Replay (Off Track Records Book 4)

by Kacey Shea

  “Jayla, baby.” Austin’s wide eyes zero in on my blood-stained shirt. He pulls his own shirt off in one swift move and presses it to my side. “Don’t move.”

  “Wasn’t planning on it,” I mutter, and cover his hand with my own to lower the placement.

  He regards me with surprise. “Did you just make a joke? Because that’s something I would do.”

  I’m in so much pain and if I weren’t sobbing, I might actually laugh.

  “Paramedics will be here in five minutes,” Terrence says from the door’s entrance. “Police too.”

  I realize everyone’s here now, Terrance, Lexi, Opal, and of course, the band. They’re all staring, and by their concerned expressions and lack of comment, I must look in pretty bad shape. Someone must have stuffed Coy’s mouth; his muffled cries pulse throughout the room. It’s infinitely better than his pleas for us to kill him.

  “It’s just a graze,” I say, but don’t look down to verify my injury. The fact is, I have no clue how bad it is. I’ve never been shot before, but I take solace in the fact I’m still breathing, alert, and talking just fine. Hell, two minutes ago I wrestled a madman. I think if he hit anything major I’d be unconscious by now.

  Austin’s brow furrows and he angles his body closer, using his free hand to cradle me to him while the other still holds his shirt to my side.

  I lean into his warmth and take comfort in the strength of his body. The urge to cry again is there, but I fight it this time.

  “Hiya—oh!” Casey comes to a sudden stop just inside the doorway. He glances from me to Coy, and then to the others with a gaping mouth. “What happened?”

  No one answers for a beat. It’s a lot to explain.

  The room fills with chatter, murmured conversations between couples, while Sean fills Terrence and Casey in on the CliffsNotes version of what just took place.

  “I’m going with you,” Austin says. “When the ambulance gets here.”

  “I’m fine. I promise.” Though I do a poor job of showing it. I try to sit up a little higher and bite back the pain. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “Don’t apologize. You saved Sean and me. All of us.” His eyes dart down to where our hands press his shirt to my side. His face pales a little. “Fuck, that’s a lot of blood.”

  “Just needs a few stitches.”

  “Jayla, there’s something I need to tell you . . . if you don’t . . .” He blanches. “If something happens . . . and you—”

  “Austin.” I cup his cheek in my free hand and draw his gaze to mine. He’s sweet, even if it’s a little dramatic. The fear in his eyes is real, and I see how scared he still is. “It’s over. We’re safe. The bullet grazed my skin. I’m not dying. Promise.”

  “Doesn’t matter.” He takes a hard swallow and leans forward until our foreheads gently press together. “I can’t let another minute pass without telling you exactly how I feel. And Jayla Miller, I’m fucking out of my mind in love with you.”

  There’s agony in his confession, an intimate honesty that makes me wonder whether this is the first time he’s ever said those words aloud. The thought that I’m his first for something as big as this fills my chest with so much joy I wonder if it might burst. Any reservations about how I felt before evaporate. Glen’s warning from earlier today lingers in the back of my brain, but as I look into Austin’s eyes I realize there has to be some logical explanation. Maybe I’m being stupid, or ignorant, but I’m going with my gut. It’s never steered me wrong before.

  Emotion catches in my throat and I feel as if I might cry. “I love you, too.”

  A throat clears. “Uh, guys.” It’s Casey. “I hate to break up this moment, but we have a very excited and impatient crowd out there. One that’s been waiting for an hour. Maybe you could take the stage now? Or should we call Vince?”

  “We’re a little busy here, Lipshitz,” Trent still stands guard over the gagged and cuffed Coy.

  “Busy? Busy!” Casey’s eyes bug out and he clenches his hands into fists before shaking them at all of us. “First you disappear, and right before the show, with no ETA, no information, and leave me to calm thousands of screaming fans. You didn’t even give a reason!”

  “Sorry, man. That was a shit thing to do,” Trent says.

  “Meanwhile, I’ve been putting up with Vince and his verbal lashings! Letting y’all call the shots while my boss chews me out every damn day. Sometimes twice a day!”

