Chapter Seven

Cash

They say goal of prison is to reform and rehabilitate, but in my case, that couldn't be further from the truth. During my three-year stint in prison, I made a lot of connections and honed my skills. I learned how to not get caught the next time.

You see, it's not the biggest man who survives in prison, but the smartest one. Not to toot my own horn, but I am a goddamn genius, at least when it comes to numbers. It helps that I am built like a tank too, so prison was smooth sailing for me.

One of the connections I am grateful to have made in prison is a man named Fredrick Richardson. He is an ugly motherfucker, but he can get any official documents through legal or illegal channels. Either way, I don't care how he does it as long as I get what I want.

Last night, I asked him for everything he could find on Kayla's parents from their backgrounds, assets, and wills to their bank statements and everything in between. He said it was going to cost me, but I was willing to pay any price, and I wired him the money as soon as he gave me the exact sum. Freddy knows better than to scam me. I would hunt him down and break him in ways he would never think possible.

It's a side of me that Kayla has yet to meet.

She saw glimpses of it last night, but she managed to push back the beast before he could come out for blood. Neither of her stepbrothers would have made it out of that alley alive if she hadn't stopped me.

My thoughts drift to Kayla as I wait for Freddy to send me everything I requested. I could have done all this work back at our place, but I wasn't going to get anything done with my distraction in the same house as me. I opted instead to work at the clubhouse. Every club officer has a private room with an ensuite that's free to use whenever and however it's needed. A few of the single guys live in their rooms full-time, but I need my peace and quiet, so I rented my own condo, which I've been sharing with Kayla since the day we met.

I may not live at the clubhouse, but I've often worked in my room here, especially when my feelings for Kayla threatened to get out of control. I suppose that won't be an issue now that Kayla and I are officially together. Even if we haven't talked about it or put labels on it, Kayla is mine. I've told her as much, and she agreed. I don't need any more than that.

Fuck, just thinking about her is enough to have my cock stiffening in my jeans, and I run my hand over it, but now that thoughts of Kayla have already filtered in, there is no getting rid of them.

Fuck it!

I grab my phone to FaceTime her, the call going through immediately. "Hey, I was just thinking about you," she chirps, her beautiful face appearing on the screen.

"You were?" I ask, my voice thick with need. Just hearing her soft voice is enough to make my balls ache with the need to be inside this beautiful girl.

"Hmm, remember that desert we saw in the movie we watched last night? I want to try and recreate it. I just ordered all the ingredients, and they should be arriving soon . . ."

Kayla goes on and on, excitedly telling me about her plans, all the while oblivious to the man watching her with lust written all over her face. "How about you? How's your research going?"

"I'm taking a break," I say huskily, and she must catch something in my voice because her brows furrow.

"What kind of break?"

"One where I spend the time thinking about your sexy body," I say, turning the screen so it's facing the hard ridge stretching my jeans. I catch her gasp when she sees my erection, and her face is cherry red when I turn back to her. "You're a little distracting, baby. Even with the distance between us."

My eyes stay on hers as I stroke my length through my pants, making my actions obvious to her.

She bites her lower lip, and her cheeks darken further the longer I stare at her. "H-how can I help?" she whispers, her voice soft and sultry.

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah." She nods, and the camera moves. I lose focus of her face for a few seconds, and it takes me a moment to realize it's because she's set her phone at the foot of her bed. She must place some pillows under the phone to raise it some, as it gives me the perfect view of her bed.

She climbs on the bed and into view, and my breath catches in my throat when I realize she's dressed in a T-shirt that exposes her pink panties but clearly no bra, leaving her nipples free to poke at the shirt.

"Fuck, baby," I say hoarsely, my gaze dropping to her pebbled nipples pushing hard against the front of her shirt. "You look so goddamned sexy. Every last inch of you." She flutters her lashes shyly as she stares into the camera, but I can read the excitement in her eyes too. Oh, my innocent little girl is horny too.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks, her sultry voice sending a deep throb to my cock, and my balls grow heavier with every second. Fuck, I never thought I could get this turned on just from watching her through the phone.

"I want those hands stroking your tits over the shirt," I manage, shoving my pants down and fisting my hard dick. I groan deeply when she does as I instruct, stroking those gorgeous tits, her eyelashes fluttering and back arching as she moves to pinch the beads over the thin material.

"W-what else?" she whimpers.

"I want to see you," I say hoarsely, stroking my cock slowly and drinking in her perfect body. "I want you to strip off your panties." She goes to take off the T-shirt first, but I stop her. There is no telling how long I will last once I see all of her.

Kayla yanks her panties down before stripping them off completely and tossing them aside. I nearly swallow my tongue when she lies back, giving me the perfect view of her glistening sex, and it takes everything in me not to shoot on the spot. "Fuck me, baby, your pussy is all wet and creamy for my cock."

