Page 78 of Cash

There was only one way to find out.

As the blade slid across my skin, I moaned. My eyes closed, and I blew out a breath.

Fuck, that hurts.

I had forgotten the pain. My legs had become numb. The nerve endings had been cut and sliced so many times that all I had was the blood. This new area of my body gave them my pain. It was what they really craved.

I gave them the pain, so I didn’t have to feel it.

My hands dropped to the bed as the blood dripped down my sides. My body relaxed. The trickle moved slowly, but the screams were loud. They took their time letting me know how unhappy they were.

Once the monsters were sated, I fell asleep. I woke up as the sun was setting and I realized I never made it to meet Cash. I grabbed my phone and saw dozens of missed calls and texts.

“Shit.”

I sent him a text telling him I was sorry. And a few seconds later, my phone rang.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Hello to you too. I am doing fine, how about you?”

“Kytten,” he growled.

“Don’t call me that, asshole.”

His breaths were heavy through the phone, and I closed my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Rosie. When you didn’t show up, I got worried. The women can be a lot, and I don’t want them scaring you off.”

“They are a lot, but they didn’t scare me off. You should meet the women I grew up with. If they didn’t scare me off, no one will.”

I heard him chuckle, and my whole body warmed at the sound. I didn’t talk to him on the phone much. Usually, we met on the mountain.

“I fell asleep and just woke up. I’m sorry you got worried. But I told you I can take care of myself.”

“Can and have to are two separate things, baby.”

I loved it when he called me baby. Almost as much as when he called me Rosie.

“Come to the clubhouse. It’s getting too dark to drive up the mountain.”

“No.”

“I want to see you, Rosie. I want to kiss your lips and finger your pussy.”

My sharp inhale made him laugh. I closed my eyes and let the memory of the orgasms he gave me wash over me.

“Come, Rosie,” he said in a deep voice that almost worked.

“Friday,” I breathed, caught up in the way his words affected me.

“What about Friday?”

“I was invited to the party on Friday. I’ll come then.”

“You’ll come to the clubhouse? So I can introduce you to my brothers?” I nodded, despite knowing he couldn’t see me. “And you’ll stay the night?”

“Cash.”