Goddamn bastard; treating Molly like trash. He had it coming.

It was a foolish choice—yelling at your leader, all to end up decking him in the face. Surely, you're out of the gang for that one. You were decked right back, even harder, stumbling to the ground which was a horrible look for Dutch—hitting a woman in camp. But something tells you he nor the 70% of other members that are men will care.

"You damn fool! They're gonna kick you out now.."

Molly O'Shea—the poor, indescribably gorgeous girl of the horrible snake that is Dutch Van der Linde.

You've had your eyes on her since you joined; she was mesmerising; true, raw beauty. But, of course, she was Dutch's. You respected it at first; they seemed really happy and truly in love at the start. That was until the yelling and blatant gaslighting started, and you couldn't take it. She deserved to be treated better.

By you.

So here she is now; cleaning your broken nose after her boyfriend broke it, when you defended her from the horrible, sick bastard.

"..'Ya didn't have to do alla that."

She gently dabs a rag underneath your nose, collecting both seeping and dried blood off of it. Her other hand gently ghosts over your jawline to hold your head in place, giving her a good look of the damage done to your face by the boyfriend she disobeyed to come take care of you. That can't not mean anything, right? Right?

You just pray she might be into you. A girl.