Page 31 of Daddy's Trust
“It was fight them or let them take Crystal and Addie.”
Crystal? Who the heck was Crystal?
“Yeah, we couldn’t let them do that, could we? What the fuck are we going to do with these four?” Ralen said.
“Leave them here,” Cash suggested.
“Seems like the best idea,” Ralen said. “One good thing is I no longer feel like vomiting. How about you, Addie?”
She turned away from Cash’s chest and stared at Ralen. Huh. He was right. She no longer felt like vomiting.
Passing out? Crying? Screaming?
Yep. All of those.
Was she trembling like a leaf? Did her throat ache? Yep.
But it seemed her stomach had actually settled.
“I need a fucking drink,” Cash said.
“Me too,” said Ralen. “Shall we stop at a bar?”
She leaned back to stare at them both incredulously.
Cash grinned down at her. “Don’t worry, Addie. We don’t need to stop at a bar. Ink has likely got something in his office.”
She nodded in relief. Thank goodness.
Wait, who was Ink?
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Cash wasn’t happy.
Addie had disobeyed him.
He’d told her to run and hide. And instead she’d turned up with a crowbar, ready to help him fight.
Not acceptable.
“I think we should get going, man,” Ralen said.
Yeah, it was close to dawn and someone was likely to drive past soon. They were lucky that they hadn’t already.
So Cash didn’t say anything more as he helped her into the cab of the truck. He got in next to her, buckling her in. Then he turned to her.
“You’re in big trouble.”
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him.
“A-am not.” She cleared her throat as if it was hurting her. Had she hurt it?
“Is your throat okay?” he asked.
She quickly nodded.
Hmm. Was she lying to him?