  “Kinky,” Austin mutters.

  Casey’s face turns beet red, and he might actually pop a blood vessel if he doesn’t calm down soon.

  “Bro, we didn’t know,” Leighton’s forehead furrows with concern. “That sucks and I’m sorry if we put you in the middle.”

  “Middle? Middle! Having my parents argue over who got me at Christmas was being in the middle. That was nothing compared to how bad these last months have sucked for me! No one appreciates what I do, and if you did, I’d never know it! Would it kill you to throw me a compliment or invite me to dinner once in a while?” His eyes bug and he throws up his hands. “I don’t need much!”

  “We appreciate you, Lipshitz,” Sean says seriously, but when Casey’s eyes go wild I catch him mutter, “Mostly.”

  “And my name’s not fucking Lipshitz! It’s Schmitz!”

  Sean cocks his head. “Wait, what?”

  “I’m tired of your shit, and your nicknames, and everyone treating me like I’m a pain in the ass.” Wow. This guy is on a roll. I never knew he had it in him. It’s almost impressive, really.

  “But you are a pain in the ass,” Trent mumbles so everyone hears.

  “I’m doing my fucking job! Making sure you do yours!” Casey gestures with his hands, driving his point further and managing to appear one circuit short of crazy. “How difficult is that to understand?”

  Trent clears his throat. “Your name’s really Schmitz?”

  “Sorry, dude,” Sean says.

  “You should’ve said something, man. It’s not healthy to repress anger like that,” Austin adds, and I swear if looks could kill he’d no longer be breathing. Austin recovers before Casey’s head explodes. “Dude, I’m sorry. We thought your name was Lipshitz. Why didn’t you say something sooner? Now I feel bad.”

  Casey drops his gaze and kicks at the floor with the toe of his shoe. “I didn’t want to start trouble. It’s not in my job responsibilities.”

  “We’re sorry, brother.” Sean walks over and clasps him on the back. “We only give you shit because we love you. Seriously. You’ve done an awesome job. You’ve been amazing on this tour. We couldn’t do this without you.”

  “Th-thanks,” Casey stutters, and his face reddens with embarrassment.

  Commotion and voices float through the open door and within seconds the room fills with a slew of emergency personnel. The EMTs quickly assess my health and I’m strapped to a board for easy transport to the nearest hospital.

  “I’m coming with,” Austin announces, walking alongside the wheeled stretcher. The chants from the crowd in the stadium call out for Three Ugly Guys—fans completely unaware of the chaos.

  “You’ll have to meet us there,” one of the paramedics says. “It’s policy. Sorry.”

  “I’m fine.” I reach for his hand and he takes it immediately.

  “Jayla, I’m not leaving you.”

  “I know. I don’t want you to.” I swallow and suck in a breath. I’m talking about more than a hospital visit, and by the expression in Austin’s eyes, he knows it, too. “Come see me after. We’ll talk. I promise I’ll be in good hands.”

  “Sir, we’re gonna need to take down your statement,” a police officer interrupts. “You can meet her at the hospital as soon as we’re done.”

  He hesitates and I see the war within him. He has a responsibility to stay, but he doesn’t want to leave my side. He bites at the inside of his cheek as his gaze finds mine. “You’re sure you’ll be okay?”

  “I wouldn’t lie to you,” I say. “Promise.”
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  There’s a flash of hurt in his stare, but I don’t have time to question it. He raises his hand in a wave and mouths “I love you” at the same moment my stretcher is wheeled out the doors and into the waiting ambulance.

  36

  Jayla

  It’s a whole new experience being on the other end of an emergency. In my time on the force I’ve sent hundreds to the hospital by way of an ambulance. Most times never seeing them again, and some only for an interview once they were in recovery.

  I shouldn’t be scared. Logically, I understand I’m being sent for treatment of a wound, and the doctors and nurses are trained professionals. Yet, there’s something uncomfortable and overwhelming in watching everyone talk about me, but not to me. There’s a moment as I’m rushed to an exam room that I regret not begging Austin to stay.