This time, she doesn't need me to guide her as she parts her thighs wider and trails a finger down the wet valley of her sex, parting her folds and revealing her pink haven. She jerks on the bed when her finger grazes her clit, and as her moan mingles with my groan, I realize I am not going to last long.

"Oh, God," she whimpers as she rubs her middle finger in circles over her sex. "Oh . . . Cash, I need you."

"I'm right here, baby," I say hoarsely, basking in her beauty from the sight of her perky tits with erect nipples pushing hard against her shirt down to her sex, wishing with everything in me that it was my tongue buried between those slick folds and not her fingers.

Perhaps later tonight I will do just that, but for now, I'll have to settle on this.

I watch as her mouth falls open and her breathing grows choppier as she rubs the sensitive nub faster with my name like a prayer on her lips. "Pull your shirt up for me, baby."

"Cash—"

"Let me see you, Kayla," I rasp, stroking my cock faster as I feel myself teeter close to the edge. She uses her free hand to lift the shirt above her gorgeous tits, holding it up as she rubs the other one frantically over her sex. "Picture my face on your chest, dragging my wet tongue over your soft nipple, sampling each bud with my mouth and sucking gently at the sensitive nubs." She whimpers, her back arching off the bed. "I then trail my lips down your body before running my tongue over your wet little cunt."

She orgasms with a scream, and I swear she goes blind for a second with the way her eyes turn glassy. I watch her thrash on the bed as I jerk my cock feverishly, watching my girl come apart, and that's all it takes for me to follow suit. I bellow into the empty room, my loins twisting painfully as I spill an endless string of white onto my fist, all the while drinking up the perfect sight on my screen. I reach for tissues and use them to wipe myself down before tossing them into the trash.

Kayla falls back on the bed with a loud sigh, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to catch her breath before she sits up quickly, her eyes panicked when they lock on mine.

"What is it?" I ask, quickly going on alert, ready to murder someone.

"There is someone at the door," she responds, quickly straightening her shirt. "Oh, it's the ingredients I ordered."

She runs out of frame, and I catch the distant sound of a faucet running before she comes back, grabbing her phone, and I notice she's wrapped in a robe now. She takes me along with her to answer the door, and I listen as she receives her shopping and signs the receipt before closing the door behind her.

"Did you get everything?" I ask, getting up to go to the bathroom to clean up as well.

"Yeah," she says, propping her phone on the counter so I can see her. "I–I can't believe we just did that."

"You were so good, Freckles. I'll be sure to reward you later tonight." A sound from my laptop chimes, and I take it that Freddy has sent me the documents I requested. Perfect timing. "I have to go, Kayla. You better be naked in my bed when I get home tonight."

She flashes me a shy smile before ending the call. I clean up before walking back to my desk.

I download all the materials I have been sent and print them so I have hard copies of everything. I read through her father's will first. This is a public record, and I figure it was easy for Freddy to acquire. My jaw clenches as I read it, and it's clear it's been revised, perhaps when her evil stepmother came into the picture. True to her word, everything was left to Kayla's stepfamily, and I read the bank records in amazement. In the span of a year, the family has managed to squander their substantial inheritance considerably. They were forced to sell all the cars and spent the savings to the last dime, and all they have now is the mansion.

With a heavy sigh, I push the will aside, choosing to focus on the mother Kayla lost when she was ten. The picture of her mom takes me aback at how similar to her daughter she looks, save for the dark hair.

My initial search online didn't offer much about her, but the second I read up on the papers Freddy sent me, the more a clear picture begins to form in my mind.

No, Kayla's father was not the wealthy one in the relationship. Her mother, it seems, was the one with all the money. The house and the cars are what her husband got when she passed away, and the man selfishly gave them to his new wife instead of his daughter.

The more I go through the documents I have no doubt Fred obtained illegally, the more the pieces of the puzzle slide into place.

All of Kayla's mother's wealth and assets were put in a trust for her daughter from the second the girl was born. No one other than Kayla can access her funds until she is twenty-two which happens to be a couple of months away.

Her stepfamily showing up now means they had no idea about this before, and now, they're desperate to lure her back in.

I sit down for another half an hour, calculating her assets and just how much she's worth. It's considerable enough to draw these rats from the sewers, and there is no way in hell I am letting them get their dirty claws on Kayla.

They stole her inheritance from her father, and now they want to take this as well?

My fist clenches around the papers, and I recall how scared and alone Kayla had appeared when I first took her in. She spent three days in bed, refusing to touch her food, and it was not until I threatened to have her admitted to the hospital that she gave in, wolfing down the sandwich and milk I'd prepared for her.

She's come a long way from that girl, and I will be damned if someone pushes her back to that dark place.

With renewed determination, I call the bar and have them ban the two men from coming anywhere close. It's for their own good more than anything because the next time I see them, they'll regret ever meeting me.

Kayla has me now to fight for her.