Page 51 of Ashes

They shoved her away in the freezer and did nothing with her for over three months. One day they finally released a photo of her, seeking the communities’ assistance to identify the deceased woman.

I guess they thought she was a washed-up junkie that no one would miss, so they didn’t even bother trying to have her identified.

Stupid fucks.

Using the photo from the morgue, I showed it to Lee and asked her to confirm if it was Cassie, and she confirmed it was.

My poor pretty thing has been beating herself up nonstop, blaming herself for the death of her friend.

“I knew she was dead all along, but I had hoped Colton was playing his usual tricks, and it wasn’t really her,” Lee says with a sigh. We’re home, lying in bed, and she’s curled up in a ball under my arm, stealing my body heat.

It’s been a week since Eli, King, and Rowen were here, telling her they had a plan to find Colton, and it’s been a week since she’s been able to go outside or see Olivia.

I know she’s going crazy and hates not being able to see Rachel and Olivia, but my pretty thing hasn’t complained once about the situation. She understands she has to stay inside for everyone’s safety.

Colton is unpredictable, and he’s out there, and he knows that we’re aware of who he is, so now he’s desperate. It’s only a matter of time before he strikes, and I refuse to have Lee caught in the crossfire.

Eli was able to get Cassie’s body and give her a proper burial. Once it’s safe, my pretty thing will be able to pay her respects to her friend, but unfortunately, now isn’t the time for that.

I’ve helped Eli, King, and Rowen with whatever they need every day, helping them look into ways to lure Colton out of whatever dark hiding spot he’s currently lurking in.

To be honest, it’s really fucking difficult. They sent his photo all over the city and even had Jaden with the Westside Disciples distribute the image around their territory in case Colton is hiding outside the city. He also passed it along to the South Lords, a Triad ally gang.

We will find him. It’s just a matter of time.

He knows that we’re closing in on him, and there’s nowhere for him to run, so wherever he is, he’s stuck. He’s a sitting, scared little duck until we get to him…then he’ll wish he were never born.

“I really miss Olivia. I’m anxious to go and see her,” she mumbles through a yawn. It’s after midnight, but I’m wide awake since I just got home a few minutes ago. I had another long day speaking with people who claimed to have seen Colton and only came forward because they were hoping to get on the Triad’s good side.

“I know you are. Soon you can, I promise you. Just be patient a little bit longer.” I press a kiss against her forehead. “I’m sorry about Cassie.”

“I’m glad you found her and that she’s finally buried as she should be. She can rest now, instead of being out there lost.” She cuddles closer to me, throwing a leg over my waist. “Promise you’ll be safe while you’re out there looking for Colton. We both know what he’s capable of, and you’re his cousin. He could try and kill you for coming after him.”

My heart swells in my chest. I love when she’s worried about me. It makes me feel loved. “King is going to pick you up tomorrow, and you’re going to spend the day with him.” Her head pokes up, and her face turns into a huge grin.

“Really?” I knew she’d be happy about that. I know she’s tired of being left behind in his trailer alone all the time, which is why I suggested King gives me his workload so he could spend the day with Lee.

“He’ll be here in the morning.” That seems to be all she needs to hear because now she’s wide awake. Lee sits up, throws the blankets off her, and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist.

We’re both naked. We’ve been sleeping this way for months now, so I can feel her wetness against my stomach with how she’s sitting on me.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” She grins, her face lit up by the light from my lamp on my beside table.

Raising her hips, she positions herself over my hardness and slowly sinks down, impaling herself on my cock.

“Show me how much you love me by riding this dick.”

twenty-seven

KING

“King, what are we doing here?”my butterfly asks as I take her hand and lead her away from our parked car and toward the black-painted building with white neon wording above it that readsSkelly’s.

“What is this place?” she questions, turning her attention to me.

“Skelly is a friend of mine. This is his shop.”

“What kind of shop?” She eyes the outside skeptically. Just looking at the building, you’d never be able to know what type of business it is.

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