Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

I've seen addiction in my mother, who, at one point, was valedictorian and had a full ride to college.

I hope to God another girl never finds this journal. That would mean she replaced me, and no one—no one—should ever have to experience the horrors of this house.

It's been nine years since I last saw him, though I recall all too well how hard he made it to breathe.

While Z focuses on the trafficking rings and larger operations,

It sets me aflame, like a fever ravaging my insides. I'm short of breath, my palms are sweaty, and my knees are weak.

I only knew him for a night, but I’ve missed him. More than I ever realized.

Never have I had anyone bring me flowers, set up a movie, and rub my feet. It’s not something I even imagined for myself.

“Then show me, my little ghost.”

I’ve worked hard to defend myself against a man’s touch, but one kiss from Cage is fucking paralyzing.

“I love how easily you bend for me.” “Just don't expect me to break,” I counter breathlessly.

“I know you can do better, baby. Let me see you take my cock like a good little slut.”

“Jesus, way to remind me I'm not twenty-five anymore,” I groan.

“You saved her life, Molly. Remember that. Always remember that.”

“Don't be fooled, little ghost, I will own you even after you've disappeared. You may vanish, but your soul will always be mine.”

You will be my ruin, but only I will be your savior.”

“You can always hold on to me, Molly. Always.”

I call her a little ghost, yet for some reason, I never considered that the brat would actually ghost me.

“Scar buddies?” His finger flicks between our faces. “We both got dope scars. You know what that means? We should be friends.” Again, I blink. Zade grins at my bewilderment,