The scalding shower water rushes down me, heating and soothing my body. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. The softness of her skin or the delicious sweet taste of her mouth.
Don’t even get me started about how she felt around my finger. I wanted to go hulk mode on her—rip her clothes, my clothes, everybody’s clothes, but the panties were probably enough. I won’t be able to keep myself out of her for too much longer.
That innocent gaze, the smart mouth hidden beneath such a submissive demeanor. How could anyone not want her?
I finish my shower and get ready to go pick Jaden up for work. I’ve been avoiding Adam since this morning. He’s never tried to fight me before, but I’d never messed around with his sister before either. I can’t believe he even bought it to be honest.
I grab a drink from the fridge, and my hand is on the door when I hear Will scoot a kitchen stool across the tile. He’s sitting down, leaning his elbow against t
Adam doesn’t believe me, I know it, but I couldn’t get him off the phone fast enough. He kept threatening to call Dad, but frankly, I don’t care. When a hot guy—that you’ve been drooling over—tells you he’s going to show you how sex is supposed to feel, you do as he says. Especially if that guy is Cade. My legs tremble as I walk through the front door. The house is still mostly messy, and the evidence of DEAD BITCH is still spray painted on the dining room wall, which we didn’t finish the other day. Cade isn’t in the kitchen, so I follow the hallway back to the other side of the house. The light flicks on from the second door down and then I hear the shower. I feel like hummingbirds flutter inside me. The door creaks as I push it open, causing Cade to spin around. His shirt is off, lying on the floor beside his bare feet. Each ripple of his abdomen is chiseled, his hipbones protruding in that droolworthy dip of his oblique, making my fingers
Mom isn't at her usual lowdown drug houses or the seedy motel on Highway 10. My bad mood grew with each mile I added to my odometer looking for her. I should have known she wouldn't have stayed at the rehab, she never did. After an hour, I decide to go home since it's getting late. Jaden's lack of texting me back has me on edge. I was sure Adam hadn't believed she went home for the night, but not enough to keep her from texting me. The lights are off when I get home, the only evidence of someone being home is the snoring from Will's room. I double-check that Adam isn't home before walking into Jaden's room. Her back is turned to me, but I can tell she's awake from her breathing. "Did you find her?" she asks softly. I crawl over the bed and wrap my arm around her, taking in her flowery scent. "No, she'll show up soon. Did Adam harass call you any?" "No." Turning her over, I glance at her tear-filled eyes. "What's wrong?
I wipe the mascara from the corner of my eye. It doesn't matter that I'm hiding in the bathroom on the second floor of the art's center like a child, or that I'm missing my class this hour. It should matter but it doesn't. I can't be ashamed anymore, because I'd rather be weak than humiliated in front of an entire campus of students. The door opens and I lift my feet to the closed toilet seat and curl my knees into my chest. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Another text from my dad. It's only a matter of time before he shows up unexpected, so I answer. "Hello." He sighs heavily. "I've texted and called you for hours, Jaden. Where have you been?" I stare at the bathroom stall door. "I've been in class, Dad." I hear him starting his car in the background and his engine roar. "Your brother said you were coming home the other night, but you didn't show up. Funny you didn't mention it to me?" The toilet next to me flushes. "Are
I step into the bar, the dim lighting casts shadows over the room and makes me feel even more out of place. Even though on the outside I know I fit in, my objective of finding the douchebag that took my mother makes me feel like a nark. I slide onto a barstool and order a drink. There are many seedy characters standing around pool tables and hanging around the dance floor, but none of them look old enough to know the guy from my mother's house. The bartender hands me my drink. "Thanks, Bro. How long have you been working here?"I down the amber liquid. He pushes his long hair from his eyes, and lifts a brow that's pierced in three different places. "You not into girls your age?" he asks. "Not for me. I'm looking for someone. A guy in his forties, biker, huge beard." He gives me a bored look. "This isn't a biker bar. It's more for college kids. You could try The Hell-Hole down town; they have a lot of bikers that go there." I sigh. I
Adam's drunk and I thank God for it. The girl with him is giving us a bored look while Adam tries his best to be intimidating. Cade walks over casually, digging a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. When he offers it to Will, he tries unsuccessfully to knock it out of Cade's hand. "I asked what are you doing back here with my sister!?" The girl with him huffs and walks back into the bar. "I saw her come out here trying to get away from the creep inside, and I didn't think it was a good idea for her to be alone in a dark alleyway. Sue me." Adam thought about it, looking over his shoulder, he notices that his friend left. "Great," he hisses. "Come back inside," he eyes me and then Cade. "And don't think about touching my sister, Cade." I watch Cade's fingers curl into a ball at his side while he lets out a huff of smoke. "Why are you so worried about me hurting your sister, Adam? She was just inside with some douchebag that would
