Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
“Addie! Addie, it’s me!”
She didn’t think about how this guy knew her name, or the fact that he was touching her so gently, she was just too scared, too full of adrenaline.
The need to flee was riding her hard.
The guy pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and holding her still. She couldn’t move!
“Addie, take a deep breath, baby. It’s me. It’s Cash.”
Wait, what?
How could it possibly be Cash? Cash wasn’t here. He was in Montana. Was she having hallucinations?
“Ralen?” Monroe asked. “Cash? What are you guys doing here?”
Addie breathed in his scent and let the feel of his arms around her chase away the fear. Well, some of it. Her heart was still pounding, and she was still trembling.
But now she was able to think, and she leaned back, glancing up into Cash’s face.
“Cash? You’re here?”
“I am. Are you all right? You’re shaking. What’s going on? Why were you running?”
“Why are you here?” she asked, repeating Monroe’s words. She ignored all of his questions. She needed to know what he was doing here.
“I came for you, baby. I’m here to get you.”
50
Cash couldn’t believe it. He had Addie back in his arms.
Where she belonged.
Only, why had the two of them been racing along the street like the devil was after them? Why had she fought him? She hadn’t even realized it was him for a start.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded. “What’s going on? Why were the two of you running down the street like that?”
“Oh, my God, the man in the house,” Monroe cried. “We forgot about the man in the house.”
“There’s a man in your house?” Ralen asked, a strange look coming over his face.
“It’s Limpy,” Addie cried, her voice cracking.
Anger filled him.
Limpy, Vextar’s accomplice, was in their house? He was going to fucking kill that bastard.
Cash glanced over at Ralen, “Keep the girls safe.” And then he took off, ignoring the yells behind him. Nobody touched his girl and got away with it.
What the fuck did this bastard think he was doing?
Running into the house, he spotted a guy attempting to get to his feet in the hallway. He was ashen and rumpled.
Limpy spotted Cash and his eyes widened. He attempted to step back, then he turned and started to run.
But Cash had always been fast. He tackled him easily, slamming him to the floor, then spinning him over.
“Who the fuck are you?” Cash roared. Standing, he grabbed the other guy and then slammed him into the wall. “Well? Who are you? And what do you think you’re doing in my girl’s house?”
“I didn’t do nothing to her,” the guy whined. “I didn’t do nothing. I was just lost. I was just looking for someone. They attacked me! They kicked me in the balls!”
“Looking for someone? Do you always attack people you’re looking for?” Monroe stormed into the house followed by Ralen and Addie.
Had he not told Ralen to keep the girls safe? That meant keeping them away from this asshole. Not that he was going near either of them ever again.
“You attacked us, you broke into our place, and pushed me up against the wall. Then you shoved Addie to the ground, and you had a knife. Where’s the knife?” Monroe demanded.
He had a fucking knife, and he’d pulled it on Addie? He’d shoved her? Put his hands on her?
Rage filled Cash, blocking out everything else.
Dead. This asshole was dead.
He wrapped his hands around the other man’s throat and slowly increased the pressure.
The guy scratched at his hands while the others all yelled.
“Cash! Man, you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to kill him,” Ralen said.
Cash ignored him. He very much did want to kill this asshole. No one touched his Addie.
Not without feeling his wrath.
And then a cool, small hand touched his. Immediately, his body started to relax, and some of the anger faded. Cash had always been a bit of a hothead. But never around Addie.
“Cash, let him go,” Addie said in a husky voice. “I don’t want you to kill him. Then you’ll be in trouble. I don’t want you to have his death on your hands. Plus, he needs to give us some answers.”
She was making sense, even though he knew that he could easily get rid of the body without any ramifications to him. But still, the last thing he ever wanted was for her to be scared of him, which she might be if she saw him kill somebody.
She didn’t know the full extent of his dark past. She didn’t know who Dante was, or the things he’d had to do over the years.
The things he’d just done recently for Ortega would probably make her turn away from him. That’s why she’d never know. Cash would take those secrets to the grave if it meant that he got to keep her.