Trouble: Rob & Sabrina: Boxed Set

by Selena Kitt

  “What the hell?” The gold-bling lackey yelled, covering his ears. With both hands. Including the one holding the gun. His lemon-shirted partner did the same.

  It was all the opportunity the guys needed. Rob disarmed Mr. Bling so fast I barely saw it happen. Jesse picked up the solid end of Tyler’s ruined guitar and walloped Mr. Lemon Shirt over the head. He went down with a yelp, dropping his gun. It bounced on the carpet and went off, the report almost lost in the sound of feedback, the bullet hitting the wall between Tyler and Katie’s bed and their night table.

  Jesse grabbed the gun before Mr. Lemon Shirt could reach for it and kicked the bedroom door closed behind them, presumably so no one could escape, and they wouldn’t have to give chase. I looked around in disbelief, my ears still ringing as I reached down to turn the amp to zero. The sudden lack of noise, aside from Dante’s groans, was startling. Dr. Marcus, who had been cowering in a corner, uncovered his ears and dared to come out from behind the chair where he was hiding. I’d completely forgotten about him.

  “On your knees. Hands on your head,” Jesse instructed and both Mr. Bling and Mr. Lemon Shirt did as he said. Jesse had a gun on one, and Rob had his leveled at the other.

  “Is he dead?” Rob called to Tyler, who was still pointing the gun at Dante, this time at his head. I edged closer to Rob, finding myself behind him again. Katie and Sarah clutched each other, both on the floor now.

  “No.” Tyler didn’t take his eyes off the man. “I’m not killing our father twice.”

  Dante went to his knees, then his side, gasping for breath. Blood spread quickly over the white carpet.

  “What now?” Celeste asked Rob. She already had her phone in her hand. “911… or cleanup?”

  “911.” Rob grimaced, looking back at me. “Whatever happens, happens.”

  “You sure?” she asked, her thumb hesitating over the call button on the screen.

  “Rob?” I looked up at him, touching his forearm, feeling the tension there, the gun still trained on one of Dante’s lackeys. Right now, all the press had was rumors. If we called 911, it was bound to come out. Every single sordid detail.

  “Yeah.” Rob nodded, meeting my eyes. “I can’t keep doing this. It’s time the truth came out.”

  I rested my cheek against his arm, closing my eyes in relief.

  In that moment, I’d never been prouder of him or loved him more.

  Chapter Eleven

  When I was a little girl, I always wanted siblings. As an only child, I was lonely. I wanted someone to play with, someone to talk to, besides my mother, who did stay at home with me when I was little, before she went back to work as a professor at Wayne State, and my father, who came home from work in his uniform, hung his hat, put away his gun, and ate dinner with us every night. When I met Katie, I finally had the sister I always wanted. But her parents were divorced, and she was jealous of my intact nuclear family unit. I guess the grass was always greener on the other side.

  But as I stood on the balcony and looked down at everyone playing in our infinity pool, eating Daisy’s food, I realized I finally had what I always wanted. It had taken falling in love with and marrying a rock star to attain it, strangely enough, in a place I never would have thought possible, but here it was. We were all together, all safe, all as happy as life would let us be.

  “Ready for this?” Rob came up behind me, arms around my waist. He nuzzled my ear and neck, making me smile and lean back against him.

  “No,” I answered honestly, turning in his arms and putting mine around his neck. “I’d rather stay up here in bed.”

  “I’m down with that.” He grinned, sliding his hands down over my hips. I was just wearing a ripped old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It was just family down there, after all. Well, family, and the band, and Arnie, and some of the other record execs. We were supposed to be celebrating the release of Trouble’s new album—the single, Never the Night, had already been the number one download on iTunes for two weeks—but we were really celebrating something else.

  We were all so relieved that it was over.

  “Damn, you feel so good,” he murmured, fitting my body to his. He’d buttoned up his shirt for the occasion, although he was still barefoot. His mouth found mine and I breathed him in, my lover, my husband, the man my heart beat for, every minute of the day. My fingers sifted through his hair, so soft, as our mouths met and melded.

