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me over there, or I’ll find a way to get there myself,” he threatened.
His voice was deep, rough, and hard. She’d never heard him talk like that, and she was worried. Not for him or her, but for George and Janet. He looked as if he could physically harm someone and not even think twice about it.
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Chapter Seventeen
H arper gripped her steering wheel in her hands, knuckles white. Glancing at the clock, she was glad that she’d taken Remy to the clubhouse. At least one of the three of them would get a good night’s sleep and be fresh for school in the morning. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked Cash, risking a glance at his profile. She could see that he was still pissed. The illumination from the dashboard showed the hard edge on his face, and to put it mildly, she was scared.
“Good idea? That’s relative to the situation, and to be honest with you, I’m pretty fucking sure they didn’t give a shit that they were taking food from our table when they called the cops on me. Right now, I don’t care.”
She could understand where he was coming from, she was also worried, but she knew there were other ways they could make money. She could dance at Wet Wanda’s for a couple of nights, just enough to get them through. That thought didn’t make it out of her mouth though; she thought it would be better if she kept that to herself.
“Promise me you aren’t going to do anything stupid.”
He glanced at her. “I promise.”
Her voice was exasperated as she answered. “Mean it when you promise me, Cash. I’m serious. Money is one thing, not having you around is another thing entirely.”
“I know,” he answered, his eyes moving to the mirror, watching the Heaven Hill boys who were following them. “When we get there, you just keep your cute ass in the car.”
“I’m not sure I like you telling me what to do.”
“I’m serious.” He reached over and gripped the back of her neck. “I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
She pulled into the driveway, and he was out before she’d even stopped the car.
*
He spotted George immediately. He was standing just inside the door, watching. “Get your fuckin’ ass out here right now,” Cash yelled. “I want a piece of you.”
“You sure that’s smart? For someone who didn’t have a record, you already been arrested once tonight.”
Cash felt the anger flow through him; he hadn’t been this angry in a long time. He wanted to pick this man apart limb from limb. He wanted to hurt him so he could never hurt another person again.
“Get your ass out here, or I’m coming in,” he threatened, leaning down to pick up a rock. He threw it, almost hitting the glass storm door.
“Dammit, don’t break my door,” George yelled back at him.
“That’s my fucking door. I paid for it,” Cash taunted. “And I missed on purpose. Next time I won’t miss.”
Something George saw in him must have made him open the door and come out onto the porch. “How was jail?”
“How’s your dick?” Cash asked. “’Cause I’m about to rip it off and shove it down your throat.”
He ran towards the older man, taking them both down. Cash was quicker, younger, and tougher; he straddled George and began beating him on the face.
“Why would you do this?” He breathed heavily, the words coming out as he landed the punches. “All I’m trying to do is do better for my family; I’m not fucking bothering you, I’m not doing anything that concerns you, yet you keep concerning yourself with me. Stay away from me, stay away from Remy, and stay the fuck away from Harper.”
Liam came up behind him and grabbed his arms. “Alright, my man, he’s had enough.” He pulled the younger man off the older one. “He gets it.”
“No.” Cash shook his head. “He never gets it, it’s all a game to him. He doesn’t do shit by the rules. That’s why he’s never worried about how he’s going to eat tomorrow; he’s not worried whether he’ll
His voice was deep, rough, and hard. She’d never heard him talk like that, and she was worried. Not for him or her, but for George and Janet. He looked as if he could physically harm someone and not even think twice about it.
‡
Chapter Seventeen
H arper gripped her steering wheel in her hands, knuckles white. Glancing at the clock, she was glad that she’d taken Remy to the clubhouse. At least one of the three of them would get a good night’s sleep and be fresh for school in the morning. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked Cash, risking a glance at his profile. She could see that he was still pissed. The illumination from the dashboard showed the hard edge on his face, and to put it mildly, she was scared.
“Good idea? That’s relative to the situation, and to be honest with you, I’m pretty fucking sure they didn’t give a shit that they were taking food from our table when they called the cops on me. Right now, I don’t care.”
She could understand where he was coming from, she was also worried, but she knew there were other ways they could make money. She could dance at Wet Wanda’s for a couple of nights, just enough to get them through. That thought didn’t make it out of her mouth though; she thought it would be better if she kept that to herself.
“Promise me you aren’t going to do anything stupid.”
He glanced at her. “I promise.”
Her voice was exasperated as she answered. “Mean it when you promise me, Cash. I’m serious. Money is one thing, not having you around is another thing entirely.”
“I know,” he answered, his eyes moving to the mirror, watching the Heaven Hill boys who were following them. “When we get there, you just keep your cute ass in the car.”
“I’m not sure I like you telling me what to do.”
“I’m serious.” He reached over and gripped the back of her neck. “I don’t want to have to worry about you.”
She pulled into the driveway, and he was out before she’d even stopped the car.
*
He spotted George immediately. He was standing just inside the door, watching. “Get your fuckin’ ass out here right now,” Cash yelled. “I want a piece of you.”
“You sure that’s smart? For someone who didn’t have a record, you already been arrested once tonight.”
Cash felt the anger flow through him; he hadn’t been this angry in a long time. He wanted to pick this man apart limb from limb. He wanted to hurt him so he could never hurt another person again.
“Get your ass out here, or I’m coming in,” he threatened, leaning down to pick up a rock. He threw it, almost hitting the glass storm door.
“Dammit, don’t break my door,” George yelled back at him.
“That’s my fucking door. I paid for it,” Cash taunted. “And I missed on purpose. Next time I won’t miss.”
Something George saw in him must have made him open the door and come out onto the porch. “How was jail?”
“How’s your dick?” Cash asked. “’Cause I’m about to rip it off and shove it down your throat.”
He ran towards the older man, taking them both down. Cash was quicker, younger, and tougher; he straddled George and began beating him on the face.
“Why would you do this?” He breathed heavily, the words coming out as he landed the punches. “All I’m trying to do is do better for my family; I’m not fucking bothering you, I’m not doing anything that concerns you, yet you keep concerning yourself with me. Stay away from me, stay away from Remy, and stay the fuck away from Harper.”
Liam came up behind him and grabbed his arms. “Alright, my man, he’s had enough.” He pulled the younger man off the older one. “He gets it.”
“No.” Cash shook his head. “He never gets it, it’s all a game to him. He doesn’t do shit by the rules. That’s why he’s never worried about how he’s going to eat tomorrow; he’s not worried whether he’ll
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