Thor picked up several folders. Cassie recognized them as the folders she had made on the people she had met or seen at Jimmy’s apartment or around Julia.
“You gathered this information?”
“Yes.”
“It’s very thorough. We have someone trying to locate the people in your sketches and we’re also looking into your theory about Julia’s involvement with drugs in Chicago.”
Cassie kept quiet. She could have told him her theory about Julia’s father’s involvement with the drug gangs of Chicago but why should she when he probably wouldn’t believe her? She waited for several minutes. When Thor didn’t ask her any further questions, she stood up, and then brushed off her jeans, deliberately drawing attention to them. “I’d like the battery to my car and my car key now. I’m leaving.”
Thor sighed. “You can’t go home to your apartment. It’s not safe.”
“I can’t stay here. It will put Addison and Jenna at risk. Besides Addison and Cade just got married. I’m sure they have plans.”
“You’re going to stay at our house,” Logan said.
“No.” Cassie turned back to Thor. “I want my battery and my car key. I’m going home or you can put me in protective custody.”
Thor grinned then pointed at Luc and Logan. “I’m putting Cassie in your custody. If you let anything happen to her, I’ll kill you.”
“No. I’ll only agree to go into Federal protective custody.”
“We don’t know who else is involved with this and until we do we can’t trust anyone else,” Jackson said.
“I’ll stay at Addison’s house in town. Ben and Mac can stay with me.”
“I’ve sent them back to Dallas,” Thor said.
“Then, I’ll stay at your house in Dallas. It’s secure and you’re not there.”
“Cassandra, as your godfather and your employer, I’m ordering you to go with Luc and Logan until we figure out who’s after you.”
“I’ve been offered a job in Houston. I’ve decided to accept it. So, you’re no longer my employer and I’m too old to need a godfather.”
Luc stepped up on her left and Logan on her right. “Tonight you’re going home with us. You’re going to eat something and then get some rest, Cassandra. In the morning, we’re going to figure out what you know that’s got them so nervous. Do you understand?”
“I understand that as usual you’re not listening to me,” Cassie said.
“You told Marisol you were remembering things,” Luc said.
“I lied,” Cassie said, thinking they already thought she was a liar so she might as well lie to them now.
“Cassandra,” Luc said, a clear warning in his voice. “What have you remembered?”
“The tattoo on the man’s left hand. You have a copy of the sketch I drew.”
“What else have you remembered?” Thor asked.
“You don’t need to concern yourself with that anymore. I have someone else investigating this for me.”
“Who the hell have you contacted?” Logan asked, his voice harsh.
“That’s none of your business, Logan.”
“Dammit, Cassandra,” Luc said. “I’m going to blister your ass.”
She smiled. “Red—to everything.”
Luc crowded her. “You’re staying with us, and you’re going to tell us everything you know about Julia and her friends.”
Cassie turned her back on him and walked away from both of them. “I’ll stay until Ben and Mac can get back here. Then I’m leaving. I’ll stay at Addison’s house or if not there, anywhere away from all of you.” She walked out of the room.
“A word of warning,” Thor said. “Cassie can hotwire a car faster than you can catch her. Her father taught her all the tricks in the book. Don’t ever underestimate her again.”
“When did we ever do that?” Logan asked.
Thor laughed. “How’d the two of you end up zip tied and covered in ice cream? How’d we end up thinking she had hitched a ride with a trucker?”
“She got the jump on us the first time,” Logan said, “and the second time she laid a false trail.”
“Exactly. Because she’s small and delicate, you both underestimated her skills and she got the jump on you not once but twice. If she hadn’t slipped up and told Marisol she was driving a beige tank, we’d never have found her.”
“She won’t get away from us this time,” Logan said before going after her.
Luc nodded then left the room. Instead of going in search of Cassie, he stepped out onto the porch. He heard Logan’s footstep as he moved up beside him.
“Where is she?” Luc asked.
“In the kitchen with Addison, Jenna, and Marisol.”
“Is she eating?”
“No.”
“We fucked up.”
“Yes.”
“What do you think she’s going to do?”
“I’m more concerned about what she’s not going to do.”
“Forgive us?”
“We’ve broken trust with her. We have to earn it back.”
“That might take time we don’t have.”
Logan nodded. “Then we better get started.”
As soon as they entered the house Jackson threw Cassie’s backpack toward them.
Logan caught it by a strap and let it swing a few times before lifting it. “Damn, this is heavy. What’s in it?”
Jackson laughed. “My advice to you—don’t give it to Cassie. As soon as you get her home, do a full body cavity search and one of you stay awake at all times.”
Logan opened the backpack and placed the guns, ammunition, knives, and other items onto the foyer table. “Damn, where the hell did she get all this?”
“Her dad.” Thor stepped up and pushed several items aside before he picked up a small but lethal knife. “Damn, I haven’t seen this in years. Ryan always carried it.”
Cassie pushed her way between them and took the knife out of his hands. “That’s mine.” She dropped it back into the backpack then shoved the rest of the weapons and her clothes on top of it. She hugged the backpack to her chest. “Don’t mess with my stuff and I won’t have to use it on you.” Giving them a fierce glare, she turned and walked away. At the open door she stopped and looked back. “Well, are we going or not?”
