Kane turned around and frowned at him. Drake rolled his eyes and pointed between his legs. “Oh, um still tender,” Kane answered.
“You know I think when someone uses the term blue balls I’m going to have a whole new idea in my head,” Drake sighed. “But don’t worry too much. I’m sure you’ll be able to use the whole package again.”
“I don’t have any interest in using it.” Kane frowned.
“Kane, sex isn’t as bad as what you were meant to think it was.”
Drake sighed again. “You’re pretty much a rape victim, and one day you will be able to have a mate and live a normal life. I promise you.”
“I’ve never gotten anything out of it.” Kane shrugged. “The one and only time I ever came was when Sasha’s life was threatened and when I thought I could smell something different. It was the only time that sex was close to pleasurable.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“I don’t think I can have a normal anything.”
“It’s going to take time, Kane,” Again Drake sighed. “Right now you’re healing. Don’t think about sex, a mate, or anything except for getting yourself healthy. You both are under weight. You’ve been beaten severely, and you won’t sleep in a bed. As far as I’m concerned you having any kind of sex is the farthest thing from my mind. But…” Again, he stopped Kane from speaking with a finger up in the air. “If you think there is something wrong with you then the only way to test it is very simple. Experiment on your own body. If things go right, then we know you’re just fine.”
Kane cocked his head to one side, eyes locked on Drake. “Can I ask something from you?”
“Sure,” Drake shrugged.
“Can I have this cabin?”
“Will you sleep in a bed?” Drake grinned.
Kane didn’t stop the smile that started to form on his lips. He didn’t have much to smile about, but standing here with his father and the way he asked the question, Kane couldn’t not smile at him.
“Only if I can pick it out. The one upstairs is too damn hard.”
Drake laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. “Come on. Let’s wake Cole up and go to town. We’re going to need a shit load of supplies if we’re going to get this damn place livable.”
“Is Chase going to come home soon?” Kane cocked his head to the side as he walked with Drake back to the house. “I can see it in Cole’s eyes that he is missed.”
“When the time is right he will,” Drake nodded. “Chase needs to be his own man and this is the way he’s going to do it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think what Chase is wanting is to get out from his big brother’s shadow, and I know just what he’s feeling. When you’re the youngest, you feel different. Chase is out there exploring, discovering himself. When he feels the time is right, he’ll come home.”
“And that camper thing is his home?”
Drake nodded. “Yep.”
“But you think he left for something else.”
Drake stopped walking and Kane followed suit. “Kane, you’re listening to your instincts better than most who know nothing.” He smiled and said, “Yeah. I think Chase left for a different reason. I think he left because of a girl.”
“This girl he’s looking for?” Kane didn’t understand. He couldn’t comprehend why someone would go looking for a girl the way Cole and Chase were doing.
“No, not that one.” Drake shook his head. “Someone else, but not sure who yet. Come on, I’ll let you wake Cole up, and I’ll tell Carrick we’re heading to town.”
Kane smiled, “Can I pounce on him?”
Drake laughed, “Just don’t break the bed again. Carrick’s still pissed about that.”
Chapter One
Three years later
Jada Leonard paced her hotel room, thinking and waiting. She was waiting for the pizza that she’d ordered and thinking about her next move. Not to mention hiding from two groups of people it seemed.
One wanted to protect her. She snorted at that idea. No one wanted to protect her. She was on her own and liked it that way. The other group of people, well that was a different matter. If she had to put her finger on it, then Jada would say they wanted her dead. And she wasn’t stupid about the why. She knew why. She took something important and they wanted it back. Tough! She wasn’t going to give them jack shit! They could kiss her ass.
“Where the hell is that damn delivery guy,” she mumbled as she started to pace the room, her stomach grumbling. Jada sat back down at the desk, checked her email, and frowned. Chase was emailing her again. The message was the same. Where are you? She rolled her eyes and replied again, none of your damn business. She didn’t want him in this mess. Chase was safe away from her and those two that were in the lab were safely hidden away from the nuts that held them in cages.
As long as she stayed on the run, then she would be just fine too.
She hit send, shut her computer down, and packed it away.
Instead of in the morning, Jada decided that she would leave after she ate. Already she had stayed too long as it was and she didn’t need to draw any attention to herself. The last time she stayed too long in one place she almost got caught. Sure as hell, she wasn’t going to let that happen again.
She jumped when she heard a knock on the door. “Finally,” she groaned, storming over to the door and yanking it open. Big mistake.
“Cole!” she gasped, backing away.
“You are one hard ass girl to find.” Cole walked into her room, slamming the door closed. “Real hard.”
Jada kept backing up until she couldn’t back up anymore.
“Wh…what are you doing here?”
Normally she wasn’t the kind of girl to get scared, but the cold expression in his brown eyes had her toeing a thin line. Cole wasn’t like Chase. To her, Cole was a harder man who took what ever he was doing very seriously, and right now, it appeared that business was her.
Cole Sexton and his brother Chase looked a lot like each other.
