"Cadie, you better come get your boyfriend before he does any more
serious damage. If I let him get ahold of this guy again, he'll kill
him, and we won't get any answers to any of our questions."
Cadie and the rest of the group follow him down the stairs and Cadie immediately takes in the situation at a glance. She makes a lightning quick assessment of what is going on and where everybody is.
She jumps and hits James with a full body tackle, knocking him down and to the side before he could swing another punch to the man's face. They get up and Cadie has to hold him back.
"James! Enough is enough. Any more and you'll kill him," Cadie, straining, tries to hold him back.
He struggles against her restraining arms. In order to stop him, she does the only thing she can do. She grabs him and kisses him, hard. James's arms come around her and crush her to him. He knows what she's doing and keeps an eye open. He deepens the kiss, and blocks the rest of the environment from his mind.
James slips his hand under the borrowed shirt, caressing her skin. She drags his shirt from his waistband and slides her hand underneath, stroking his chest and abs. For all practical intents and purposes, the couple makes out in front of the prisoner and the rest of the gang. The guys groan.
She undoes the buckle of his pants and he swoops her up in his arms. "Baby, it's too crowded down here. Let's go upstairs and finish this."
He carries her upstairs and into the guest room that Chuck and Shelby were letting them use. He tenderly lays her on the bed and kisses her gently on the forehead. He notices the marks on her neck in the lamplight and turns the overhead lights on to get a better look at them. The discolored bruises on her neck were in the shape of the man's fingers. He snarled as he realized this.
"James," Cadie said, softly, "Let it go. You did enough damage to him to more than pay him back for this."
They hear a knock at the door and James gets up and answers it, letting Hawk into the room.
"I need to see the note and I want to know what the hell is this that Tollbooth is telling me about you and a necklace, Spitfyre."
She pulls the chain from under her shirt and shows it to him, answering one of his questions about it. She reaches over and picks up the note from where Tollbooth had left it on the nightstand.
"I put the chain on her, Hawk. I claimed her as my girlfriend earlier, and I'll be damned if I just sit off to the side while somebody tries to kill her. That was my truck they attacked trying to get her. Cadie, what I didn't have the chance to tell you earlier was that there was some writing on the hood. It quite plainly said that you were the target, and called you all kinds of nasty names and things."
She nods her head slowly. "That sounds like something they would do. What exactly did the writing say?"
He sprawls out on the bed and pulls her over in his lap. "Like the note, it said: 'Beware Cadence Tolliver- We will finish what we started years ago. You'll be better off if you face your fate with some kind of dignity and not like the cowering, simpering, little slut bitch that you are. You can't run and you can't hide. We will find you every time, and we will keep killing until you come to us for your death.' The police want me to take you to the station in the morning so that they can find out what is going on and devise a plan as to heading this bloodbath off at the pass. They also found a body inside the truck cab. It's still a John Doe as of now."
Hawk," Cadie asked, fervently, "Can you run downstairs and tell Chuckles to see if he can get a target list from that bastard?"
"No problem. If he can't, I'm going to try." He turns and strides out of the room, rushing down to the basement and relaying Cadie's request. Chuckles got a really demonic look on his face and grinned evilly, cracking his knuckles.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Cadie is fatigued from worry and from all of the energy she had expended during the day. She slumps exhausted in James's arms, falling asleep in seconds. He cradles her small body against his and holds her tightly, closing his eyes and falling asleep also.
Cadie and the rest of the group follow him down the stairs and Cadie immediately takes in the situation at a glance. She makes a lightning quick assessment of what is going on and where everybody is.
She jumps and hits James with a full body tackle, knocking him down and to the side before he could swing another punch to the man's face. They get up and Cadie has to hold him back.
"James! Enough is enough. Any more and you'll kill him," Cadie, straining, tries to hold him back.
He struggles against her restraining arms. In order to stop him, she does the only thing she can do. She grabs him and kisses him, hard. James's arms come around her and crush her to him. He knows what she's doing and keeps an eye open. He deepens the kiss, and blocks the rest of the environment from his mind.
James slips his hand under the borrowed shirt, caressing her skin. She drags his shirt from his waistband and slides her hand underneath, stroking his chest and abs. For all practical intents and purposes, the couple makes out in front of the prisoner and the rest of the gang. The guys groan.
She undoes the buckle of his pants and he swoops her up in his arms. "Baby, it's too crowded down here. Let's go upstairs and finish this."
He carries her upstairs and into the guest room that Chuck and Shelby were letting them use. He tenderly lays her on the bed and kisses her gently on the forehead. He notices the marks on her neck in the lamplight and turns the overhead lights on to get a better look at them. The discolored bruises on her neck were in the shape of the man's fingers. He snarled as he realized this.
"James," Cadie said, softly, "Let it go. You did enough damage to him to more than pay him back for this."
They hear a knock at the door and James gets up and answers it, letting Hawk into the room.
"I need to see the note and I want to know what the hell is this that Tollbooth is telling me about you and a necklace, Spitfyre."
She pulls the chain from under her shirt and shows it to him, answering one of his questions about it. She reaches over and picks up the note from where Tollbooth had left it on the nightstand.
"I put the chain on her, Hawk. I claimed her as my girlfriend earlier, and I'll be damned if I just sit off to the side while somebody tries to kill her. That was my truck they attacked trying to get her. Cadie, what I didn't have the chance to tell you earlier was that there was some writing on the hood. It quite plainly said that you were the target, and called you all kinds of nasty names and things."
She nods her head slowly. "That sounds like something they would do. What exactly did the writing say?"
He sprawls out on the bed and pulls her over in his lap. "Like the note, it said: 'Beware Cadence Tolliver- We will finish what we started years ago. You'll be better off if you face your fate with some kind of dignity and not like the cowering, simpering, little slut bitch that you are. You can't run and you can't hide. We will find you every time, and we will keep killing until you come to us for your death.' The police want me to take you to the station in the morning so that they can find out what is going on and devise a plan as to heading this bloodbath off at the pass. They also found a body inside the truck cab. It's still a John Doe as of now."
Hawk," Cadie asked, fervently, "Can you run downstairs and tell Chuckles to see if he can get a target list from that bastard?"
"No problem. If he can't, I'm going to try." He turns and strides out of the room, rushing down to the basement and relaying Cadie's request. Chuckles got a really demonic look on his face and grinned evilly, cracking his knuckles.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Cadie is fatigued from worry and from all of the energy she had expended during the day. She slumps exhausted in James's arms, falling asleep in seconds. He cradles her small body against his and holds her tightly, closing his eyes and falling asleep also.