Cash's Fight(114)

Cash spread the word, and the brothers from Ohio headed back there while the rest went back to Treepoint.

He was anxious to see Rachel and make sure she was all right. The last he had seen of her was when he made sure Rider had followed his orders to get her away as fast as possible.

He made a quick stop in Jamestown to drop off an envelope filled with cash to Connie. The woman deserved it for stopping what could have been a tragedy and saving Rachel’s life. He was unlucky enough to find her there. Suffering through her grateful hug, he left hurriedly when her hand went to his crotch. His gratitude didn’t include a mercy fuck.

“Call me,” she had yelled from the door of the bar.

Cash had to remind himself to be nice, that she had saved hundreds of lives keeping radiation from being released, but it was still difficult when she called him, trying to get him to turn back. He almost threw his phone away, turning her down instead.

He had to stop by Knox’s office to file the report he’d promised Homeland Security. Viper and the others had gone on ahead, leaving him to take care of the details. He had to bite back his disappointment at finding Rachel had already left. He was becoming more aggravated by the moment.

It was almost dark before he pulled up in front of Mag’s house. He was sore and tired, but he just wanted to make sure Rachel was okay and hold her. Then he would give her fucking hell for leaving him this morning. If she had stay put, she would have been out of harm’s way.

He climbed off his bike, coming to a stop when he saw Rachel standing on the porch with a shotgun pointed at him.

“Get on your bike and go on to the clubhouse,” Rachel yelled.

“Why in the hell are you pointing your gun at me?” Cash had thought she would be upset after last night, but not to this extent. The day they’d had should have had them spending the night together, lucky to be alive, but did a Porter ever react the way a normal person would? Fuck no.

“Killyama just called me. She said she saw you at a bar in Jamestown, all cozy with a woman there. She had your dick in her freaking hand. Go on back to her and stay away from me.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I can explain.” Cash took a step forward, only to stop when she shot at his feet.

“Dammit, Rachel! I want to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to you again. Go away!”

“That’s my grandmother’s house you’re living in.” His patience was decidedly becoming strained from having his woman shoot at him. Dammit, he had saved her life; he deserved a reward, not having his head blown off.

“She’s not your grandmother anymore, she’s mine.”

“You can’t confiscate my grandmother,” he told her, admiring her figure in the tight jeans and t-shirt. There was something sexy about a woman who could handle a gun.

“Yes, she can. I told her I would take the trade. I have to watch out for my great-grandbaby,” Mag yelled out from the house.

Cash was going to give that old woman hell when he could get close to her again, and he could tell that wasn’t going to happen with a vengeful Rachel standing guard on the front porch. He was going to have to leave until he could come up with a plan.

Climbing on his bike, he sat there and debated storming the porch until another shot rang out, going through the helmet he kept for Rachel.

She is going to pay for that, he thought, starting the motor.

Putting those two women together was a mistake he was going to have to pay for over several years to come. He was going to personally thank Shade when he got back to the clubhouse. The mean bastard better come up with a way out of this mess.

* * *

Rachel quietly opened the front door. It was still dark outside, and she didn’t want to wake Mag. She was terrified, if she did, she wouldn’t have the strength to leave. She turned, closing the door behind her, and gave a startled scream when Cash spoke behind her.

“Going somewhere?” He was sitting on Mag’s swing, his boot moving the swing back and forth.

“What are you doing here?”

“Keeping you from running off again.”

Rachel knew it was useless denying it since she was holding her suitcase in her hand.

“I need to go to the university to finish up the work on my dissertation; it’s due this week.”

“Lily told me. Funny that you didn’t plan on going there until yesterday.”

“A lot happened yesterday. I almost got killed.”

“The whole state almost died,” Cash corrected her.

“Yes. He planned it that way, didn’t he?”

“Yep. It would have drawn the attention to the organization he was involved with, to prove how incapable the government was... I don’t know… for whatever crazy ass reason they came up with to take innocent lives.”