I look up at Jaden over the top of her car. She's talking to a customer about different prices on lube jobs, biting her lip and tucking her hair behind her ear. My knuckles turn white from my tight grip. The distance is killing me. I want to slam the hood and drag her back to the breakroom and lock the door. Her gaze moves to mine through the window of the door separating us. She smiles. I wink at her, loving the blush that tints her cheeks. "Cute girl," Johnny says. "Isn't she your friend's little sister?" he asks, wiping his hands on his uniform. I snarl, keeping my gaze on her car and my mouth shut. He chuckles and leans forward to see what I'm doing. "You're working on her car, giving her the eye all day and you live together? Doesn't take a genius to figure out you're screwing her—," Standing up, I slam the hood down, missing his fingers by an inch. He jumps backs, but doesn't lose his grin. "Well, looks like I've struck a nerve,
I'm livid. I can't believe my dad or Adam for that matter. Going through my stuff? Where is his dignity? Besides being completely humiliated in front of Cade, now he knows I haven't taken my pills and probably thinks I'm insane. I stare at my closed door wanting nothing more than my dad to fall down the stairs on his way out. Not to mention, I now have to pay all of my bills alone—I don't even care—I'll do whatever to be out from underneath his thumb. Instead of stew in my pot of my anger, I change into my pajamas and work my way through my homework. I assume Dad left, but Adam doesn't come into my room or try. Smart guy. I'd probably toss a book at his genitals if he did. I'm midway into an episode of Catfish when I hear someone—or something—peck on my window. Since we're on the second floor, I'm a little concerned, but I walk over and look out. At first I don't see anyone, but I hear him. "Open the window." It's Cade. I glance out a
She's dead. I failed her for good this time. I'll never be able to shake the image of her on that cool sterile table. Unfortunately, she looked better in death than the last time I saw her strung out and shivering in the heat. She looked at peace, which was more than I could say since I was a child. My phone beeps around eleven as I'm staring at my ceiling. It's Jaden. Her: I'm moving out. I lift a brow. Me: Oh yeah? Where are you going? I can imagine the frustrated look on her face. Her: I don't know yet. My dad wants me out unless I do what he says. I have money saved up, and the job at the garage, I'll find something. The thought of moving out of this apartment with her tempts me. I bite my lip gently, knowing it's too soon, I hardly know this girl. But I like her. I start to type out a text but stop. Adam would flip his lid if I moved out
Jaden hops down from the cabinet and scoops her finger into the cake icing and licks it. I'm immeditely ready to bend her over the sink and have my way with her. She screams when I pick her up and carry her toward our bedroom. But I stop when someone knocks on the front door. "Someone is looking out for you," I mumble. She giggles and waits for me to answer the door. Adam is standing on the other side. He looks good, like a different person from the last time I saw him. It's only been a few months, but it feels like years. "Hey. Can I come in?" he asks. I open the door wider and let him inside. Jaden comes running out a few minutes later, and stops cold. Her gaze moves from his to mine. I can't read her face. "Jaden," Adam says. "I wanted to come over and talk to you about ... everything." She plays with a string on the end of her cutoff jean shorts. "Okay, yeah." Adam sits down on the edg
Cade has been asleep for over ten hours. He's beaten down and tired. His knuckles are bloody and he looks like a corpse. I had no idea of Cade's plans to catch Dan. But I was glad he came out alive, and it was over. Although, by the look on his face the night before, I wasn't sure it was over. He looked haunted. The tears on his face surprised me. What all had he kept inside of himself for all these years? I cook us breakfast, and bring it to him in bed the next morning. He stirs for a moment before sitting up and rubbing the palm of his hand against his eyes. His dark gaze meets mine and I swallow my anxiety. "Good morning," I say. "I made us breakfast." "Do you need a ride to school?" "I wrote my teachers and told them I was sick. I'll be out this week." He scoots up and brings the tray onto his lap. "You don't have to watch me like I'm a kid, Jaden. I'll be fine." I shrug. "I want to be here w
Johnny shuts his office door and gestures for me to take a seat. It's been one hell of a week to say the least. After everything Jaden dropped on me the day before, I couldn't drag her into this anymore. She's been through enough, so I decided to drop her off at school and talk to Johnny alone. He sits down across from me. "It was a good idea to leave Jaden behind. She's a great girl, but I would hate myself if something happened to her." "Me too. I'm already beating myself up because she was kidnapped by my own dad. She's been through a lot ... and she doesn't need anything else on her." Johnny leans forward. "Are you sure you want to do this, Cade? Dan is going to be cornered and I don't know how he will respond." I run my palm down my face and then pick at a random string on my jeans. "I'm sure. I need to find out why he is doing this." "I had to pull some major strings to get you approved to do this. You're really okay
