Page 9 of Stolen Matrimony


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“Are you planning on using her?”

I smirked at my youngest brother but didn’t answer.

“Let’s go, Jackson.” I headed for my foyer then the front door. Cashlynn caught my eye and now I was intrigued to learn even more about her.

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“Mr. Tavarez, this is so unexpected.” I stared at Neil Rhodes who had a shocked expression on his face. He was the father of Cashlynn’s ex-fiancé, Maddox, the man who’d put the bounty on her head. I knew little about him except he distributed drugs under Major. Apparently, they oversaw one of Major’s larger territories. The family was loud and flashy, however.

Neil fidgeted under my gaze. “Are you gonna invite me in?” I raised a brow.

His brows shot to his hairline and his eyes bucked. “Oh yes, sorry sir, please come in.” He stepped back and opened his door wider.

I stepped in the house with Jackson at my side and followed Neil. He had a nice size home with a large, open entryway.

“We can talk in here.” He opened a door that led to an office. “Miranda, get our guest something to drink!” he called out to the lady approaching us.

“No need, I won’t be here long,” I assured him.

Stepping inside I looked around the office then headed for the chair closest to me. Jackson stood alert at the door, his arms crossed and eyes focused on Neil.

Neil walked around his desk and took a seat, clearing his throat. “What can I do for you, sir?” The reputation of my family wasn’t one to take lightly. While we might not be as sinister as some others, we had built the reputation of taking care of problems.

I lifted a brow. “You look uncomfortable? Is there a reason why?”

He swallowed visibly hard and shifted, clearing his throat again. “No, sir. It’s just neither you nor your father have ever made a call that you were coming to my home; so I’m not sure what’s going on.”

“Cashlynn Cavana. You know the name, correct?”

Neil’s eyes darkened and his face hardened. “I do,” he answered stiffly. His back straightened as he sneered through gritted teeth.

One corner of my mouth lifted. “What’s your issue with her exactly? Last I heard she was engaged to your son.”

It was clear there was more to Cashlynn than what met the eye. Knowing who her parents were and seeing how she handled herself with me had me more intrigued about her. She was a beautiful woman, but it was clear that beauty shouldn’t be mistaken for weakness.

“That bitch almost killed my son. Stabbed him and nipped his spine. He’s currently in a rehabilitation center trying to recover from the mobility issues she caused. We welcomed her and her brother into our house after her parents died and she tried to take my boy out!” His face reddened and twisted in anger. Veins bulged from his forehead. Neil was a couple inches shorter than me, his body held muscle. He reminded me of a body builder that skipped leg days one too many times and were top heavy.

I stayed silent for a second. “And what made her suddenly want to kill her fiancé?”

His eyes grew sharp. “She’s a rabid bitch that needs to be put down. A psycho just like her damn parents.”

I stroked my beard. “I see.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, do you?”

A smile crossed my face. “I do.” Leaving it at that, I stood. “Cashlynn is currently under my protection, meaning she’s off limits to touch.”

An astonished look formed on his face. “But Mr. Tavarez! My son.” I shot him a glare, causing his mouth to snap shut.

Truthfully I didn’t know much about The Rhodes, but they were ass kissers, that was clear. Neil was known to blow smoke up peoples’ asses to get ahead and Maddox wasn’t much better.

“If anything changes, you’ll be the first to know.” I turned to leave, nodding at Jackson who opened the door for me.

Coming here gave me a little more clarity about the girl who was chained in my basement, but it wasn’t enough to get a full picture. Cashlynn was a firecracker and obviously not afraid to use force if need be. She was a wild card and I still wasn’t sure why she’d broken into my house or what she wanted. Maybe it was time to have another conversation with Ms. Cavana.

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Stepping on the last step, I laid eyes on Cashlynn who looked like it was a struggle to even keep her head up. She was still naked and while she wasn’t the shapeliest woman, she had a nice figure on her. Slim waist, nice childbearing hips, toned thighs. Her medium-sized breast looked like two melons. She had a couple of scars on her light brown skin that looked a couple years old, but still her skin was smooth like whipped butter.