  “Bed is so tempting right now,” I whispered as we parted.

  “We can’t.” He groaned, lowering his mouth to my throat. I tilted my head to give him better access, feeling goose bumps rising on my arms, my nipples hardening under my t-shirt. “But I want to. I always want you. Jesus, is it going to be like this for the rest of our lives? Am I going to want you like this forever?”

  “I hope so.” I smiled, touching my forehead to his. “I know I’m going to want you forever.”

  “I can’t fathom why.”

  “Because you’re Rob Burns.”

  “And you, my beautiful wife, are Sabrina Burns.”

  I couldn’t help smiling. We had kept that secret, he and I.

  Just like Rob had kept his secret, protecting his brother and sister as best as he could, even at the age of twelve. Catherine had been the one to call Dante. She told them all he would help them “clean things up.” He helped all right. He had held Leanne’s face to the stove and told all of the children if they ever told anyone about him or that he’d ever been there, he would do far worse to them.

  So, when the police were finally called, in order to protect his younger brother, Rob had told the authorities he was the one who had pulled the trigger. His mother, Leanne, was in so much pain from what Dante had done to her, she didn’t counter this, and when questioned, everyone agreed that it had been Rob. He made sure even little Sarah, just six years old, would tell the same story. Rob had grilled everyone, making sure they all would say the same thing.

  Sarah said she didn’t remember any of this. Thank God for small favors.

  But it had worked. Rob had spent some time in juvenile detention and was then moved to foster care. By then, his brother and sister had been taken to separate foster homes, and his mother was in prison for drug possession. No one knew where Catherine had disappeared to. Rob had searched for and found his siblings, but Catherine had searched for and found him. It was just a year after Trouble had hit it big that she reconnected with him and Rob had let her back into his life—against Tyler’s vehement protests.

  Rob had done it all to protect his younger brother, had kept the secret for years, even hiding the fact that they were siblings for fear someone would start to investigate. Juvenile records were sealed, so in theory, no one could access them, but Rob knew, and so did I, now that I’d experienced the power of money, that if enough cash was offered, anything was for sale. He didn’t want Tyler to carry the stigma of having murdered a man they all believed was their father. A man who, granted, had abused them and others beyond words, but was still the man they had called dad.

  What Rob hadn’t realized was that Tyler carried that guilt with him anyway. The horrible weight of having pulled the trigger—even if he honestly believed he was saving his mother by doing so—stayed with him, always. It came out in his rages, the mood swings, his addiction. I think Katie had really helped him somehow. In Katie, Tyler had an anchor, something to hold onto, to count on. But when it had all come out, when the press ran with the headline that Rob killed his father, Tyler’s guilt had returned tenfold.

  Not only did he feel horrible about pulling the trigger—then he felt awful that Rob was being blamed for something that he didn’t do. It was no wonder Tyler had relapsed, no wonder he had tried to end his own life. I couldn’t even imagine that kind of pain. I couldn’t imagine what Rob and Tyler and Sarah had been through, even though Rob had told me most of it now.

  This time, when I’d found out that Rob had once again kept something from me—not telling me that it was Tyler who had pulled the trigger, not
telling me about Catherine being there that day, about Dante—I didn’t run away. I had followed Jimmy Voss’s advice. I had turned to my husband, put my arms around him, and asked him, why? And he’d told me. Like a fountain, a geyser, he had finally spilled it all, lying in my arms, talking until his voice was hoarse and there were no more words.

  I couldn’t imagine the pain, the abuse, the hunger, the constant threat they’d lived under, all three of them, every single day until the day Tyler pulled the trigger. Now, knowing the man they called “Dad,” was, in fact, not their father but their uncle, had changed everything. Leanne had kept her own secrets, and maybe in some way, she believed she was protecting her children from an even bigger evil than Joe had been.

