Hunter: I’m sure you do but this shit takes time.
Me: Best not be fuckin’ some pussy. Get this dealt with.
Hunter: Bite me.
I blink and reread the text. The memory of Cassidy sinking her teeth into my skin and tugging on my flesh causes my cock to swell in my jeans.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m done for.
I glance back down at my phone, scared of taking my eyes off them for too long.
Me: Fuck off.
Hunter: Text you when it’s done.
When the suit reaches across the table and squeezes Cassidy’s hands in his, I push past another server, shoulder barging her, and stride toward their table.
Nobody touches what’s mine and gets away with it.
CASSIDY
When I messaged Gavin off the burner phone I keep hidden in Noah’s pajama drawer, I knew he’d respond straight away. The man is a saint, and while I know the kind of relationship we have isn’t the norm in our situation, I’m grateful for it.
Shortly after Benjamin’s arrest, Noah and I were placed in protective custody, in the care of Gavin and his wife, Charlene, who is a nurse. They helped us get back on our feet, and with the contacts Gavin has, he was able to assist us with relocating. What I didn’t expect was our location to be in the middle of a hate-filled vendetta with an MC club. I know danger when I see it, and from the moment I locked eyes with Killa in the courtroom, I became immersed in his aura.
“Really, Gavin? The MC club that hates Benjamin and therefore hates me!” I pout like a petulant child.
Gavin grins, and I fight back the urge to throw my napkin in his face. “I thought it was a good idea. Nobody would think of looking for you here. Besides, you look sodifferent, Cassidy. I doubt anyone would realize who you are.”
I chew on my bottom lip to stop the laugh bubbling up inside me. If only he knew how wrong he was. I’m unsure of how much to tell him. If I tell him about what’s been happening with Killa, he’d have us packed up and relocated in the span of a few hours, and my stomach rolls at the possibility of never seeing him again. Never feeling his touch. The roughness of his hatred followed by the tenderness of his guilt. “But what if they do realize who I am?”
Gavin scans my face, and I try my best to school my features and remain impassive, something I’ve become incredible at doing over the years.
“I figured you would be safe here. They won’t recognize you, Cassidy,” he says with confidence and a bright smile, waving his hand through the air between us. Gone is the clean-cut, blond-haired girl-next-door look, and in its place, a dark-haired young woman who looks like she can kick ass. “The Unholy MC has a reputation. I told you about them already, do you remember?” He studies my face, and I nod, causing his shoulders to relax. “Just stay away from them, and they won’t suspect a thing.”
My mind whirls with his reasoning, and I have to give him credit for his thinking, and maybe, just maybe, if I wasn’t on Killa’s radar from the courtroom, I might have stood a chance.
“How’s Noah settling in at school?” he asks, and I’m grateful for the change in subject.
I slowly munch on another fry, savoring every morsel before answering while ignoring the amused expression on his handsome face. From the moment I was in his care, my manners were something he found odd, I guess. Benjamininstilled them in me, and we both engrained them in Noah.
“Good. But they have him under the care of a doctor.”
Gavin nods, and I scan his face. Of course, he set this up, or at least Charlene did.
“She’s the best in the area, an asset to the hospital, and she visits schools,” he says with a confident smile, confirming my suspicions, and my face falls. Do they really think I need this much support? “Hey, sweetie.” He strokes my hand, and I try to hide the grimace his touch brings. Pulling my hand away, I tuck it under the table.
It’s nothing personal toward Gavin, but after being starved of affection for so long, the only touch I’ve ever welcomed is that of a man who hates me, and my son’s touch, of course.
“Still don’t like being touched, huh? That’s something else we need to work on.”
I throw my head back on a sarcastic laugh.
If only he knew.
“Who the fuck are you?” A growl comes from the man suddenly standing beside the booth.
Holy shit. I was so lost in my mind I missed the sound of Killa’s heavy boots. I’m usually so attuned to his presence I can’t help but anticipate it and what comes with it.
