A New Bombshell: Molly's Story
summary : Molly (oc) is new in town and she lands a job as a bounty hunter due to her security and PI exprience. When a tall, dark and handsome man comes to help her out, sparks start to fly, in more ways than one. (story in Molly's POV)
PROLOUGE : Introducing Molly
Forrest Gump was right when he said, "Life is like a box of chocolates". For me it is very very true. For starters, I don't really like chocolate; secondly, my life is full of surprises, good and bad (bad out-weighing the good); and finally, you feel like shit when the box is empty.
My box of chocolates was empty 2 years ago. My husband was killed in a work related shooting and I was left with $10,000 and nothing left to live for. I had been in a depression for well over a year. I'm 29 years old, I'm only half way into my life. I cannot let the second half slip away. After 20 months of doing nothing with my life but working like a drone for the same company that my husband and I had worked for for 5 years, I decided I needed out. I needed to move on. I'm a minimum waged security officer, who occasionally does research for the private investagation branch of the company. There are bigger and better things for me to do in the world. There are too many things here reminding me Jimmy. I have got to get out of here. Go somewhere where no one knows me, where I won't run into old friends and family around every fucking corner. Athens, Georgia may have over 100,000 people, but I swear every corner I ran into to someone. I was at work, making my patrol through the campus of UGA when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I needed to get on with my life before it was too late. I called my boss and told him I need some time off to sort some things out. He was very kind and told me to take all the time I needed. He sent out some one to finish my shift and I went to the apartment, told my landlord I was leaving. I asked her to hold my mail until I got an address to send it to. Chelle was more than my landlord she was my best friend. She said she would and that she would miss me. I packed my clothes and a few personal belongings and left. I only had 3 boxes and 2 large suitcases. They went into the back of my Chevy Blazer, I got in the drivers seat, pumped some tunes and headed north. I didn't know where I was going, I was just going.
My truck finally broke down, unfortunately it had to break down in New Jersey of all places. Right in the middle of the Trenton Freeway. Can my life suck more? I had my hood up on the truck bent over it trying to get some attention in my short shorts, but no one stopped. How rude! Oh wait, I forgot, I have no legs, I am only 5'3" and I'm not built like a toothpick. If i was going to attract attention I would have to have my tits hangin' out. After about 45 minutes the cops come to my rescue.
"You need some help miss?" the handsome uniformed officer asked. He was about 5'10", blonde hair and hazel eyes. His name badge said 'Costanza'.
"Yes, sir. Seems my truck has broken down and I don't have a way of gettin' ahold of anyone to help me. I was just passin' through." his eyes widened when I started to speak. It had to be the accent. I needed to remember I am in the north now, people are going to respond oddly to my accent.
"Can I see your driver's liscense miss?" He asked still seeming a little stunned. I handed him my ID wallet. It contained my driver's liscense as well as, my security officer liscense, private investagator intern liscense, State of Georgia concealed weapons liscense and my security ID for UGA.
"You are a long way from home Miss Baker, I will see if I can get someone to help you out."
"Thank you Officer Costanza, thank you very much."
15 minutes later, my truck was being towed away and I was sitting in the patrol car with Officer Costanza. "You don't have a place to go do you?"
I gave him a sad smile, "No, I don't, but if there is a hotel near by, you can take me there." He nodded. I remembered my reason for leaving Georgia in the first place.
"Wait!" He slammed on the brakes suddenly. "Are there any apartments or houses for rent in the area? Do you know?"
"Why don't you come down to the station and we will get you the want ads." he was so sweet. I smiled, "The name is Carl, by the way."
"Molly." I said, offering my hand.
"I know." He grinned.
After about 2 hours, I had found me a place to live. It would use up a good chunk of my money, but I am sure I could find a job. Carl didn't get off duty until after 5pm, he dropped me off and I waited for the landlord.
It was connected to four other houses. Mine was on the end of the row. It was a small two story house with no front yard, but a small brick front porch and flower bed.
Mr. Stovik was a older man in his 60's and very nice unlike the other potetnial landlords I spoke to on the phone. Carl came back to check on me when he got off of work and helped me unpack. I thanked him for his hospitality when he left. He was a nice guy. Its good to have cops for friends, I found that out working in security.
I decided I would relax for the rest of the night and begin my job search first thing in the morning. I was lucky the house came with a few pieces of furniture. I grabbed my pillows and a blanket, turned on my radio and fell asleep on the couch.
CHAPTER 1 : A Sign
I was rudely awakened by someone banging on my front door. I slowly got up and went to the door. I opened it and the sun was so bright I could hardly see who was at my door, but it was a female. "I'm looking for Daniel Stovik." she asked.
My brain was still cloudy from sleep. "Sorry, no Daniel Stovik here. I just moved in here last night." She seemed a little disapointed.
"I have this as his last known address, he is 64 years old, about 5'6." she explained to me, then I realized. She was looking for my landlord.
