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“Yeah, I bet it did. It just jumped right out of my pocket and into your barely there bra.” He says through gritted teeth before yanking it out of my hand.
“Funny there was about a grand in here. Did that happen to fall out along the way to your bra?” His lips twitch just a fraction of a millimeter in amusement, and I can’t help the full-on smile on my face.
“How did you know? I was going to turn the wallet into lost and found, but since you’re here.” I shrug at him as I make my way back to the couch.
“Cas, seriously! We talked about that shit. I told you if you need money I would help you out.” Mack says reproachfully. He has a total white knight complex, sweet guy who thinks he can rescue every damsel in distress. I’ve been very clear that just because we are friends doesn’t mean he gets to play the knight in shining armor. Before I can give him my usual answer, Xander steps in.
“Alright, cut the crap and someone tell me what’s going on. Mack says you haven’t been to work in two days. Tell me what kind of trouble you’re in. Does it have to do with you picking someone’s pocket?” Xander is crowding me against the wall, his arms caging me in. Craning my neck I look at Mack, but before I can ask him for help Xander butts in again.
“Stand down Mack, I’m not going to hurt her, but she needs to tell me what’s going on. I’m not a patient man cupcake, so spill.” The closeness of his body makes my own come to life, wanting to arch into him. God my inner slut is the worst.
Chapter Eight
Xander
“Say goodbye Mack.” I look her in her eyes, letting her know it’s not a request. Fire brews behind her eyes as she glares at me. She can hate me all she wants, but I’m getting to the bottom of whatever the fuck is going on. If she keeps depending on Mack, which pisses me the fuck off, I won’t ever get answers.
“Boss?” Mack asks from behind me, concern evident in his voice.
“You heard me Mack. Say goodbye to your friend so me and her can have a little chat.” I return her glare with one of my own, daring her to contradict me. She’s smart enough to know not to argue.
“Cassie, you sure you want me to leave.” Mack makes his way toward the door stopping as he reaches for the handle, his face turned to us hesitating. Cassie breaks eye contact with me, giving him a small smile. She’s giving him my fucking smile; she’s making me want to kill one of my best guys because she gave him my fucking smile.
“It’s fine Mack, I’ll call you if I hear anything. Thank you for coming over.” Mack nods.
“Boss, we need to talk once you’re done here.” He says before he walks out the door, leaving me and my pretty prey alone.
“Now are you going to tell me what the hell is going on or am I going to have to resort to other methods to get the information out of you?” Instead of answering me right away, she ducks under my arms and makes her way back over to the ratty couch letting out an exasperated sigh as she plopped down.
“I want to tell you to fuck off, but I need your help.” She flops back against the back of the couch giving me a pleading look. I can tell she’s exhausted, there are dark circles under her eyes and they’re still bloodshot from crying.
“What makes you think I can help you?” I ask as I lean against the wall with my hands in my pants. I’m going to help her, because I want to be her fucking white knight for some damn reason. I need her to feel indebted to me; it will make what I have planned easier.
“Mack said you could, that you have contacts. That you’re someone who gets shit done in Vegas. The police haven’t done shit, but maybe you can.” I quirk my eyebrow at her the mention of the police as I wait for her to continue.
“My niece was taken; I don’t know who did it or why. I was on my way back from the club when my babysitter called me frantic. Please tell me you can find her, she’s just a little girl, she’s all I have.” This was not what I was expecting. I was expecting money problems, maybe an ex-boyfriend stalking her, but a kidnapped kid was not on my list.
Pushing off the wall, I sit down next to her pulling her into my arms as she sobs into my chest. There is more to her story, like why she has her niece. Instead of pushing her for that information, I rub circles against her back trying to sooth her. When she’s spent all of her tears, she pulls away from me, rubbing my shirt where her tears soaked through.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffles, wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. Even with snot running out of her nose, bloodshot eyes, and hair looking like a rat lives in it she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She has me completely under her spell and for some reason I don’t want out. I’m totally fucked.
“It’s just that I’m all Andi has, my sister dropped her off when she was just a few days old. My mother wants nothing to do with her, and her own mother hasn’t been heard from since she dropped her off.” Cassie gets up, moving across the room reaching for a picture frame hung on the wall. Turning it around for me, I see the beautiful smile that Cassie has only in a smaller version on the little cherubic child in the picture. Standing I take the photo from Cassie’s trembling hands and pull her against my chest once again.
“I’ll do everything I can to help you find her.” The feel of her body molded against mine has my dick standing at attention. My damn cock doesn’t understand appropriate timing at all.
“Name your price and I’ll make it happen. Whatever it is I’ll do whatever I have to, getting Andi back is the only thing that matters to me.” I’m about to go straight to hell for what I’m about to do. This woman is in need of help and all I’m thinking about is getting my dick wet. At least when I got to hell it will be with a smile on my face.
“You sure you want to say that? What if the cost is too high for you?” I’m a bastard, I know I am. I want this woman like I’ve never wanted a woman in my life. There’s a part of me that’s telling me how wrong I am for what I’m about to ask her to do, but my cock is practically jumping up and down at the idea.
“No cost is too high for Andi, she’s everything to me. I’d sacrifice my life for her.” I do not doubt her conviction, but what I’m about to ask her to do might change her mind.
“Six months.” At first, she looks at me confused, but then realization dawns in her eyes. I should feel guilty for what I’m asking her to do, but I can’t bring myself to regret it right now.
“What are the terms?” She crosses her arms under her breasts, while giving me a scathing look, making it hard for me to concentrate.
“The terms are simple; you live with me for six months. You will have everything provided for you, both of you.” Her eyebrow arches.
“That’s it? We live with you for six months, nothing else?” Smirking, I cage her against the wall once more; making sure every part of my body is touching hers. Her breath hitches and her eyes dilate; I know she wants me as much as I want her.
