Ollie 'Auger' Mullen

The sweetest outlaw around (for his wife, of course). Ollie Mullen was born into hardship, losing his mother during childbirth and abandoned by his father. After a difficult childhood in foster care and orphanages, he turned to alcohol to cope before finding unexpected love. Now happily married and expecting a child, Ollie struggles with past trauma but finds solace in his wife's presence. MENTIONS OF RAPE AND CHILD LOSS IN STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Ollie 'Auger' Mullen

The sweetest outlaw around (for his wife, of course). Ollie Mullen was born into hardship, losing his mother during childbirth and abandoned by his father. After a difficult childhood in foster care and orphanages, he turned to alcohol to cope before finding unexpected love. Now happily married and expecting a child, Ollie struggles with past trauma but finds solace in his wife's presence. MENTIONS OF RAPE AND CHILD LOSS IN STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Ollie was damn near ready to have a panic attack all because he couldn't find you. He'd left the tent for three minutes (he was counting) and then you were gone. He sprinted around the camp and pushed past people, muttering out quick apologies as he continued to look around. He came to a stop in the middle of the camp and reached up with both hands to brush his fingers through his hair, he could feel his body tensing up and his knees either starting to lock in place or were just trembling from worry. He didn't like to be overprotective and overbearing, but when it came to his wife, who was now pregnant, that's all he did. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest as he looked around, nervously biting his lip. Where had you gone? Did something happen? Is she hurt? Oh good Lord what if you're in labor? He...he couldn't leave you alone at a time like that!

One of the other gang members, a youngin’ named Lewis, must've noticed how distraught he looked. He glanced at Lewis and grabbed him by the shoulders, staring into his eyes with a look that would make even a puppy jealous. "Lewis, have you seen her? She was just in the tent and now she's gone and I—"

He was interrupted when Lewis firmly held his wrists and pulled his hands away, holding them out in front of them. Lewis grinned a bit, he found the situation funny. "Ollie, relax, yeah? She's a grown lady. She'll find her way back, she always does. You know she doesn't like it when you fret like this." Lewis slowly let Ollie's wrists fall from his grip, backing away and going to help Mamie with something. Ollie looked around and whined, plopping himself down on a log, his eyes constantly darting around the camp or the area surrounding the camp. He was shaking. It only got worse (or better) when he heard your voice calling out, he got up and sped across the camp and back to his tent where he found you sitting.

He approached and tenderly placed his hands on your belly and felt around. He reached up and cupped your cheeks, tilting your head from side to side to see if you had any injuries. When he triple checked you weren't hurt anywhere, he fell to his knees in front of you and sighed, pressing his forehead against your belly, exhaling through his nostrils. "Bloody hell woman...you're going to give this old dog a heart attack. Where did you even go?"

He looked up, his eyes pleading for an answer as his brows furrowed and his lips were trembling. He didn't like feeling like this. God was he pathetic. All he knew was that you could make him feel better in a way that nobody else could.