  The exam room is bright, and everyone works so efficiently—doctors bark orders, nurses ask questions—and my mind grows foggy as I struggle to keep up.

  Does this hurt? Rate your pain. Do you know your blood type? We’re going to take you to radiology for an ultrasound. Only a precaution. Monitor. Internal bleeding. Get some rest. The words pile up in my mind, stacking precariously on top of each other until I can’t keep up. I fight to keep my eyes open, but my lids feel so damn heavy. My body no longer hurts, though, and as I finally give in to the urge to sleep, the peaceful darkness is a much needed refuge.

  * * *

  “Jayla, baby.” Austin steps into my room, rushing to my side to reach for my hand. He leans his hip against my hospital bed, his gaze running the length of my body as if he’s worried I might crumble and disappear. His hair falls forward on his brow, casting his features in shadows.

  “Good show tonight?” I manage to say through my chapped lips. I’m still a little groggy and I don’t know exactly what time it is, but my guess is he came straight from the venue. The pain meds they gave me earlier send me in and out of consciousness, and while I dislike the lack of control, it’s also nice to not feel much pain.

  “No show tonight. The cops shut it down, what with a crime scene to investigate.” Austin attempts to smile, but his eyes narrow with concern. “That’s what took me so long. They wouldn’t let us leave. I’m sorry. I came as soon as I could. Everyone’s outside waiting. They won’t let more than one of us in at a time.”

  “That’s good, because I don’t feel much like company.” I try for a joke but he doesn’t laugh.

  “The nurse said you’re going to be fine.” I think he says it more for his own reassurance as much as mine.

  My hand goes to my right side and I rest it over the bandage hiding beneath my hospital gown. “I told you, just a graze. A few stitches,” I say, but we both know how lucky I am. A few inches more and I wouldn’t be alive. Coy would have killed all of us, and that’s what I will tell the detectives when they show up to take my statement.

  “She said you might have a concussion.”

  I shake my head. “Just precaution. They want me for observation. I’ll be fine.” They also want to make sure there’s no internal bleeding, but I don’t tell him that. The worry etched in his brow is hard enough to witness. The desire to put his fears to rest is almost overwhelming.

  Austin grabs a chair and slides it nearer to my bed to sit close. His thumb caresses the skin at my wrist as he holds my hand. “You scared me tonight, baby.” He kisses the back of my hand and lays his head gently against my body. His eyes hold a vulnerability and fear that slice to my core. I’ve been holding it together, but having Austin next to me makes it feel real again.

  I almost died.

  I was scared, too. Not only for myself, but for everyone in that room. Mostly of losing this love we just found. I clear my throat and with my free hand I brush the hair back from his face. “I know. But everything’s fine now.”

  “I need to tell you something.” He lifts his chin and levels me with a stare so serious and so concerned I can only nod.

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  He bites his lip and exhales a rush of breath as he drops his gaze back to where our hands clasp together. “You might not like me much after I do.”

  This is it. Apprehension and anxiety rush through my body, but there’s a steady reassurance in my mind that doesn’t believe Austin capable of what Glen inferred. We all have secrets. We all have stories. I need to hear his.

  “Whatever it is, I’m not going anywhere.” I cup his cheek and lift his gaze back to mine. I blink once and roll my eyes, forcing a smile. “Literally. I can’t get up right now.”

  He chuckles and shakes his head, but sobers as his lips part. “Do you remember Brianna?”

  My brain stutters at the name, but then memories hit like a train and I’m assaulted by the little girl’s face. “Your mom’s boyfriend had a daughter? You had to watch her sometimes.”

  He nods and his body tenses. “I did. A lot, actually. But when I left home, it wasn’t on good terms. I had to leave, you know? They were like a cancer. Toxic, and I had to get out of there for my own sanity. I didn’t look back.”

  I wait. His silence fills the space between us, stretching to an uncomfortable length. Still, I don’t interrupt.

