One Dance for Case (Possessed 2)

“If you would get some manners that I know were beaten into you at that school and let me finish, you would understand what I’m trying to say.”

“Well, get on with it, old man,” Case announced. “I got more meds to take.”

“You associate yourself with drug people? Such a disgrace.” Bradshaw shook his head in shame at them.

“You son of a bitch!” She started to run at him, but Dom caught her around the waist before she could get more than a foot away.

“Not yet, Princess,” he heard Dom mutter.

Hearing sirens in the distance, Bradshaw and his bodyguards looked startled and slightly worried. Dom asked, “You got permits for those weapons?”

“You’re gonna be someone’s prison bitch, Englishman!” Case sang.

His lips were getting loose.

“So crass. We’ll be leaving now,” Bradshaw announced.

“Good idea,” Dom told him.

“I’ll be in touch about what you owe me, Deidre. This is far from over,” was his parting shot. They loaded up and left before the county sheriff could get there and question them or arrest them on whatever Dom could have thought up to make stick.

“Oh, shit.” Case could feel himself falling over, the ground coming up on him faster than he could catch himself. “That hurt,” he grumbled from the dirt.

After a week of nothing happening, Case was unsurprised when Dom got a call from Dee asking about someone being at the house only to discover Brooke was there. For sure, he figured his friend’s head was about to explode in rage.

When she put him on the phone with Jax so she could deal with Brooke, he wanted to laugh at the look on Dom’s face; he really did. Figuring it’d probably end with him dead, he bit his tongue.

They careened into the driveway ten minutes later just as Jaxson’s mother was peeling away from the house. Before the truck was even in park, Dom had his door opened and ready to go to his woman. Case watched in envy as Dom pulled her into his arms, giving her shit and relishing in the fact that she was safe at the same time.

He wanted what they had. Craved it like a junky needing his next fix. Someone to love and to love him in return was something Casey had wanted secretly for as long as he could remember. Everyone thought he was this fun-loving jokester, but he was deeper than that. His loneliness was hidden behind his humor. It was how he stayed sane.

Watching Dee and Jax go into the house, he walked up to Dom saying, “I don’t trust that bitch one lick, man.”

“Me neither.”

“She’s up to something. And not just this custody bullshit.”

“I know.”

“So what the fuck are we gonna do about it?” he demanded to know.

“Have Larry tail her. Dig up everything you can on her in the last five years. I wanna know where she’s been, who she’s been working for, and what kind of oatmeal she ate for breakfast. Get me everything,” Dom told him coldly, walking towards the house…towards his life.

“You want me to call the Black brothers?” he asked before Dom could go inside.

“Not yet. Give it a few days, and if we can’t find out what she’s doing here, then I will.”

“You got it, bossman.”

He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that shit was going to hit the fan sooner than either of them thought. Pulling his cell from his pocket, he began the short walk to his home with the phone to his ear.

Two rings later, and it was answered. “Black,” was snapped at him as Creed replied.

“It’s Case. Need you out here.”

There was a slight pause before he asked, “Deidre?”

“Yup,” was all he needed to say knowing Creed would work his magic and be on his way.