Scarlett

I felt a little apprehensive as I followed the GPS instructions to Cade's house. It didn't take long before I pulled up in front of big black gates that were connected with a ten-foot wall around the property. It kind of looked like a fortress.

Actually, it suited his personality from the little I'd seen; he was hard, powerful and used to getting his own way.

I looked to find some sort of intercom system, but there was none. Then I noticed a video camera on the wall. I watched it angle lower to fix on me and then the gates began to open.

Geez, and I thought I had a thing about security. I had nothing on this guy. I drove slowly down the driveway, taking in the sight in front of me. Although it was dark, the lights along the driveway lit up the way and then my eyes fixed on the mansion in front of me.

His house was massive, but it wasn't unexpected. Porsches weren't cheap. There were a few lights along the driveway and the front area of the house was well lit with a few outside lights.

I parked in front. With my eyes still fixed on the house, I slid out of my car and closed the door. The front door opened and Cade filled the doorway.

"You came," he said like he'd expected me not to show.

"You sound surprised," I said dryly as I walked to the front door and stood before him. He was taller than me but I didn't let that intimidate me as I raised my eyes to hold his gaze. An awareness of him shivered through me again and I felt a flutter in my stomach. I hated the fact that I was physically attracted to him. Why couldn't he be a hunchback with warts?

"I didn't think you were going to show," he said with a shrug as he stood aside for me to enter. I eyed him up and down before I stepped past him and into his house.

Where my house was decorated with furniture with sleek lines and a more modern look to it, Cade's house was the opposite. It had older, more antique-looking furniture and with the Persian carpets it was way too busy for my liking. I believed less was more.

"This way," he commanded as he walked through a doorway to the right. I glared at his back as I followed behind him reluctantly. I hated being given orders and it seemed to happen often when he was around.

"I'm not going to stay long," I told him as I followed him into a formal lounge. "I just want the answers you promised to give me."

"Are you always this impatient?" he asked with a frown as he turned to face me with his feet apart and his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation, walking past him to take a seat on the sofa. I didn't believe in beating around the bush. I crossed my legs and tilted my head to look up at Cade, who'd turned to face me.

"Spill," I commanded him and I could see it irritated him. He was used to giving commands, not following them.

"I'm waiting for someone to arrive," he informed me coldly.

"Who?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

At that moment a doorbell rang and Cade left to answer it. I'd find out soon enough who he'd been waiting for. I was surprised, though, when Blake followed Cade in a few moments later.

"Yay, it's Tweedledum," I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. Cade narrowed his gaze at me but Blake took no offense, laughing instead.

"Constant entertainment," he said, still with a grin on his face as he sat down on the sofa across from me.

"Are you always this bitchy?" Cade asked as he stood in front of the fireplace facing us with his eyes on me.

"Nope, I took an extra bitchy pill this morning," I replied sarcastically.

"Do we have to do this?" Cade turned to Blake and asked. There they were, at it again, talking cryptically about me and I had no idea what was going on.

"You told me you'd give me answers," I reminded him, starting to feel my temper rise. "I'm here, so start talking."

Cade ignored me and kept his attention on Blake. Blake shook his head and turned to Cade with a grin and said, "Yeah, we have to."

"I'm pretty sure she doesn't need our help," Cade argued and continued to ignore me. I could feel my temper rise even further.

"She needs our help," stated Blake seriously, all joking aside as he held Cade's glare.

"I'm done," I said as I stood up and stalked back to the front entrance. I wasn't going to sit there all night while the two of them debated whether or not to tell me what I wanted to know.

I would have to figure this out on my own. I didn't need their help.

"Wait," I heard Blake call from behind me, but I didn't stop and by the time he made it to the front door I was already sliding into my car. I slammed the door shut and started up the car.

I drove down the driveway and, at the gates, I waited impatiently for them to open but they remained closed. I revved the engine but the gates never budged.

My anger began to build and I felt like I was going to combust. It had taken a lot for me to put aside my dislike for Cade long enough to make the trip to his house so he could give me the answers I'd been searching for. I'd made the effort only to watch Tweedledee and Tweedledum argue cryptically in front of me.

And now they were preventing me from leaving. I took a deep breath and released it, trying to rein in my temper.

Then, just when I was about to turn around and drive back to the house and go ballistic at those two idiots, the gates finally opened. I pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road.

Too preoccupied with my thoughts as I drove away, I didn't notice the figure standing in the center of the road until it was too late. I slammed on the brakes, desperately trying to avoid the person but I felt something smack the front of the car and crash into my windshield before it rolled over the roof.

Too shocked to try and control the car, it spun out of control and I hit something with so much force that my head flew forward, hitting the steering wheel before I was flung backward.

Dazed and shaken, I tried to move and I winced when I felt my head throb. Gently, my fingers touched my forehead and I felt blood. A pain in my chest told me I was either badly bruised across my chest or I had hurt a rib. It hurt to breathe.

I'd hit someone.

Terror gripped me when I realized I'd actually hit a person. Shock began to set in and I began to shake as I struggled to release my seatbelt. When the seatbelt finally opened, I tried to open my car door but it was stuck.

I felt tears of pain and fear sting at my eyelids as I tried to push against the door with all the strength I had and the door finally opened. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out in pain as I climbed out of the car.

My car had hit a tree. It was then that I noticed a dark and foreboding forest on either side of the road.

It was dark and a couple of the streetlights were out so it wasn't well lit enough to see much. I began to panic when I scanned the road, but I couldn't see anyone.

There was no way the person I'd hit could have gotten up and walked away. Where were they?

I began to scan the trees on the side of the road, trying to find the person I'd hit. Panic began to rise up in me when no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find the body.

I dropped to my knees beside my car when the pain in my chest grew. Tears of frustration and pain began to slide down my face.

Everything began to spin and I put my hands to the ground to keep myself steady. I closed my eyes and then opened them again, trying to keep it together, but the world tilted again.

I felt hands reach for me.

"I got her."