Before she knew it, Cassidy was shaking with one of the most intense orgasms she’d had in a very long time. Her fingers were soaked from more than the water, and she could barely hold herself up in the shower.
She’d masturbated while thinking about Leo, actually getting herself off. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d done that.
Feeling relaxed, even if she was still turned way the hell on, Cassidy leaned into the hot water and finished her shower. She had no idea where things between her and Leo might go. She wasn’t ready to jump into a relationship—yet—but she wasn’t opposed to seeing whether the chemistry they had would continue to grow or eventually settle into a comfortable friendship.
Smiling, Cassidy climbed out of the tub and headed for her closet. She had to figure out what to wear, get her son, hurry him up so he’d be ready when Leo got there, and then try to relax enough to enjoy dinner and not let on what she’d done in the shower.
All in all, things were looking up. For the first time in years, Cassidy was actually excited about the future.
Lloyd Robinson wasn’t happy. The shit had indeed hit the fan, and Michael’s entire organization had erupted in chaos after his body had been found. Instead of working together, all of his lieutenants were fighting a bloody battle to take control of the mansion, along with the people who lived and worked there.
Lloyd had managed to clean out Michael’s safe, and he and Martin had gotten away with several hundred thousand dollars’ worth of drug money. Unfortunately, Michael’s lieutenants suspected what they’d done, and they were enemy number one in Kingston right now.
They were currently sitting in a shitty motel in one of the worst parts of the city, lying low, saving as much money as they could before heading to the United States.
“We need to get to Ocho Rios,” Martin said.
“Agreed,” Lloyd said. “We’ll stay there for a while, just long enough to let the dust settle. Then we’ll catch a plane to Texas.”
Martin nodded. He hadn’t been fully on board with Lloyd’s plan at first, but eventually he’d come around. “You think we’ll be able to find G?”
“Fuck him,” Lloyd said. “I’m guessing nothing we learned about him was true. I’m more interested in Cassidy.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s somehow behind all this! You know how desperate she was to get out of here. I’m thinking she must have contacted someone in the States, and that’s why G arrived, why Michael is now dead and we’re out of a job. It’s her fault—and she’s gonna pay.”
“How?”
“By losing the one thing she loves most in this world,” Lloyd said with a sneer.
“The brat?”
“Yeah. Him. We’ll bring him back to Jamaica and turn him into the biggest drug dealer this country’s ever seen!”
Martin looked confused. “Why don’t we just kill him?”
“No. I want to kidnap the little shit. And I want her to know what our plans are. I want her to die knowing everything that happens to him is her fault,” Lloyd said, growing hard at the thought of having Cassidy Hewitt at his mercy. “She’ll suffer twice as much knowing her precious kid will be dragged back into the drug trade. That he’s gonna end up being a ruthless killer. Nothing will hurt her more than knowing that.”
Martin didn’t look convinced. “Do you know where she is?”
Lloyd tamped down his irritation. Martin wasn’t very smart, but he was obedient. He did whatever he was told, which was what Lloyd needed right now. “Not yet, but I will.”
“How?”
“I’ve got her parents’ phone number. She always called them on my phone. The area code is El Paso. We’ll head there and find them.”
Finally, Martin’s eyes lit up with excitement. Getting information was the man’s area of expertise. Lloyd would let him torture Cassidy’s parents to get details on her whereabouts. Then he’d have his fun with the bitch herself.
“First we need to get to Ocho Rios and regroup,” Lloyd said. “Maybe recruit some others to help. Then we’ll make our move. I want Cassidy to relax. Feel comfortable in her new life. Let down her guard. Then we’ll strike when she least expects it. It’ll be a piece of cake.”
“Sounds fun,” Martin said. “We gonna get a piece of that ass before we kill her?”
Lloyd looked at the other man as if he’d just said something completely stupid. “Of course. When I have my fill, you’ll get your shot. Then anyone else who’s joined us. Then, after she hears all our plans for the kid, we’ll kill her.”
“Awesome,” Martin breathed.
Lloyd could see the other man’s cock tenting his pants. His own dick twitched again. He’d dreamed about bringing Cassidy down a peg or two, only keeping his distance on Michael’s orders. But Michael was dead—and the bitch was gonna be his, no matter what. She’d learn to respect him if it was the last thing she did.
Zipping up the bag with the money he’d stolen from his dead boss, Lloyd stood and gestured to the door. “Come on, let’s get moving. We’ve got plans to make.”
Chapter Eleven
Gramps looked down at his phone and couldn’t stop the smile creeping over his face.
Mario: There’s a spider in the bathtub, can you come over?
Cassidy’s son had gotten into the habit of texting him almost every evening. At first it had worried him, making him assume something was horribly wrong. Mario would tell him he’d heard a funny noise. Or that Cassidy was crying. He’d race over to their apartment, only to find Cassidy confused about why he was there . . . and Mario doing his best not to look guilty.
But he couldn’t get upset at the boy, since Gramps had ended up right where he wanted to be. Hanging out with the woman and boy who were fast becoming the most important people in his life.
Chuckling, Gramps texted Mario back.
Gramps: I’m sure if you asked your mom, she’d kill it for you.
Mario: She’s more scared of them than I am. Please?
Gramps: On my way.
Mario’s response was nothing but a string of emojis.
Gramps knew he should be nipping Mario’s behavior in the bud, but honestly, he didn’t want to. He liked that Mario wanted him near. Liked spending time with him. It had been two weeks since they’d returned from Jamaica, and he was impressed at how quickly Cassidy was settling into a routine.
She’d kept Mario home with her, deciding to homeschool him for now; neither was quite ready for him to go back to school full time, or to be separated from each other all day. She looked after a couple of children during the mornings and early afternoons, they’d go to Silverstone Towing afterward to hang out with Archer—and Gramps, because there was no way he could stay away from her—and then they’d head back to their apartment around dinnertime.
And inevitably around eight o’clock or so, Gramps would get a text from Mario asking if he would come over.
The other guys didn’t know how much time he’d been spending with Cassidy and her son, not that they’d care. They were busy with their wives. The four of them still talked every day, still helped out at Silverstone Towing, but it was obvious the other men’s priorities lay elsewhere. Gramps was thrilled for them. Loved seeing them so happy. He genuinely adored Skylar, Taylor, and Molly, and the three women had been nothing but welcoming toward Cassidy and Mario. But with his friends otherwise occupied, that left Gramps free to spend as much time with Cassidy as possible.