Both had brown hair, but Chase’s tended to be a bit lighter. Both stood about six foot five and both had dark brown eyes. But like she thought before, Cole was more serious than Chase and it showed by his mouth. Chase has a fun grin on his lips most of the time were Cole’s was thinner, at least to her.
“I think I should be asking you that question.” He looked around her room and she slowly made her way to her things on the bed. “Get that thought right out of your damn head.” She stopped, peering up at him. Jada didn’t hear him come closer to her. “You’re not running any more.”
“Cole why don’t you take my advice and—” another knock on the door and she stopped speaking and he tensed up. “Chill out,” she rolled her eyes and brushed past him. “I ordered pizza.”
However, pizza wasn’t what greeted her when she opened the door again, but a gun.
Two men pushed forward and she backed up, raising her hands over her head. One man closed the door. “What’s up boys?” she asked, putting a smile on her face. “Car break down or something?”
“Where is it?” the one with the gun asked, cocking it back.
“You know, asking questions that aren’t specific with a gun pointed at one’s face tend to create this amnesia effect.” She pointed a finger at him from in the air. “And right now I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“Excuse me.” Cole tapped the guy lingering in the back on the shoulder. Neither saw him hiding in the corner behind the open door.
Cole grabbed the guy, by the front of his jacket and head butted him so hard it knocked him out.
Jada used the distraction to kick the one with the gun right between his legs as hard as she could. He yelled, dropped the gun, and collapsed to his knees, holding himself. She took a step back and kicked him in the face, turned and grabbed her things on the bed and made a dash for the door. Cole stopped her by grabbing her arms.
“And where the hell do you think you’re going now?” he demand
ed.
“Piss off, Cole!” She tried to yank her arm free, but he wasn’t giving so she kicked him as hard as she could in the leg. “I have to get the hell out of here before more of those assholes show up.”
He hissed before chuckling at her. He actually laughed at her while he yanked her bags from her hand and forced her out the door, still holding onto her arm.
“What the hell are you doing?” She tried again to get him to let her go and grab her stuff. “Cole I need to get out of here.”
“And you will.” He stopped next to a jeep, opened the passenger side door, and tossed her things into the back seat. “Get in.”
“No!” Her voice was a bit high pitched and strained.
“Jada,” Cole let her name draw out on a sigh. “I don’t have the patience for this shit right now. I’ve been searching for your ass for two weeks now. Celine is going to be home for a long weekend and I would like to be there. Not out here searching for your sorry ass. Now get your ass in this jeep, or I’m going to force you in and cuff you. “
She narrowed her eyes on him and put one hand on her hip. “You wouldn’t.”
Cole cocked his head to one side and his eyes narrowed on her. In fact, she could have sworn that they had a shimmer in them. Almost as if he enjoyed the challenge, she gave him.
He bent to the side, opened the glove compartment, and pulled out a set of cuffs. When she saw them she started to fight, but she might as well go back and fight those two guys in the hotel room passed out alone. Nothing she did fazed Cole.
He picked her up, cuffed one wrist, and had her sitting in the seat, putting the other on before she landed any hard blows to him.
Cole leaned in real close to her ear and whispered, “You should learn right now. Never challenge any of us. We take them personal and will take the challenge.” He backed up, closed the door, and went around the jeep to the driver side. Starting the engine, he turned his head and smiled at her. “Now be a good girl. I would hate to have to tape your mouth shut.”
* * * *
The sun was coming up eight hours later and Jada gripped the handle tightly over her head in the jeep as she bounced around in her seat thanks to Cole hitting every pothole he could find. He didn’t let her free until they were in the middle of nowhere and she had very little chance of running away. When he pulled into a gas station, he let her at least go to the bathroom alone, but when she wasn’t fast enough he came walking in as if he owned the place. All of this meant she was going to have to bide her time and try to get away later on when his guard was down. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be too long. She hated waiting.
Three years. That was how long she had been on her own, hiding, and she has been doing one hell of a job, until last night. Sure, she had half-expected Chase to be looking for her, but not Cole, and she sure as hell didn’t think that Drake was involved in it.
The first time she heard that Chase was looking for her, she made the mistake of calling him with the hopes that she could get him to back off. That backfired on her. She never thought that Chase would get his brother to track her down when he couldn’t seem to find her.
Once she found out that Chase wasn’t home with his brother, but out on his own, Jada made extra sure to stay on the go. When Cole almost caught up with her the first time she broke contact with Chase all together for six months. But a third time was not a charm for her.
Cole caught her.
“How long are you going to sulk?” Cole asked her. It was about the eighth time he had tried to speak to her since he walked in on her in the bathroom. “Never got the impression that you were the quiet type.”
She kept her mouth shut. There was no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction of speaking after he forced her to leave.
And it was definitely force. Cuffed her to the damn car on her ass!
“Jada?” Cole tried again, only to be cut off.
“Don’t talk, Cole,” she finally said, keeping her eyes forward on the road but her hand up in his face. “It only reminds me more of how much of an asshole you are.”
