Fat Louise(32)

“You don’t think Raul would really hurt us, do you?” Bailey asked when Cade went to scout ahead.

Jane remained silent, not wanting to lie.

“Why would he hurt us when he can get money out of Dad?”

Jane couldn’t keep the contempt out of her eyes at Bailey’s unconcern for their father being extorted by her husband.

“Don’t look at me that way!” sneered Bailey. “You’re no goody two shoes. You hang out with bikers and trash.”

“Don’t talk about my friends that way,” Jane warned in a low voice.

“It’s true. Hell, you’re nothing but their little ass kisser. Anytime they need something done that none of them want to do, they just get you to do it.”

“It’s not true, and you know it for a fact.” Jane leaned forward so Bailey couldn’t mistake her meaning. “You don’t like them because they know you’re a fucking bitch. You’re afraid of Sex Piston, Killyama, T.A., and Crazy Bitch.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are, and we both know why.” Jane had dealt with enough.

Standing up, she walked away to put a few feet between her and her sister. She walked farther than she realized and stared around in dismay, not seeing Bailey or Cade. She spun in a circle, not spotting anything she recognized, and began to panic. She was totally confused as to which direction she had come from.

While her instincts screamed at her to keep moving, calm reasoning kicked in, and she stood still, hoping the soldiers didn’t find her before Cade.

She didn’t see him until he was almost on her.

“What in the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry. I got lost.”

His hands reached out, grabbing her arms. “You’re lucky I don’t pull those pants down and smack that ass.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated with tears brimming in her eyes.

“Stop crying!” Cade said heartlessly. His face was a mask of harsh recrimination. “Are you trying to get us all killed? Were you trying to get my attention?”

“No!” Jane was aghast at his interpretation of what had happened.

“Well, you have all my attention now, so what are you going to do with it?” he went on, ignoring her denial.

“What?”

Cade jerked her to his chest, his mouth cruelly covering her trembling one. She tried to turn her head, but his hand went to her jaw, holding her in place.

“You wanted to kiss me again, didn’t you?” he gibed.

He covered her mouth again before she could deny his accusation, trying to part her lips with his tongue. Jane refused to let him deepen the kiss, but Cade wasn’t a man who took denial easily.

“Open your mouth.”

Jane tightened her lips, giving a whimper as his knuckles brushed against her nipples. With a gasp of shock, her lips finally parted, and his tongue claimed her mouth, discovering the sweet interior without caring, seeking to humiliate her. Jane managed to put her hands on his chest, thrusting herself away from him.

“You bastard.”

“That’s right. I am. And I’m fed up with you two. Both of you need to quit worrying about who’s going to get inside my pants instead of getting our asses out of here alive!”

“Bailey can have your damn dick. I don’t want it.”

“Oh, you want it, Jane. Don’t lie.” His eyes traveled insultingly over her body. “I don’t even mind taking both of you up on your invitations, but you’ll have to wait until we’re in a hotel where I don’t have to worry about being sneaked up on by drug runners while taking a piece of pussy.”

Jane could only look at him with wounded eyes at his sarcasm. She refused to deny his accusations any further.

“Which way back?”

When Cade pointed to the direction over her shoulder with a mocking twist to his lips, Jane pivoted on her blistered feet and began walking. She didn’t say a word to him, dismayed at how long it took her to walk back to a furious Bailey who was waiting for her return.

“Could you be any more childish?”

“Forget it. Let’s get going,” Cade interrupted Bailey’s coming storm.

The three took off. Jane was already tired from her impetuous walk, and Cade hadn’t given her time to rest. He pushed them toward the border with no consideration that both women were tired and hungry.

“Fuck.” As Cade came to a stop, Jane barreled into him from behind.

“What?” she asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

“We have a welcoming committee.”



Chapter 13





The three of them stared at the mass of people trying to get through the border. Well before that were several men in Jeeps who were looking through the crowds as they passed.