Take Me To The Lake: Chapter 25
Take Me To The Lake: A Billionaire, Mountain Man Romance (Mountain Men of Whiskey River Book 3)
I canât seem to stop smiling today. After everyone left yesterday, Cash carried me to the bedroom and made love to me all night. It was the last wall that needed to be knocked down between us and Iâve never felt so free in my life.
Today, Cash had to go out and check his trap lines. Even though I hate being away from him, I desperately need to get to this book edited. But I canât concentrate on it for long before my thoughts drift back to last night.
It was the perfect night with the company of our friends around. On one hand, it felt like a girlâs night, but I liked having Cash and the other men not far away. What I really liked was that he wanted to be there. There was a moment in the kitchen with Emelie where everything just clicked, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I loved him more than any words could say.
As Emelie sat at the table last night announcing her pregnancy and the talk of bringing a baby into this world, all I could think about was having that with Cash. All night long, I would think about it and my thoughts would go to having a baby. But the highlight of the evening was the look on his face when I said I loved him. It was everything.
While I wish I hadnât waited so long to say it, yet the look of happiness and delight on his face was completely worth it. And then last night Iâve never felt more treasured or more wanted in my whole life.
Cash woke me up with breakfast in bed and we lay there, talking about starting a family up here on the mountain. What would that entail? How many kids we wanted and so on. We talked about a life up here with the two of us. As we opened up to each other, we were on the same page about so much. It was easy to see the life that we were talking about. All along itâs been right there in front of me and I had been scared for so long to love him, to love anyone. Itâs crazy how being scared stopped me from something I wanted so much.
After we finished breakfast, he made love to me yet again. When we finally got out of bed and I mentioned I really had to get this book edited, he said he needed to go check his trap lines.
Since he was only going to be gone no more than two hours, he decided to take Hank with him. For a while now, heâs been wanting to see what Hank would do on the trap lines. Itâs been so quiet here that we both feel safe on the mountain again.
Eventually, the guys decided the man that was seen in the woods was some tourist wanting to see some other cabins in the area. Even though it wasnât the best way to be looking for real estate. But since thereâs been no other sightings, thereâs really nothing that we can do about it.
Even still, he left me with a gun and told me to lock the doors after him. Shaking my head to dislodge my unease, I turn back to my editing. I need to get this edit done so that when Cash gets back, I can spend the rest of the day with him without worrying about it.
Finally, I get into the groove, finish the edit and get it off to the author. Closing up the computer, Iâm stretch while trying to decide what to do to keep me busy until Cash gets back.
When thereâs a knock on the door, Iâm in the kitchen checking ingredients for something I want to make. My heart starts to race, but thereâs no other sound. If it was Cash, heâd call through the door.
Walk over to where I have the gun sitting, I pick it up before slowly moving to the door. Thereâs another knock. A much more impatient one this time. I hesitate, a bit frustrated I canât see who it is.
Maybe itâs one of the guys needing help with something, or maybe itâs Cash and heâs hurt.
I open the door, not sure who is there, but the last person I expected to be on the other side was my mother. Using my slight moment of shock, she pushes her way in to the cabin.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â I ask. I thought she had left town, especially after breaking into my old apartment and seeing me gone.
âI asked around in town. Apparently, you didnât talk to people about me so when I pulled the whole oh, Iâm in town to surprise her but she wasnât at her cabin bit, they were more than happy to tell me how to find you. Your friend Jana was especially⦠helpful,â she says. The smile on her face is not one that Iâve ever seen and it gives me a chill. Itâs full of malice and bad intentions.
Itâs then I realize itâs been a few days since Iâve heard from Jana. Not since the day that she came up here and we spent some time together. Making a mental note to check on her once I get my mom out of here.
Jana knows the issues Iâve had with my mother in the past and she wouldnât have told my mom where to find me. So the fact that my mom is mentioning her at all means somethingâs up. I can only imagine what type of lie she told her.
âWhat do you want, Mom? âI am hoping that I can get her out of here before Cash gets back.
âLike I told you the last time you were so rude to me, I need money. Rumor in town has it your little boyfriend has plenty of it.â
âNo way is he going to give you any money. Youâll just use it on drugs, anyway.â
âSee, Iâve thought about this. I raised you, closed you, fed you, and kept a roof over your head for the first eighteen years of your life. I figure you owe me. Now that youâve landed yourself a sweet little life here, the least you can do is help dear old mom out.â Her voice is different as she speaks.
Not quite in armâs distance from me, but even from here, I can see the red in her eyes, and the dark circles. The smell coming off her confirms she hasnât showered in God knows how long. All telltale signs that sheâs using.
But this new version of her with the malice and the pure evil in her voice, I donât know what to make of it. Is it an effect from the people sheâs hanging out with? Or is it because of some new drugs sheâs on?
I have no idea, nor do I care to truly to find out. I just want her gone.
âWell, I have no money here and Cash isnât going to just hand it over,â I tell her.
What I donât say is that Cash isnât here. Though itâs pretty obvious at this point if he was, he would have made himself known by now. Even in my momâs altered state, Iâm sure she knows that, too.
Sheâs looking around the cabin like she doesnât have a care in the world before her eyes land back on me.
âHmmmm, that really was the wrong answer,â she says.
A moment later, thereâs a loud crashing sound coming from the back door.
Iâm relieved thinking Cash is here, but when I turn around, I find the guy my mom claims that she left, the same guy she was dating when I left Georgia.
He stumbles a moment before he stalks right towards me.
âI thought you said you left him,â I say.
As sheâs opening the door, Iâm thinking I can get them at least out of the house.
Instead, my mother blocks the door. When I try to push my way through, there are hands on my arms, pinning them to the sides of my body pushing me through the door.
When she was under the influence, my mom always seemed to have more strength, and it seems that they both are on something. I still have the gun in my hand, and I struggle to get it up, but itâs difficult because he has me pinned at my elbows.
At this point, I donât care who I shoot. I get the gun up as best I can and take a shot. Unfortunately, I miss them both and my mom knocks it out of my hand. And my one chance at protecting myself is gone.
âNo. You couldnât just do this the easy way. If youâd have given us money, we would have left you alone.â My mother says like sheâs the one that has a reason to be annoyed at my behavior.
âWe both know you wouldnât have stopped at that. There would always be more and more demands.â I bite out as I try to free myself, pulling and twisting and turning, but whatever this guy is hopped up on has him really strong.
âYou always were a troublesome child. You could never just do what you were told. Always you had to be loud, speak your opinion and do whatâs right.â she puts whatâs right in air quotes.
Then Iâm slowly being pushed towards the tree line, right where we would always find the footprints. Thatâs when it registers it was my momâs boyfriend. He was the man in the hoodie, the man who has been standing on the edge of the woods. All this time, he was in town with her.
When I drag my feet, trying to make my tracks as noticeable as possible, it also slows us down. Then they start to get frustrated.
âCanât you tell that weâve won? Would you just stop fighting us already?â Mom asks, clearly annoyed, reaching into her purse. Finally, she finds what sheâs looking for and then she moves so fast I donât see what sheâs doing.
What I do feel is a prick in my arm. A moment later, the world seems to get a little wobbly and my peripheral vision starts closing in on me. I canât open my mouth to speak.
Right before everything goes black, I hear my mom laughing.