Cole took a deep breath. “I am trying to apologize here. Give me a damn break.”
“The only thing I want to break right now is your fucking neck,” she snapped. “And you’re only apologizing because you’re afraid your damn girl is going to cut you off for the weekend once she finds out you cuffed me to your damn jeep!”
“You are not going to put this shit all on my shoulders,” he said.
“What the hell did you expect? You’ve run from me twice. There wasn’t going to be a third. And I’m not afraid of Celine.”
“Ohhhhhh,” she waved her hands in the air. “That’s a great excuse for cuffing me to your damn jeep. Fuck you!”
“I believe that the last time you called Chase he told you that you needed protection.” He kept glancing at her, but she didn’t look at him. “He warned you that I was coming and that you were not going to run again.”
“You hand cuffed me, you dick!” she yelled, finally turning and looking at him. “And I swear by God if I would have known how much of a prick you guys were I would have told you to go fuck yourself. This is the thanks I get.”
“You were told to stop!” he yelled back. “Chase explained to you that things have changed. For Christ sakes they caught you right before we went in to get Kane and Sasha.”
She raised her hand up in his face again. “Stuff it. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” She turned back around in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Too damn bad!” he snapped. My brother risked his damn life for you so you are going to listen to what I’ve got to say. Like it or not, I don’t give a shit.”
“Eat shit and die,” she said through her teeth.
Cole skidded to a stop in front of a large log home, where two people were lounging on a wrap around porch. A blonde girl and one huge ass guy stood up when she got out. She didn’t really look at them, but something about the big guy looked familiar to her. She just couldn’t place him.
“Jada, we’re not done,” Cole said when she got out of the jeep.
“Yes, we are,” Jada snapped back. I would rather have teeth pulled without drugs than try to have a normal conversation with you!” She yanked her two large bags from the back seat and looked him up and down. “Can you even have a normal conversation?”
“You’re acting like a spoiled brat.” Cole growled, pointing his finger at her. “And that damn mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble one day.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
“Hello, Jada.” A woman came out with a smile. “I’m Carrick, Drake’s wife.”
Jada stopped and smiled sweetly at her. “You in charge of this zoo?”
She laughed, “Some what.”
“Be careful, Carrick,” Cole said from behind her. “She has a very bitter yet charming personality.”
“How would you like my fist down your charming personality?”
Jada kept her voice sweet and turned with a smile to him. Cole walked up to the porch and shook hands with the other man leaning against a support beam. Again, she was hit with that nagging feeling that she had seen him before, but she shook it off. She was too pissed to think about who she did or didn’t know. Shaking her head, she walked up to the porch, “Who the hell are you? The Incredible Hulk on steroids?” Jada cocked her head to one side, looking him up and down.
“Jada, you remember…” Cole began.
“Don’t give a shit,” Jada sang back while she walked into the house with her bags. But she still heard the comments from the porch.
“Lovely girl.”
“You have no idea,” Cole chuckled. “Stay away from that one, she bites real hard.”
“So do I.”
Jada closed the door looked over her shoulder and quickly made her way to the back of the house. She smiled when she saw the door, but the smile vanished when she went through it and s
omeone grabbed her arm, turned, and dragged right back inside. This time the grip on her arm was a lot tighter than the one Cole had on her.
She kept her mouth shut, and it probably was the best thing she could do. A big ass guy practically dragged her back into the house and into the front room. His steps were so wide that she was almost jogging to keep up with him. He pushed her to the stairs, pulled her all the way up into a bedroom, and shoved her inside.
“You need to lighten up on the red meat,” she said, turning around to face him. “Hear it tends to bring out aggression if you eat too much.” He said nothing. “Drake right?” she pointed her finger at him then snapped the fingers. “Long time no see. How’ve you been?”
He cocked his head to one side, arms crossed over his chest. She supposed by the look he gave her, the cold emotionless eyes were supposed to have her trembling or something.
They didn’t.
“No more running,” he said. “No more hiding.”
“Says who?” She crossed her arms over her chest also and narrowed her eyes, giving him the same “I don’t give a shit” look.
“You’re not my boss.”
He snickered then stormed up to her. Jada jumped back. “For now, I am. You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me sending Cole out to get your ass.”
“Am I supposed to thank you for that?” She moved around him, putting more distance between them. “I don’t recall asking for anyone’s help. I do just find on my own.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” He scratched his chin. “Two sent to get your ass, one had a gun.” Her jaw dropped open. “He called me while you were in the bathroom.”
“You can’t keep me here.” She dashed towards the doorway and slammed into one large ass chest that was solid muscle. Jada slowly took two steps back and looked up.
Kane! That was the guy. He was fucking huge. Something she knew for a fact wasn’t so the last time she saw him. The three years of freedom had done wonders for him and he appeared stronger than what she remembered. He was still tall, but the rest of him looked like it had grown another person. Those shoulders and chest took up just about the whole span of the doorway, leaving maybe an inch of space on both sides. One of his legs was thicker than hers put together. The term big was an understatement. Kane was a fucking giant.
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