"He is my landlord. I'd be more than happy to give him a message."
"My name is Stephanie Plum, here is my card." she handed me the card and I read it.
Stephanie Plum
Bond Enforcement Agent
609) 555-8734
Vincent Plum Bail Bonds
(609) 555-2245
6256 Hamilton Ave.
Trenton, NJ
"Oh I will give you a call, Mrs. Plum." I smiled, she cringed a little.
"Please call me Stephanie, and it is Miss, I'm not married." I heard her say 'yet' under her breath and she smiled slighty.
"Oh, pardon me. I just thought because you and Vincent have the same..." She suddenly cut me off
"God no, he is my cousin. Eew thats gross" She shivered.
"Oh My, I am so sorry." I felt really bad. I insulted the woman. She didn't seem to be much older than me. She seemed to have the same curly unruly hair as me. Her eyes were a startling crystal blue.
"Its ok..." she motioned to me. Oh she wanted my name.
"Molly, Molly Baker." I shook her hand.
"Great, Molly. I am going to be leaving town in a few days. One of my associates may get back to you." She turned to a group of 3 muscle guys leaning against a black SUV behind her. They nodded toward me. One in particular lowered his sunglasses and smiled. That made me nerveous.
"Thanks again, Molly"
"Not a problem Stephanie."
I went to the bathroom and realized I needed to go shopping. I had no toilet paper, few clean clothes, and none of the basics. First stop, breakfast, then job hunting.
I walked a few blocks to Hamilton Avenue. I saw the Bail Bonds office Stephanie worked for and they had a 'Help Wanted' sign in the window. I made a mental note to stop back by there after I found some food.
There was a coffee shop a couple blocks from the Bail Bonds office where I got a Diet Coke and a giant cinnamon roll. I finished breakfast and headed back to the Bonds office.
I went inside and saw a top heavy woman with black hair that was teased so high she could give some of them redneck Georgia girls a run for their money. She was painting her nails bright red. The smell of the nail poilsh filled the office.
"Excuse me, I'd like to inquire about the help wanted sign in the window." I said as I approached her desk.
She looked up and smiled, she reached into her desk and pulled out a clipboard with an appilcation attached. "Fill this out." she handed it to me.
"Thank you." I smiled at her. She looked at me like I had watermelons sprouting out my ears.
I filled out the application, which was more of an information sheet. It didn't ask me for a social security number or references. Interesting, I thought.
I handed it back to her. I watched as she read it over. She seemed interested. She kept looking up at me as she read it. She got up and knocked on a door, "Hey you worthless piece of dog shit , open up!" I was kinda in shock.
The door opened up and a slender serpent looking guy stepped out. "What?!" he shouted.
"Miss Baker here just put in a application, I thought you might want to read over it."
The serpent looked over it, I was beginning to figure out he must be Vincent. I could see why Stephanie cringed this morning. He looked up at me, then back to my information.
"Miss Baker, Molly, have you any exprience in apprehending fugitives or arresting anyone?" He asked.
"No sir, but I am willing to learn." I smiled and showed my entusiahism. He wanted me to be a Bond Enforcement Agent, like Stephanie.
"Your hired!" he turned and went back into his office.
The black haired lady came back to her desk and motioned me over. I pulled up a folding chair next to the desk.
"My name's Connie, I'm the office manager. That, as you may have guessed is Vinnie, he is lower than snail slime." I nodded.
"Its weird," I said, "I'm new in town and I get a job at the first place I try, and a kick ass one at that, it's like fate though. I met Stephanie this mornin', I walk by the office see the sign in the window, I apply, thinkin' its a desk job you need someone for and I get hired as a Bond Enforement Agent. Who would've thought."
"You met Steph this morning?" Connie asked.
"Sure did. She came by looking for my landlord, Mr. Stovik."
"Stovik is your landlord?" She asked seemly shocked.
"Yeah, he is a nice old man. He had put an ad in the paper renting his house. I called and he was the only person who was nice to me. He gave me a good deal, $600 a month no deposit. I moved in right away."
"Daniel Stovik is wanted for attempted murder! He tried to kill a hooker when she couldn't make his dick hard." Connie said wide-eyed, I almost choked on my Diet Coke.
"What?! You can't be serious?" I was wiping the soda off of my shirt. I shouldn't have worn a light colored shirt. "Should I find another place to live?" I was scared, "If he is a murderer, I don't want to be invovled with someone like that. You think he rented the place to leave?"
"It's a possiblity, I would suggest finding another place."
I couldn't believe it, my landlord, the second person in New Jersey to be nice to me, was wanted by the cops, for trying to kill a hooker. That's my life for you.
Connie and I talked some more. I told her about what broght me to Trenton. She loved it. She also told me that Carl was a good friend of Stephanie. Small world.
"We don't have any outstanding skips at the moment, would you like me to call someone in to go over the basics with you?" Connie asked.
"Sure that would be great." I smiled.