Free Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) by K.S. Adkins Page B

to it but when it happened, I couldn’t stop it.
    I began to cry.
    When I felt the first tear fall, I swiped it with my finger quietly shocked to find it was soft. For some reason I assumed my tears would be scalding like fire or burn like acid. Since this was not the case, I let them fall, intent on ridding myself of these foreign feelings.
    As was all things me, I cried beautifully.

Savage showed at a street race because he wanted to get in on anything that could make his ass money. I’d been in on the car scene for a couple years now. Not once had he ever showed and for him to be here now meant there was more than one reason. A few hours later, a drunk Savage beat the living fuck out of someone and came over to me afterward. Taking his shirt off to wipe his face and hands, he deliberately turned his back to me showcasing the deep nail marks scored into his skin. His reason for being here was clear. It was to piss me off. It was to remind me of what I did not have.
    “Nothing like a fist fight, ” he grins. He may be a big motherfucker but I was bigger. He may be a strong bastard but I was stronger. He may have her but I’d be getting her back. His fucking days were numbered. “Cinn would have loved it had she been here. ” At this I said nothing. But the prick wasn’t done, was never done. “Had ourselves a rough night. Girl gives as good as she gets. Play the game the way I need it played, one day you’ll wear her brands too. Fucking hellcat, ” he laughs. “Loves every second of it.”
    The beast in me knew, fucking knew, she didn’t love it. Those marks were Cinn fighting back. Those marks did not scream pleasure, they screamed pain. Those marks screamed for me to save her.
     
    She fucking nodded at me.
    And then she actually walked away. Waiting until she cleared my line of sight, I threw a chair into the wall before following her. Clearing the door, Ransom was there to block my path to her. “Move.”
    “I don’t give advice often but since you two were screaming, I couldn’t not listen.”
    “Move or be moved, ” I warn him. Holding a hand up, he shakes his head then moves out of my way. Blowing past him, he says, “She was a victim, boss. She doesn’t even know she’s a victim. You trying to be a saint is blowing up in your face. Your woman wants to fuck, so fuck her.”
    “I want her to see that I’m different.”
    “She wants to know she’s wanted, she already knows you’re different.”
    “Fuck, ” I groan.
    “That’s kinda the idea, yeah, ” he says smiling. “She’s crying on the roof.”
    “Crying? Fuck! ” racing up the stairs and flying onto the roof there she was, fucking crying. She doesn’t hear me approach, but when she sees me she sniffles and turns away. “Cinn, ” I start.
    “I don’t know who I am here, ” she says sadly. “I don’t understand slow, or courting. I understand fucking and business. I thought you knew that when you came for me.”
    “Cinn, I haven’t spoken to you in five years. Shit, prior to that, you were a kid. I kept tabs on you but I don’t know you any more than you know me. Hell yes, I want to fuck you, and I will fuck you like I said, when you’re ready.”
    “That makes no sense, ” she mumbles then her shoulders fall. Taking up the space behind her, I rest my chin on her, and she lets me. “Do you remember when you asked Savage to let you go to school? What he said?”
    “He said I was too smart for school, that he would teach me things no school ever could.”
    “That’s not love, Cinn, ” I remind her. “You were fifteen at the time; you wanted to learn, to make friends. He wanted you close; he monitored you, controlled you. He couldn’t risk you being taken away from him, so he took your choices from you. That included sex later on.”
    “I know, ” she whispers.
    “Do you? ” I counter.
    “Yes.”
    “I will always regret leaving you behind, ” I tell her. “I’ll regret trusting him, and I’ll make his