Suited (St. Martin Family Saga) by Watson Gina

Author:Watson, Gina [Watson, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-12-06T04:00:00+00:00

6

Cash drove and drove, his head stewing in a sea of red. The only thing that focused him was the hum of the tires and the endless miles he was clocking between Baton Rouge and Las Vegas.

It was finally clear to him that his father would never accept him. And Cash would never give him another chance. Why he even thought going back to that godforsaken town was a good idea was a mystery to him now.

He drove for seven hours without stopping. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop thinking. He’d gone back home to reunite with his family. Camp had needed help, and Cash had done a damned good job with that help, but he wasn’t going to stick around and not be appreciated. It would be a cold day in hell the next time he got caught with a losing hand.

Eighteen hours later, he’d made it back to the smoke and lights in a place as soulless as himself. Cash had given up binging on alcohol and drugs but standing at the window in his high-rise Vegas condo, he could have killed for a snort. Yet he’d made a promise to himself, and he’d kept it. He hoped it would hold firm through this shit storm his father had stirred up.

Cash had been so mad when he stormed out that he’d forgotten about the jazz festival. Stopping only for gas, he’d driven twenty-five hours straight on the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He grimaced as he thought about the excitement on Isa’s face when he’d told her of the plans he’d made for them in New Orleans. He’d promised her he wouldn’t hurt her again and that he’d never again leave. He’d broken all his promises and after only eight weeks. There was something about the number eight that he was beginning to dislike.

The phone Camp lent him was lighting up like it was the Fourth of July. He didn’t even bother to look at it before turning it off and collapsing on the cool crisp sheets of his bed. His migraines were back and the pain was piercing off his ability to focus but he relished the pain. The more the merrier as they say.

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Cash was aroused from sleep at the hard banging at his door. What time was it anyway? Fucking Vegas. Cash rolled over and closed his eyes, but the banging didn’t cease. He drew himself up and pulled on a pair of lounge pants. He walked to the door and cracked it open.

“Dad?” He looked behind his father. “Camp?” He opened the door wide, permitting them entry.

Cash was distorted and confused. Had he taken drugs, or was he drunk? To his relief the clock on the wall read four o’clock. No drugs, no alcohol, just a crazy brother and father. He knew it to be early morning because the view from his window was glowing from the lights of the Strip.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, son.” His father’s eyes focused on Cash’s overly inked chest. As they made eye contact, Cash saw liquid pool in his father’s eyes.

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