Page 224 of Daddy's Trust
Cash shrugged. “When you know, you know.”
“I guess that’s true. Well, introduce me to your girl. She’s really going to live here with you and Ralen?”
“Ahh, that’s something else I’ve got to tell you. Ralen is back in Mexico. I’ll explain later. But you should also know that Addie can get anxious easily and find it hard to talk.”
Aidan nodded. “I’ve been told that.”
“Oh, and also, she’s just wearing my T-shirt.” He didn’t like that other people would see her in just his shirt, but he guessed his brother was safe.
However, as they walked into the house, he realized that he had more to worry about than Aidan seeing his girl’s legs.
“Where is she?” he said as he searched through the townhouse.
“Could she have gone somewhere?” Aidan asked.
“She’s got no clothes and she doesn’t really know anyone. Besides, we’d have seen her leave. Someone must have crept through from the alley down the back of the garden. Fuck. Fuck!”
“Who would take her?” Aidan asked.
“The Team. The Team might take her to get to her sister. What the fuck am I going to do?”
Addie woke up with a groan.
Why did her head hurt so much?
Blinking, she glanced around. Where was she? What was going on? She didn’t recognize this room. Where was she?
Out of the shadows, someone stepped toward her. Was that Cash?
But no . . . her heart raced. That wasn’t Cash.
Who was it?
It suddenly came back to her. Someone had been talking to Cash out front and she’d heard a noise. When she’d gone to investigate . . . someone had hit her.
This man.
Who was he, though? His face was covered in a balaclava. No one wore a balaclava unless it was freezing or they were about to do something very, very bad.
Oh, hell.
“We haveto find a way to contact The Team,” Cash said. “They took her. They must have.”
He paced up and down his living room floor, unsure of what to do. Why the hell had he left her? He should have stuck by her like glue. And why didn’t he have cameras that went further than the front and backyard?
Brody was sitting at the kitchen table and going over the footage right now. Footage that showed a man dressed in black carrying Addie over his shoulder down to the back alley.
In broad-fucking-daylight while he stood in the front yard talking to Aidan.
He was never going to forgive himself for that.
“Is there anyone else that would take her?” Ink asked. “Anyone that you’ve fucked off?”
“No. No one I can think of.” It had to be The Team. “Fuck, I’m going to call Dante and Ortega. Maybe they’ll have a contact I can use.”
“I can try and find some cameras that capture the alley, but I don’t like my chances in a residential area like this,” Brody said. “We don’t know what vehicle he was driving, who he is. Where he was going.”
Cash let out a loud yell, and turning, smashed his fist right through into the wall. He ignored the pain, the blood dripping down his fingers as he pulled it back out. It’s what he deserved for not taking proper care of her. For thinking that the risk was only really to Monroe and not to Addie.
