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“Liquid or pills?” he asks, offering one in each hand. “Liquid might work faster.”

I’ve never tried it, but that makes sense, so I nod. He expertly measures out what looks like a tiny shot glass of red syrup. I wince, hoping I haven’t made a mistake accepting this.

As soon as I down it, he grabs one of the bottles of water that are always stocked in the room by Edith or Birdie, uncapping it for me first.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“What can I do? What else do you need?”

I shake my head and move past him to go into the bedroom. “Nothing. I’ll be fine.”

Cash follows me, hands on hips, while he watches me like I might pass out before his eyes. If I didn’t hate him so much, I’d find it sweet.

“Go away, Cash,” I whine as I crawl under the covers, pulling them over my head to make it as dark as possible. “I’ll get through this on my own like I always do.”

The room goes silent, and I close my eyes, waiting for the bedroom door to open and close.

Soft footsteps move closer, and very gently, the blanket is pulled back just enough for me to see Cash leaning over me, the corners of his eyes etched with lines of concern.

“You’re not going to get through this alone, kitten,” he says gently. “I’m right here. Tell me what you need. Let me take care of you right now. Hate me again later.”

My chest aches at his words. I wish I could. I want to loathe him. But for some fucked-up reason, even after he left me hanging last night, I don’t. Cash Savage isn’t a good man. He’s basically the mafia of Las Vegas. Yet for some reason, when he shows me little slivers of a side of him that I don’t think other people know exists, I see a good man. A man who cares about his family and loved his dad enough to want revenge. A man who is in control of his entire world, yet sometimes, when he looks atme, I see how lonely he is. I recognize it because I’m lonely, too. At least, I was until he brought me here.

And that scares the hell out of me.

Because what’s going to happen when I go back to living in my world again?

A world without this beautiful, irritating Savage.

CHAPTER 15

Cash

DO YOU TRUST ME?

My poor kitten.

She’s in so much pain, but she’s pushing me away.

Not that I blame her. After what I did last night, I’m surprised she’s even speaking to me. She deserved it, though. What did she expect after shoving a gun against my chest? My own gun. Jesus. I’ll never live that down with my brothers.

Like I was going to take the risk of her climaxing and accidentally pulling the trigger from shaking so hard? Fuck no. She deserved what she got last night.

This, though, the pain written all over her features, her pale skin and sunken eyes. She doesn’t deserve this, and I’m not leaving her here to deal with it on her own.

Her bottom lip trembles, and my heart actually hurts for her.

When Kian came and told me she was searching for painkillers, I figured she was playing some game, but one look at her and I knew this was as real as it gets.

“What can I get for you that will ease this, kitten?” I prompt again.

I wish I knew more about migraines, so I didn’t need her to direct me. I’m not used to waiting for orders from someone else. I’m used to taking charge and getting things done.

“I need an ice pack. And ice. To suck on.” Her voice is barely above a shaky whisper, but I hear her and nod. I hesitate to leave her alone. Surely she’ll be okay for a moment as I go downstairs to get what she needs.

Fuck.

What have I done? Is this my fault? What causes a migraine? Lack of orgasm? I don’t think that’s possible, but what if it is? I guess I don’t blame her for wanting to shoot me. I’m an asshole.

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