I don't want to do this, but Cade is on a mission, and I'm beginning to think it's a suicidal one. I've never seen someone so determined to find a person that could kill them. Johnny follows behind us in an undercover SUV, while I'm led blindly into the lion's den. Cade's fingers tighten around the steering wheel, and I trace his tattoos with my gaze. How I would love to just have some alone time with him, without all our problems looming over us. "What are you going to do when we get there, Cade?" I ask, trying to keep my irritation out of my voice. I don't want to be mad at him, because I know it's important, but I want to be finished with this. Cade glances over at me. "I'm going to walk in, ask for Henry, and make him tell me." "Okay," I say. "What about after that? Are you going to chase down some criminal?" He reaches over and runs his fingers against my thigh. "What's the matter, Jaden?" I hold back my emotions and my b
I press my mouth against Jaden's forehead, and close my eyes. And to think, I thought she had drama when we first got together. This has taken us both down a rabbit hole that is slowly sucking the life out of me. I want this to be finished, but it can't until I take down Dan. To think I've been working for my uncle this entire time, and for him to wear a mask every day, and me not ever see him slip? It feels unreal to me. Jaden shoves against my chest with her palms, and looks at me. The crap I've put this girl through makes my stomach sick. My own dad took her for ransom, which tells me that Dan and Dad are into more than just pimping out women, they sell drugs. And I know who I need to talk to—Adam. That's if I can get to him. Someone bangs on the door thirty minutes after we get home. Jaden gets up, and gives me a look over her shoulder when she looks through the peep hole. "It's my dad." I gesture for her to open the door.
The warehouse is set back from the main road, hidden underneath shrubbery and years of overgrowth. The wind rattles the doors against the side of the building, and it sends chills up my spine. The windows are far gone with ripped plastic swaying from where someone tried to patch them up. It looks like an abandoned packaging plant with rusted equipment and aged boxes littering the concrete floor. Damien forces me into the threshold and ushers me toward a chilled metal chair. I sit down, watching as he makes himself comfortable on top of a conveyor belt, and takes out his cell phone. After several silent minutes, he glances up at me. "I’m calling your Dad. I'll ask for my money, and you'll confirm I have you with me, and if you try anything, I'll not only kill you, but I'll knock off that goofy brother of yours. He should be here, not you, but that's not how it happened." Speaking of brothers. I wanted to choke Adam. He caused all of this. Doing drugs? Going in
I've never felt fear like this. My body feels numb, I don't know what to think—what to do—and my head is spinning. When Johnny rolls up with three other officers, I don't feel relieved, because we have nothing to go on. I've texted her twice, and I do it again when Johnny pulls up. He eyes my cell phone. "Are you texting her?" I nod. He takes my phone and curses while he scrolls through them. "Don't text her again. Whoever has her can intercept the messages, Cade. Now they know we're onto them." I'm so stupid. But I'm not thinking clearly. My Jaden is in trouble. I hate myself for getting her into this mess. Angry tears threaten my eyes, and I turn and hit the side of the building until I see blood smeared against the siding. Johnny grabs my shoulders and turns me around. "Calm down. We traced the signal of her cell phone to the garage, but it went dead. I'm sure they left it. That means whoever it is knows thei
The sound of crickets wake me. It's too loud for it to be from outside, and it shakes me to the bone. A door or window must be open, and I can't imagine why Cade would do that in the middle of the night. I reach over to feel for him, but he isn't there. I swallow my insecurities and sit up on my elbows, giving my eyes time to adjust to the room. Nothing stands out at first, and I feel myself relax. I slide my feet from the covers, and tiptoe toward the light. I flip the switch and walk to the kitchen. "Cade?" I say. No one answers. I swallow my nerves, and walk back to the bedroom to check in the bathroom. He isn't in there either. I walk back into our room, searching for my phone in the covers, and catch a glimpse of movement in the mirror beside our bed. A sound I've never made releases from me, and I turn around in time for something to cover my face. Survival kicks in, and I swing my arms wildly, kicking and screaming, but my voice is muffled.
I trace Jaden's perfect form from underneath the thin sheet in our bed. I haven't been able to close my eyes since we crawled under the covers an hour ago. My mind races with scenarios. Is Dan really behind this? Johnny? I don't want to believe he could do something like this. Why? What does he get out of it? He lives in an average house with an average truck. I can't image it being money, unless he stashes it away for a rainy day. I groan, throw the covers off me, and walk to the kitchen. The clock reads eleven pm, and I listen as I sip my water at the thin hand counting down the seconds. The idea of going back to bed fades from my grasp, and I find myself getting dressed and putting on a pair of boots. I leave Jaden asleep in the bed where she needs to be. I feel safe knowing she doesn't have a way to leave the house in case she does wake up, which she probably won't, since she sleeps like the dead. I drive toward Dan's house, drummin