Page 80 of Cash

She never held back when it came to the things she saw and experienced, and she knew that despite my age, men would always want me to feed their sick fetishes.

But she taught me how to protect myself. And I used my size to my advantage. That meant people often underestimated what I was capable of.

Men like the pricks outside the hotel.

“Hey, little girl. That looks like a lot of fucking power to have between your legs. Come ride me first. I can teach how to handle some fucking steel,” he said, his hand holding his junk as he thrust his hips forward.

I think it was meant to be sexy.

Boy, did he miss the mark on that one.

“No thanks.”

The man laughed and turned to his friend. “She thinks that was a fucking offer.” He walked toward me as I stuffed my shit inthe bike and climbed on. “It was a fucking order, little girl. Get off the damn bike and get on my cock.”

I started the bike and waited until he got close. It didn’t matter what side he walked up to; Val had spent months teaching me to be as good with my right hand as I was with my left.

I had pulled a blade from the saddlebag. Different from the one that belonged to Thorne. I wouldn’t tarnish his blade with this asshole’s blood.

No, only your own.

Not the fucking time, bitch.

When he reached for me, I flicked the blade open and stuck it against his dick. Either he wasn’t hard, or he was fucking tiny. ’Cause I couldn’t feel anything, not like I could feel Cash when I had done this same thing to him.

Not the time to think about him.

“I said, no thanks. I was trying to be fucking polite. But if you need me to be more direct,” I said as I pushed it further against his limp dick. “Not a fucking chance in hell, asshole.”

His eyes rounded like saucers before he narrowed them in anger and called out loud enough for the other man to hear him, “Bitch, I wouldn’t fuck you with my brother’s dick. I don’t fuck children.”

Yea, buddy, sure you don’t.

“Back up slowly and no one will know you almost had your dick cut off by a ‘little girl’.”

“This isn’t over, cunt,” he sneered as he backed away.

I walked the bike backwards out of the spot, never taking my eyes off the two bastards, and cursed the monsters because I didn’t back it in last night. I was too focused on calling Val and then feeding them.

If I had just slowed down and thought clearly, I would have backed in and been gone before he got near me. It didn’t matter now because I wouldn’t be coming back here.

I followed the GPS to the ranch Sypher was staying at. When I pulled in, a real live cowboy met me at the gate.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

The man laughed, and I shivered as the sound washed over me.

“Hello, I’m Grayson Powell. You must be Kytten?”

I nodded, still in awe of this man standing before me. He was goddamn hot. From his cowboy boots and wrangler jeans to the Stetson hat on his head. Talk about a tall drink of water.

But as good looking as he was... he wasn’t Cash.

“One of my guys will show you how to get to the cabin.”

When I saw another freaking cowboy walking over with a horse, I tried to swallow my fear. “Can I take my bike?” I asked, my eyes never leaving the giant beast.

“Of course, just don’t follow too closely or the horse might spook,” Grayson said.