“Cassidy. I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks.”
“No, you haven’t,” she replied.
He ignored his own lie. “You’ve brought guests.”
“You’re right, I have.” Cassidy crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up those tits I loved to suck on and watch bounce as she fucked herself on me. “I’m thinking we should build a riding arena.”
I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but I kept quiet.
Conrad frowned. “A riding arena? That’s silly. What do you know about what’s best for this place? You’re only eighteen.”
“You’re right, Father.”
The man preened.
“I am eighteen. And I know what’s best for this ranch because it’s mine.”
Rocky laughed. “Yeah, right, sis.”
“Tell him, Father. Tell him the ranch is mine. Because I inherited it when I was ten along with the money in an account in my name at the local bank.”
Conrad started to turn a funky shade of red. Rocky still looked cocky.
“Were you ever planning on telling me?” she asked.
“Didhetell you?” Conrad asked, pointing at me.
“Who, my husband?”
The look on Conrad Trout’s face was priceless. I’d never forget that look for as long as I lived. In fact, I pulled out my cell and snapped a photo or two. Everyone else in the family would want to see it. In fact, I attached one to the family group text and hit send. Boy, that felt fucking good.
I tucked my phone away and decided a photo wasn’t enough. I looked to Colt, then decided being arrested for assault would be worth it. I walked over to Conrad Trout and punched him in the face.
“No one fucks with my wife.”
22
CASSIDY
My father helda hand over his nose. Blood poured down his chin and onto his stupid golf shirt. His face when he realized I knew about the inheritance only validated everything we’d suspected. He was a cheat. A thief and so many other things.
And he’d done it to his own daughter.
Me.
“What do you mean,wife?” Father hissed.
“I married Hayes Wilder.”
“You married him to get back at me?”
I shook my head, sighed. “That sentence showsjust how much of a dick you really are. I married him for love. But seeing you lose your shit is definitely a perk.”
Father glared, then turned to Colt. “Did you see what he did, Sheriff? Arrest him for assault!”
“I didn’t see anyone hit you,” Colt said, tucking his thumbs in his front pockets. “You should be careful on that brick walk. You might trip and hit your face.”
“Rocky saw it,” Father snapped.