Logan hurried after her. “Sugar, promise me you won’t shoot me.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t, Logan. Guns make too much noise.”
Luc smiled. At the door he turned back. “We’ll see you at breakfast if we live through the night.”
Cassie jerked the door of the truck open, threw her bag in the backseat, and then climbed in after it. Logan started to climb in beside her and she placed her foot against the middle of his stomach and pushed him back. “No. You sit in the front with Luc.”
“Luc and I know we fucked up, and you have every right to be mad at us, but we’re willing to do anything to earn your forgiveness.
“I don’t trust you and I don’t want to be around either one of you, so do me a favor and keep your distance.”
Luc climbed into the truck. “Sorry, sugar, but now that we know how easy it is for you to escape one of us is going to have to be with you at all times.”
Cassie shrugged even though she felt like crying. “Whatever.”
Luc started the engine and backed out. The tension in the truck matched the depth of the silence as they drove the short distance to Luc and Logan’s home. Cassie stared out into the darkness beyond the window. The moon was barely up but she felt exhausted, as if someone had sucked all the energy out of her. Her nerves were humming and she had to force herself to keep from fidgeting. Luc pulled the truck to a stop and turned off the engine and she grabbed for her backpack but Logan got to it first.
“Sorry, sugar, but we’re going to have to confiscate this.” Logan opened his door and stepped out.
Cassie bit her lip then jumped down from the truck and walked by him. “Fine, but when I leave I want it back.” She climbed the
steps to the porch.
Luc stepped around her and pushed the door open and she stepped into the house. The memory of the first time she had entered the house swamped her and tears glazed her eyes. She walked toward the steps.
“We’re going to eat first,” Luc said.
“I’m taking a shower then I’m going to bed,” Cassie said as she took the first step.
“I’ll bring some food up,” Logan said. “You go with her.”
Luc nodded then followed Cassie up the stairs. He saw her enter the stairs to the third floor and followed her. By the time he got to the room she was already in the bathroom and the door was closed. He tried the knob. It was locked. He banged on the door. “Cassandra, unlock the door. I want to apologize to you and I want to see your face when I do. Please, sugar.”
“I’m not your prisoner or your sub, and Logan already told me you’re both sorry.”
Luc leaned against the wall for a moment then moved to the chair and sat down and waited.
A few minutes later, Logan carried a tray into the room. “What’s going on? I thought we were going to stay in the master suite.”
“She came up here before I could catch up to her. She’s not going to forgive us.”
“If she wants to stay here then we’ll let her. We’ll stay with her.”
Luc grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich and took a bite.
Logan pulled the second chair over to the table. After sitting down, he chose a sandwich and began eating it. “How long you think she’ll be in there?”
Luc opened a chocolate pudding cup and took a bite then shrugged. “How many gallons of hot water do we have?”
Logan got up and went over and tapped on the door. “Cassie, we have sandwiches and chocolate pudding out here. Come out, sugar, and eat.” His request was met with silence so he returned to his chair and poured himself a glass of sweet tea.
Luc sighed, put the empty container down, then got up and went over to the door. “Cassandra, we fixed the exhaust unit so it can’t be removed again. You might as well come out here and eat.”
A few minutes later the door opened and a wall of steam flowed out of the bathroom followed by Cassie still dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. She walked over to the bed and set the multi-tool she had been using on the bedside table before she slid into the bed. She fluffed the pillows and pulled the blankets up around her shoulders, then curled up on her left side. A second later she reached out and turned the lamp off.
Luc moved to the side of the bed, picked up the multi-tool, then set it back down. “I’ll search the bathroom, Logan. You search this room.”
Cassie snorted. They’d never find all the things she’d hidden in every other room of the house. She closed her eyes then took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and exhaled. Gradually, she managed to relax and quiet her mind by using the meditation methods her father had taught her.
* * * *
Several hours later, Luc opened his eyes and saw Logan looking back at him. Together he and Logan leaned up on their arms without removing their hands from Cassie’s bare breasts. They could see her face in the dimmed light of the room. She moaned then cried out in her sleep as tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. She moaned again, then thrashed her legs as if she was attempting to kick something or someone away from her.
“Should we wake her up?” Logan asked, his voice soft.
“No.” Luc slid his arm under her then gently pulled her against him as he rolled onto his back. He arranged her until she was lying half over him with her head on his chest.
Logan spooned her and pressed his chest against her back as he slid his arm around her waist and cupped her breast. He placed a line of soft kisses on her back and felt her settle between them. “She’s remembering,”
“Yes,” Luc said. “We need to talk to Doc Marshall in the morning.”
“You think Doctor Carson is involved?”
Luc combed his fingers through Cassie’s hair. “No, but what do you know about Thompson?”
“Other than the fact he’s a Dom and a member of Club Mystique?” Logan asked. “He’s on the drug task force.”
“He probably knew Don Wilson. As far as I’m concerned that makes him a suspect. Plus, he’s the person who sent Cassie to Doctor Carson.” Luc stroked her hair again then sighed. “Cassie needs to start talking.”
