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Piston’s main focus has to be Natalie.

“Faith messaged; her car apparently broke down again. Have a prospect call her, and if she puts up a stink, tell her to find her own way back because, let’s face it, she’s probably just removed a spark plug again to get my attention.”

Anchor laughs gleefully, and I hang up before lifting my head to the sky, allowing the sun to shine down on me.

I finally have some fucking heat in my veins, and my blood is pumping faster.

Having Cassy’s lips against mine…fuck me, it’s everything, and I’m going to ensure that isn’t the last time I get to taste her.

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Cassidy - Two Weeks Later

“Cassidy, please, I’m your mother….” I roll my eyes as I sign off on a patient's discharge papers, trying to ignore Trudy Halliwell beside me. “I mean seriously, you disappeared with no trace, giving your sister, your eighteen-year-old sister, the deed to my house, allowing her to sell it and leave me homeless, not giving me a cent of my own money…” she continues.

The receptionist rolls her eyes and turns away, making me smirk. Most of the ER staff have officially reached their limits with my mother, who can’t seem to take the hint.

“I haven’t had a decent haircut in months. Andrea is having Acid’s baby, and her father won’t accept it in his house. She needs me, and your sister is just being pathetic and whiny. Now I know she gave you half the money from the sale, and I need it back; it belongs to me!”

I turn to my mother sharply, her false words pissing me off, to find her standing with her hands on her hips.

Trudy Halliwell is a bitch through and through. She hasn’t had a decent haircut, yet her deep red hair is immaculate, and the woman is wearing a pantsuit, for Christ’s sake, despite not holding a job in her life, always living off Dad and her ex-lover.

And, let’s face it, it is highly unlikely that Andrea’s baby is Acid’s. The man has told me several times he doesn’t remember screwing her, that the empty condom was still on his dick.

I wouldn’t put it past that bitch, Andrea, to have drugged him.

I curl my lip at her, and I snap, “First of all, you not being able to keep those legs shut cost you the house, and any valuables after Dad died.” Mom gasps in shock as the receptionist snorts. “Secondly, Andrea is not your daughter, Perrie is, and don’t stand there like a dumb bitch pretending not to know her and Acid were always meant to be. Andrea wants everything that Perrie has, all because you screwed her father, then gave her money when he refused, our father's money at that, because obviously giving her the money her dad gave you was not good enough!”

Her face reddens, clearly not realizing I know exactly what she’s been doing over the years, and I narrow my eyes, ready for her outburst.

I had such a good morning as well. I got to see Natalie’s baby and scare both Piston and Steal with the transvaginal wand. I even got to flip Steal over my shoulder, a move he taught me, no less, after he touched my shoulder, causing him to land on his back. But now my good mood has plummeted.

“It doesn’t matter what I did; I was his wife!” she growls.

I smirk and reply, “A shit one at that.”

“Why you little…” she starts, taking a step toward me, before Steal’s tatted arm comes between us.

He growls, “Take one more step and I’ll fucking ruin you.”

A shiver runs down my spine at his threat, and yes, my libido kicks in, and I silently tell it to screw off just like I did two weeks ago when he kissed me out of the blue and I ended up using the shower head to get off.

I’m putting myself first, and if I have to use my toy or shower head, then I will!

“Y-you can’t speak to me that way,” Mom stutters, and I roll my eyes.

She looks ready to piss herself, which only makes the receptionist giggle, though she does try and hide it with a cough.

“Actually, I fucking can where my girl is concerned. For four years, you’ve been calling my phone non-stop, looking for her. Did you think I was stupid enough not to know it was about money?” Steal sneers before standing in front of me. He crosses his arms over his chest, and I lean against the desk, letting him handle it.

I mean, technically, I should be shouting at him, but this is the fifth time Mom has tried to find me in the hospital, the first time succeeding, and I really can’t be bothered to deal with her. If Steal’s going to hang around the hospital like a bad smell, then why not use him, right?

“You have five seconds to turn your plastic ass around and get out of the hospital before I fucking throw you out,” he finishes.

“C-Cassy…” Mom tries, and I flinch at her using Dad’s nickname.

“Don’t fucking call her that,” Steal threatens coldly, “now leave….”

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