlie pleaded, but I noticed Hank's sinister laughter.
"It won't happen again because you won't live to see another day." With a devilish grin, Hank stabbed Charlie in the chest and then removed his gloves.
"It's done. His body will never be found."
We shook hands once more. "Thanks, man. Let's meet up again sometime."
I had Molly relax in my office until it was time to pick up Roger from school after I returned from meeting Hank.
Molly insisted on doing it herself, but I felt she still needed some help. When we arrived at Roger's school, I could see the distress in Molly's eyes as she interacted with the boy.
"Molly, let me handle this for now," I suggested, but she was upset. Where did I go wrong?