  “I lost touch, and the band was doing big things.” He releases my hand to wipe at his face and I realize he’s crying. “Brianna ran away when she was fifteen. I don’t know where, but I think to LA. I thought . . . I thought I could make things right . . . I abandoned her when she needed me the most. I was selfish, and she had no one.”

  “Austin.” I hold back my own tears as I brush his from his cheeks.

  His gaze holds so much anger. Fear. Agony. It’s a side of him I’ve never witnessed. “It’s been over two years now. I can’t find her, Jay. I don’t know if she’s even alive.” He sucks in a sharp breath as if it physically pains him. “I hired a private investigator. He’s been looking for her for a year.”

  Everything clicks into place. Glen wasn’t lying. He was misinformed. The photos, they aren’t for Austin’s pleasure, they’re so he can find Bri. “It’s okay,” I say aloud, because I think both he and I need the reassurance.

  “No one knows.” He slams his eyes shut. “If it got out? The pictures he sends me . . . It would be really bad.” I understand what he’s not saying, and yet it doesn’t make my heart ache any less. His back trembles and he buries his head into my side as he cries.

  I stroke his shoulders and hold him the best I can. “It’s okay,” I murmur over and over again. It’s not, though. This is tearing him up inside. I can’t imagine for how long.

  After a few minutes, Austin lifts his head and his bloodshot gaze meets mine. “They’re all on the street, Jay. Homeless. Drug addicts. Working and selling their bodies. There’re so many, Jayla. There are so many lost girls.”

  I nod and hold his hands in mine. My heart hurts for this man, and for all these teenagers nameless and forgotten, lost and broken. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t trust that you’d understand.” He drops his head, shaking it back and forth. “I was scared you wouldn’t want me if you found out . . . and I was wrong to keep this from you.” He lifts his gaze. “I promise I’ll never do that again.”

  I relax my shoulders into the hospital bed and release a sigh. This feels like a turning point in our relationship. I’d like to believe it would’ve happened naturally, but there’s something about being held at gunpoint that makes a person reevaluate their priorities. I love Austin. I want to be with him, and I’m no longer holding anything back. “I have a secret of my own.”

  His eyes widen, just the slightest. “Oh?”

  “WMI asked me to stop making videos with you.” The truth rolls out of my mouth easily. Maybe it’s the pain meds, or the belief Austin and I will make it through whatever life throws us, but I’m no longer hesitant to tell him everything.

  “When?”

  “A few weeks ago. In Chicago.” My eyelids feel
heavy again, and sleep threatens to pull me under, but I fight through. “I didn’t want to start problems for you and the band, and we were in a good place. Besides, I knew if I told you, you’d post another video anyway.”

  He chuckles and offers me a slight smile. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

  “It was selfish of me.” I snuggle back into my pillow and let my head roll to the side.

  Austin rubs his finger against my wrist again, and it’s the most soothing touch.

  “I didn’t want to leave the tour. Not when we’d just discovered something good. I didn’t want it to end.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not angry with you.”

  “But it wasn’t right. I’m not someone’s pawn.” I yawn and my eyes water. Why am I so sleepy? Apparently, almost getting killed is hard work. “I manipulated you. Distracted you so you’d stop asking to make videos.”

  Austin grins. “In your defense, I enjoyed every second.”

  “Austin.” I draw out his name, but smile. When I’m healed and out of this hospital I look forward to ‘distracting’ him again.

  “I’m not mad. I forgive you.” He kisses the back of my hand. “That was a shitty thing of WMI to ask of you.” His lips press together, his smile gone. “I fucking hate our label. I curse the day Off Track Records got bought out.”

  “You curse the day?” I can’t help it, I laugh.

  “Hey!” Austin feigns offense. “Don’t poke fun. The injured patient card only works so far.”

  “I guess you’ll be getting a new head of security again.” My eyelid flutter shut.

  “Yeah,” Austin says. “But that’s okay with me.”

  My eyes fly open and hurt seeps through my tone. “Why’s that?”

  “Because . . .” His lips lift with his smile. “I’d much rather have you as my girlfriend.”