Page 212 of Daddy's Trust
“Addie has trouble talking when she’s anxious and stressed, Dante,” Bonnie told him. “Maybe I can stay with you.”
“That’s acceptable,” Dante said. “The rest of you leave.”
He still wasn’t leaving her with Dante.
Addie tugged on his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she whispered.
It wasn’t.
But fuck, he didn’t have much choice.
Bonnie winked at him. At least she’d be with Addie and he knew she wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Not that he truly thought Dante would harm her. As he’d said, he didn’t hurt innocent women.
And he did need to speak with Ralen.
Ralen headed toward Bonnie’s office with Cash stalking after him. Titus disappeared.
“What the fuck was that about?” he snapped at Ralen as they soon as they were alone. “Why did you volunteer to go back to Mexico? You hate it in Mexico.”
“And what did you expect me to do? Let you volunteer? Are you going to go back to Mexico? You hate it even more than I do. Your family is here. Did you really want to return there?”
“No, I don’t fucking want to return,” Cash said. “But I don’t want you to go either. We do everything together, remember?”
“Well, maybe it’s time we did things apart,” Ralen said. “Anyway, it solves another problem since I can take Monroe with me.”
Cash gaped at him. Shit. That would solve that problem.
“Nobody will get to her in Dante’s compound and it will give Ink time to figure out if anyone is actually coming after her. Look, it’s better for me to go. I have my aunt there to help look after Monroe. And Dante needs to do this to make a point. If he doesn’t, he could lose face. After a while, he’ll ease up. He’s really not that bad.”
Cash wasn’t so sure about that.
“I’m going to call Ink, talk to Monroe, and then we’ll leave with Dante. Not gonna get time to go home so keep all my shit safe. I’ll be fucking mad if I get back and you’ve sold it all.”
“As if. I’d just dump it. You haven’t got anything worth selling.”
“Asshole,” Ralen muttered.
“Dick,” Cash said. “Fuck, I’m going to miss you.”
“Me too, brother. Me too.”
Addie staredat Dante with trepidation.
Bonnie walked over to her and slid her hand around Addie’s arm, leading her to the sofa.
“Don’t worry, he’s all bark and no bite,” Bonnie whispered to her.
Right. Uh-huh. Sure.
Was Bonnie delusional? This man definitely had bite.
She was grateful to sit, though, her legs unable to keep her up much longer.
Dante took a seat across from them, studying Addie. “You know who I am, Addie?”
She nodded.
His gaze flicked to Bonnie and away again.
