Page 22 of Cash's Treasure

In all my thirty years of existence, I have never laid a hand on a woman, but now, all I want is to strangle the life out of this woman who’s made Kayla’s life a living hell since she walked into it.

“Who the hell are you people?” the woman yells in an annoyingly high-pitched tone that threatens to tear at my eardrums.

“You have three seconds to tell me where Kayla is, or all three of you will leave this place in body bags.”

They call my bluff, and I take immense satisfaction in showing them the error of their ways. A loud crack fills the room when I grab the closest man and twist his arm, dislocating it. His yell breaks through the otherwise silent room as he drops, unconscious by the time he hits the floor.

“You’re next,” I point at the shorter brother, grabbing him by his lapels, and I can practically feel him trembling. “I will break every bone in your body until I get an answer.”

“N-next room,” he stammers when I raise my fist to punch his face. “She’s in the next room. She . . . she wouldn’t stop yelling and kicking, so we put her in the next—”

I shove the man away from me, and he cries out when he crashes into something. I ignore his sobs and walk out of the room, leaving my brothers to guard those three. I walk to the next door where I find my twin brother already working on the lock. I rush inside the second it’s open, my heart hammering in my chest as I look around frantically.

My knees almost give out when I see Kayla lying on the hard floor tied to the radiator, her hands and feet bound and her mouth gagged. The sight chills my blood, but I remind myself that she’s alive. I focus on that single thought as I kneel next to her and free her from her restraints.

“Are you okay?” I choke out, inspecting her body for any sign of injury. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No,” she says, cupping my jaw, her eyes locked with mine. “I . . . Those jerks. My father was so nice to them, and they . . . I can’t believe they would be so careless with his last gift to them.”

“It’s okay, Freckles,” I say hoarsely, brushing my lips over her cheeks before drawing her into my arms. “I’ll take care of everything. You won’t ever have to see them again.”

She drops her head to my shoulder, and I embrace her tightly, vowing to stay by her side for the rest of my existence. I sense some movement behind me and feel Kayla lift her head to look up. “Riot?” she asks, and I turn around to find my twin leaning against the door.

“You had us pretty worried, Kayla. I’m glad to see you’re okay, and I don’t have to help Cash burn down the entire city,” he says, his tone easy and teasing before he turns to me. “What do you want to do with those three?”

I would like nothing more than to wipe their very existence from the face of earth, but I know that would not sit well with Kayla. What I will do instead is to it that they’re locked up long enough that they never see the light of day or bother Kayla again.

They never should have touched Kayla. The brats and their mother should have just squandered their inheritance in peace, and now, I have every intention of contesting the will and taking back everything that rightfully belongs to Kayla. If that doesn’t work, then I will drag these three through a legal battle that’ll be felt for generations just for the hell of it.

“Hand them over to the cops,” I say with a heavy heart. “Get them charged for kidnapping.”

“How do we explain the dislocated shoulder?” Riot snarks.

“Tell them he fell down the stairs or something,” I say with a glare, convinced that my twin is just set on getting on my nerves. He just nods and thankfully shuts the door behind him, giving Kayla and me some much-needed privacy.

“Do you think I’ll be arrested for what I did to them?” My brows wrinkle in confusion at her question, and she hurries to clarify. “I . . . um, scratched their faces up when they implied they had no money left from the inheritance.”

“That was you?” I chuckle, grabbing her hands and bringing them to my lips. “I thought they were attacked by a feral cat or something.”

“Running into them again made me happy that they kicked me out,” Kayla says, smoothening her fingers over my chest and making my cock strain painfully behind my fly. “I’m glad it’s you that found me, Cash.” I bite back a moan when her nail grazes my nipple. Fuck, I don’t think she even knows what she’s doing right now. “Thank you for coming to my rescue, again. I knew you’d show up.”

“Fuck me, Freckles, if you don’t stop doing that, I’ll tear off your clothes and rut you on this motel floor.”

I expect her to withdraw her touch and apologize for setting ablaze a fire she has no intention of putting out, but instead, she trails her hands down my stomach before slipping her soft fingers underneath my shirt. “Maybe I want you to do that.”

“Not here, baby.”

“I want it here,” she whispers breathily, her hands moving urgently under my shirt. “I want you now. I want to know that you’re really here, and I’m safe.”

Fuck!

Like every other single time this girl has asked for something, I give in. With a growl, I sweep her into my arms and drop her onto the motel bed. “My club brothers are right outside. Are you sure you don’t care if they hear me fuck you in some seedy motel room?”

She stares up at me, biting her lower lip every as her thighs part for me. “I’ll be really quiet,” she says. “I promise.”

I grab her blouse and pull it over her head, exposing her nude bra. My eyes stay on hers as I tug at the clasp with one hand, and her gorgeous tits slip out to reveal cherry-colored nipples, pebbled and begging for my touch.

The room is dimly lit, but it’s enough for me to catch the way her eyes flush with heat when I squeeze her tits in my palms, brushing my thumbs over the peaked buds.

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