Page 15 of Chased By the Mountain Man

“Yes. A confession. You’re going to tell the police all about that little stunt you pulled yesterday, remember?”

Danny turns a deep shade of purple, shaking his hair out of his face as he says, “I don’t know what you’re t—”

I pull him away from the car before slamming him back against it twice as hard, making him groan with pain.

“Think about it, asshole,” I snarl. “Think really hard. Yesterday you planted cocaine in my girl’s car. You tried to get her arrested because she wouldn’t date your sorry ass. Is it coming back to you now?”

Danny nods, whimpering.

“Good. So now you’re going to tell the police all about it. You’re gonna go see them right now and admit that you planted the drugs. You’ll confess that you framed Jasmine because you’re a creepy scumbag who can’t take no for an answer. You following me, Danny?”

He nods again, his face twisting bitterly.

“And if you don’t do what I say…if you don’t tell the cops the truth…I’ll find you, Danny. See my scar? I’ll give you a few of your own to match.”

He winces, his eyes flickering toward my cheek. “Wh-what if they don’t believe me?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Well, you better make sure they believe you. You want to keep your teeth right? Guess you’re pretty attached to them? All you have to do is tell the truth from start to finish. Tell them they can test the cocaine for your prints if they want.”

“But th-then they’ll arrest me, won’t they?” Danny asks stupidly.

“You bet, asshole. They’ll arrest you just like you deserve.”

“I don’t want—”

“The cops will let you keep your fucking face, Danny,” I snap, shoving him against the car once more. “I won’t. You’re lucky you’re getting a choice. Choose the cops or I swear you’ll live to regret it. Don’t think I’ll let this go. I’ll make your life hell, I swear it.”

Danny must see that I’m telling the truth because he blanches and nods. “O-okay. I’ll tell them everything, just p-please don’t hurt me.”

Not such a tough guy now.

I’d love nothing more than to sock this sniveling coward in the jaw, but I don’t want to give the cops a reason to disbelieve Danny’s story. If he shows up at the police station looking like he’s had his ass kicked, they might get suspicious.

“Drive over to the police station and ask for Dave Goodman,” I say, releasing my grip on him. “Then tell him your story. If you don’t, I’ll know. Trust me.”

Danny nods, his chin trembling as he opens his car door with shaky hands and gets in. He drives away, and I head back for my truck, tailing Danny’s car until he’s parked in front of the police station. I watch him, pure hatred thrumming through my veins as he disappears inside. As far as I’m concerned, he got off lightly. He deserved much worse for hurting my girl…

No. Not my girl. She’s not mine. She can’t be.

And now that Danny is confessing everything to the police, Jasmine will have no reason to stay with me.

With a twinge of pain in my gut, I take one last look at the police station before beginning the drive back up Snowfall Ridge, toward the girl who has taken over my heart, the girl I have to let go.

7

Jasmine

Half the morning is already gone by the time I wake up. The space in the bed beside me is cold, so I guess Trent has been up for a while. I touch his pillow, grinning to myself as I think back to last night. It was so magical, even if it all started with a night terror. I was so happy that Trent opened up to me, even if the things he told me were hard to hear. But seeing those vulnerable, damaged parts of him only made my feelings for him stronger, and my heart flutters as I remember what happened next—the way he kissed me and tasted me like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue teasing my pussy, and then the sexy, naughty feeling of sucking his hard cock. Another burst of desire rushes through me at the memory, and I jump out of bed, desperate to see my mountain man.

He's not in the living room, and I’m about to check the kitchen when I hear the sound of an engine whirring outside. Immediately, I freeze in panic.

Shoot! A cop car?

I peer through the tiniest gap in the curtains, relief washing over me when I see that it’s Trent’s truck pulling up in front of the cabin.

“Huh,” I mutter to myself. “Wonder where he went this morning.”

Despite my confusion, my stomach somersaults as I watch him get out of his truck. He’s so handsome, my hulking burly mountain man, with his serious brown eyes and that beard I love so much. The beard that was soaked in my juices last night as Trent devoured my pussy. The thought makes me shudder with anticipation as Trent strides through the front door, and I bound toward him, throwing my arms around his shoulders.

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