  Given what had come out after Dante was arrested, she was probably right. If Rob had known the man was his father, I have no doubt he would have gone after him. And if he had, he probably would have ended up in prison himself. Dante had made a full recovery, handcuffed to a hospital bed, and had been prosecuted—by the brand new interim state prosecutor—for running the largest child prostitution ring ever uncovered. More and more powerful people in L.A. were being implicated every day.

  “Are you ready to announce to the world that you’re my wife?” Rob asked, smiling down at me. He was so different now. He was still Rob, of course, but he was more relaxed, more open. He smiled more easily. He laughed louder. He said things instead of keeping them inside. He wasn’t hiding anything, not anymore. He was lighter—and he shined.

  “Yes.”

  I was more than ready. The papers had covered Catherine’s suicide, painting her out, once again, to be the victim of Rob’s selfish infidelity with me. We’d weathered that storm and thankfully, it had died down quickly. We’d been photographed several times together at events, me on Rob’s arm, and the press had started to be kinder. Maybe it was because I looked more “Hollywood” now—or maybe it was due to Arnie’s magic press-machine. The man had the Midas touch, it seemed. Whatever it was, the world seemed ready for Rob and Sabrina to officially be together—and we’d even been dubbed “Robalina” by TMZ.

  I guess we’d officially arrived.

  And I’d managed to put aside any of my own petty jealousies and insecurities about Catherine. I was even able to put my arms around Rob and tell him I knew he was sad about her death. Of course, he was. She’d been his first love, and her life had been a tragedy, from one moment to the next. Rob had been the only good thing she had to hold onto in the world, and in the end, she’d lost him because of her own insecurities. I wasn’t about to do the same.

  Rob slipped an arm around my waist, leading me out of our room, and I smiled to myself as we descended the stairs. I was ready to tell our secret to the world—but I had one more secret of my own.

  “Katie! Tyler!” I hugged Katie as we came into the kitchen. Tyler was getting a soda out of the fridge and he tipped it at me with a wink. I went over and hugged him too, murmuring how good it was to see him, and it was. We’d almost lost him, after all. And we’d worried, for a while, even after he went to rehab, that he might do it again. But looking at him now, at the way he smiled at Katie across the room, alleviated those fears.

  “Look at you!” Katie raised her eyebrows at my casual outfit. No more Versace or Ralph Lauren or Vera Wang. They were still in my closet, but I was ten pounds too heavy for most of them. Besides, I was far more comfortable in my old clothes. Arnie had wanted to throw them away, but I’d packed them in boxes and stored them. “You’re glowing!”

  “I’m happy.” I smiled, taking a swipe at the frosting on the cake Daisy had made for the occasion, sitting temptingly on a pedestal

  “Hey!” Daisy protested, smacking my hand, as usual. I just laughed.

  “Where’s Sarah?” I asked, shaking my head at the glass of wine Rob had poured for me. “Just a bottled water. Or milk, if we’re eating cake! Can we eat cake yet?”

  “You haven’t eaten your dinner,” Daisy admonished.

  “What am I, six?” I snorted. “Besides, life’s too short.

  “Sarah’s out in the pool with Anne,” Celeste said, and I saw her sitting at the table next to Jesse. Jesse had moved into Celeste’s house and they drove in to work every day together. Today they both had the day off though—they were just here for the party.

  I glanced out the French doors and saw people swimming in the pool. The rest of Trouble was out there splashing around, goofing off. Nick, Kenny and Jon had all been handpicked by Arnie for the band, way back at the beginning. Rob hadn’t even known their names before Arnie had tossed them together like a salad and said, “Work.” But they had—and it had worked. Rob said Arnie had an incredible eye for talent, and if Trouble was any indication, he was right.

  I saw Sarah swimming with her roommate. Anne had her arms around Sarah’s neck. Sarah had come out after the shooting. She’d come out to me first, then to Rob and Tyler, then to her mother, admitting that she was not only a lesbian, but she was in love with Anne.

  Leanne was out on the patio, sitting at the table. Sarah had been insistent about trying to get her to reconnect with the boys. At first, Sarah took Leanne to visit Tyler in rehab. By the time he was out, they were talking regularly again, and I think it had actually helped Tyler in his recovery to connect with his mother again. Rob, on the other hand, was a tougher sell. He permitted her to come around, because Sarah and Tyler insisted, but he didn’t do much more than nod to acknowledge her presence.