“Do you think she will?”
Luc adjusted his pillow then rested his chin on the top of Cassie’s head. “No.”
“She’s going to be pissed off when she wakes up and realizes we undressed her,” Logan said.
Luc smiled into the darkness. It had been easy to undress her without waking her. “I’d rather fight with her than have her ignore us.”
Logan hummed an agreement. “Remember the rules in Maggie’s brochure—don’t get angry or frustrated with your sub and have a plan.”
“Bro, come on, you know that brochure is total bullshit,” Luc said. “It’s about horses, not subs.”
“Jackson says subs are like horses.”
“Jackson would live in the stables if Jenna would let him. Horses don’t want to know what you’re feeling. They don’t cry if you don’t call. They don’t want attention during the big game.”
“It’s still good advice.”
“Fine. We won’t get mad and we’ve already got a plan. By this time tomorrow she’ll have forgiven us and we’ll be fucking her in the master suite.”
* * * *
Three days later, Cassie slid sideways in the chair she was sitting in and slung her legs over the arm then swung her bare foot back and forth. She tipped her sketchpad toward the window and examined the drawing she’d just completed. She smiled then looked up and saw Luc talking on the phone, watching her with the same frustrated look he had worn on his face yesterday and the day before that. She swept her gaze across the room to Logan and he smiled at her. Their version of good Dom, bad Dom, she thought to herself, then gave them a big toothy smile before returning her attention to her drawing and doodling along the edge.
For the last three mornings, she had woken up in the bed in the playroom, naked, with Luc and Logan on either side of her. The first morning she had cussed them out then ignored them for the rest of the day. That night she had stubbornly curled up in the chair and had eventually fallen asleep. Sometime during the night they had undressed her and tucked her into the bed between them. When she woke up the next morning, she’d had a hard cock digging into her hip on either side of her. She’d grasped their cocks and squeezed them until their hazel eyes had popped open. Logan had looked alarmed but Luc had pumped his hips then smiled. She had released them then stood up and stepped over Luc, straddling his hips and giving him a good view of her pussy. When he slid his hands up her calves, she’d smiled at him then jumped from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
This morning she’d woken up sandwiched between them. Before she could stop herself, she’d wiggled her hips and a soft moan of pleasure had escaped her when Luc’s cock had slipped between her legs. The temptation to squeeze her legs together and slide her clit over his cock had been nearly more than she could resist. Her body would still be humming with need if she hadn’t taken care of the problem herself.
As long as she lived, she’d never forget the looks on their faces when she’d opened the bathroom door this morning after a very loud masturbation session in the shower. Luc and Logan had been waiting for her. Their hazel eyes had blazed with lust. Their erections had pointed in her direction. Logan’s cock had jerked when she’d looked at it almost as if it was doing a happy dance because it had her attention. Luc’s cock had remained still and pointed straight at her like a missile ready to be fired. Before she could take off, Luc had wrapped himself around her. Then with a deep growl he’d pulled her belly flush with his and he’d said, “If you don’t want this say so now.” She’d smiled, and wiggled her way down his belly, leaving behind a slick line of her cream, until she felt the head of his cock against her pussy. Then s
he’d slowly impaled herself on him.
Logan had pressed up against her back as she’d raised and lowered herself on Luc.
“Sugar, I’m going to play with your ass,” he’d said right before she’d felt a lube-slicked finger begin to circle her rosette and then press into it.
She’d heard him go to his knees behind her while he’d slid his finger all the way into her. She’d raised and lowered herself onto Luc’s cock and swiveled her hips and moaned when Logan had slid a second finger into her. She’d screamed with pleasure as sizzling hot waves of pleasure had rippled through her as Luc filled her with his hot cum. Logan had pulled his fingers from her ass then tugged her away from Luc. He’d laid her on the bed, on her back, with her legs hanging over the edge.
“Sugar, if you don’t want me to fuck your ass you better say so now,” Logan had said and she’d begged him to fuck her ass.
Luc had handed Logan a condom then he’d laid down on the bed beside her and kissed her before he’d lifted her and had pressed her back against his chest. He’d reached down and grasped her legs behind her knees then pulled them up to her chest and she’d been completely exposed to Logan. She’d sucked in huge gulps of air as she’d felt Logan press the head of his cock against her anus and begin to press inward. She’d wiggled as the pressure increased and he’d pulled away then pushed into her again.
“Oh, Logan, that feels so good,” she’d said.
“Does it, sugar?” he’d asked as he’d pressed into her until his pelvis was against her ass.
“Oh, my god, that feels so good,” she’d screamed. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She’d wiggled and felt him slip in deeper. The way Luc had held her had put them in total control of her movements and all she’d been able to do was wiggle her hips from side to side.
“That’s it, sugar,” Logan had said as she’d begged him to move.
Luc had chuckled then he’d reached down and stroked her clit before he’d slid two fingers into her pussy. “Is this what you want? Do you need my fingers in your pretty little pussy?”
“Yes, oh, yes, Luc,” she’d said as her hand had wrapped around his cock. She’d heard him groan as she stroked him and had run her thumb over the head of his cock again and again.
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