  You would have thought it would be Tyler who would have the harder time getting past it, given that he was the one who had killed Joe—and he was the one who had taken the brunt of her anger, fear and pain at the moment of her husband’s death. Rob hadn’t made up all those awful things his mother had said after Joe was killed—but it was Tyler, her ten-year-old son, who had heard those words directed at him. But Tyler had forgiven her. Maybe it was the result of being in a program and the twelve-steps, I didn’t know. But Rob was the one who held onto his anger, his utter contempt for her. I knew, someday, he’d have to deal with it.

  “Okay, I give up,” Daisy sighed when I snatched another finger full of frosting off the cake. “Eat dessert first.”

  “Cake!” I squealed as she cut me a big piece and put it on a plate.

  Of course, then everyone wanted cake. I sat at the table next to Celeste and Rob got me a big glass of milk. Daisy’s chocolate cake was heaven on earth and I’d been looking forward to it for a week. It was rich, moist, and the trick was it was four layers, with chocolate ganache between each.

  “Daisy, if you don’t quit cooking like this, I’m going to gain all my weight back.” I groaned, sitting back in my chair and pushing away a plate with just a smidge of cake left.

  “You’re starting to look healthy again.” She stuck her tongue out at me and winked at Rob, who was standing at the kitchen island, eating his own slice of cake.

  “Keep eating.” Rob came over, holding his fork out to me. I sighed but took a decadent bite of his. “You’ve got ten more pounds to go at least.”

  “Oh no,” Katie complained. “Daisy, don’t change anything. If they don’t want you, we’ll steal you away.”

  “Nuh-uh,” I protested. “She’s not going anywhere—she’s ours! If you want to eat her cooking, move back in with us.”

  “No way.” Katie shook her head. “We just finished getting the house fully furnished.”

  “And the bedroom floor redone,” Tyler piped up.

  “We went with hardwood,” Katie said.

  “Smart move.” Rob nodded.

  No one mentioned Dante or the disaster that day could have been. We were all here, breathing, laughing. Celebrating.

  “But you are catering the wedding, aren’t you, Daisy?” Katie called.

  “How many guests are on the list now?” Daisy licked her own chocolate frosting off her fingers. She had a splotch on her cheek.

  “Well, combined…” Katie looked over at me, pursing her lips. “Between me and
Sabrina, our families, all of Tyler and Rob’s friends, plus everyone we have to invite because of Trouble…”

  “Eight hundred,” I said matter-of-factly. “It’s going to be huge.”

  “Yikes!” Daisy squeaked, choking on her milk. “Eight hundred?”

  “Eight hundred what?” Sarah and Anne came in through the French doors, both wrapped in towels.

  “Guests to the wedding.” Celeste smirked. “So, do you guys want to make it nine?”

  “Nine hundred?” I laughed. “Who did we forget?”

  “My family,” Celeste said, still smirking. “And Jesse’s.”

  I sat still, jaw dropped, my gaze skipping over to Katie, who looked just as shocked.

  “Celeste! Are you engaged?” Katie cried, and then we were hugging and congratulating her, Sarah too, which got us all wet and made us laugh more.

  “We can’t have a triple wedding, that would be crazy,” Katie protested. “Just think of poor Daisy!”

  “What’s another hundred?” Daisy laughed, wiping chocolate frosting off her cheek.

  “Well, we could always just step aside and let you guys get married.” Rob was behind me, his hands on my shoulders, and I glanced up at him and smiled.

  “Oh, I don’t think so,” Katie scoffed. “You two are tying the knot with us!”

  “Well, the thing is…” I said, glancing around with everyone looking at us. “We kind of already did.”

  “What?” Sarah was the first one to say it.

  “I planned to announce it later, out there, officially,” Rob nodded toward the crowd outside. “But we wanted you guys to know first. We got married when we went to Aruba.”