by Jamie Begley
Sawyer smiled gratefully at the men for making sure Vida was safe.
“How did you get away from Rick?” Vida asked.
“Kaden rented me then wouldn’t give me back,” Sawyer answered, going on to tell her about her second kidnapping and how King had rescued her.
“He must have sent Ashley to warn me. She’s the reason I knew how to find you.”
“Why didn’t he just call and tell you himself?”
“No one has heard from him since the night the FBI raided the recording studio. He might have been afraid the police would arrest him.”
Sawyer shook her head. “King is too smart for the police to catch.” She ignored the frosty gazes of the FBI agents. “I think he’s gone after Digger.”
Vida nodded her head in agreement. “I agree. I hope he finds him. Digger is evil and deserves everything that King does to him. He killed a FBI agent that was a friend of mine.”
Sawyer didn’t tell her that wasn’t the worst of the sins that hell was waiting to make Digger pay for. She prayed every night for the women that Digger had kidnapped.
“Sawyer, do you know why Digger wants us?”
“He’s trying to find a connection between King and us.”
“But there isn’t one,” Vida protested then, seeing the look in Sawyer’s eyes, she asked, “Is there?”
“No, Vida, there’s no connection between King and us,” then she added softly, “but there was between him and Callie.”
“No, Sawyer, there wasn’t.” Vida stood up, jerking her hand away from her friend.
“King was Callie’s father,” Sawyer told her.
“No!” Vida started crying and Sawyer joined her. Discussing Callie was bringing back all the heartache they had never been able to leave behind.
“How could he just stand back and not do anything?” Vida cried.
“I don’t know, Vida. I really don’t. I know she was born during the time of his sister’s death. Maybe he thought he was protecting her. Instead, he left her in the hands of pure evil. Brenda makes Digger look like a choirboy. I told Digger about Callie, that she was a friend of ours, but I didn’t tell him that King was her father. I told him there wasn’t a connection that I knew about. I don’t think he believed me, though. His hatred of King has gone too far. He can’t back down now without taking King down, and he thinks King would try to save us.”
Vida and Sawyer both sat quietly, thinking.
“He would, wouldn’t he, Sawyer? He’d sacrifice himself for us.”
“Yes. He believes he owes us for saving Callie that day. King always pays his debts,” Sawyer answered.
“This is such a mess. What are we going to do now? King and Digger are both missing.” Vida and Sawyer stared at each other, unsure of what their next step should be. They’d always had a plan of action since they were kids.
“I can answer that question.” Kaden stepped forward, walking to the couch and sitting down beside Sawyer. “We have the hotel secure; you two can stay here until the band has to be at their next concert. Then, you two need to be moved to a safe house.”
Sawyer started to protest then remembered her promise about taking her safety more seriously. “Where?”
“I have a remote cabin that you both could stay in with Alec’s security guards. As soon as the tour is over, I can join you and we can decide where to go next.”
Vida and Sawyer both looked at each other as Colton walked over, sitting down next to Vida. “It’s a good idea, Vida. If you go back to Queen City, Digger won’t stop. If he’s finally made a move toward King, he won’t back down until one of them is dead. Digger’s operation is exposed; he has nothing to lose.”
Sawyer saw Vida’s nod of agreement. “Then I guess we’re all going to Kaden’s cabin.”
Looking at Kaden and the band, then at the rough appearance of the Predators, Sawyer thought the next few days were going to be interesting.
Chapter Twenty-three
“Where are you, Kaden? They’re holding the plane for you.” Grace’s voice sounded worried.
“I’m stuck in a meeting. R.J. is going to get me another plane tomorrow. You guys go ahead.” Tatiana motioned to him from where he was standing with R.J. and Briana. R.J. had convinced him to stay overnight and meet his family tomorrow due to the Christmas party he had thrown the band.
“Kaden, you are going to show, aren’t you? We miss you. Please, Kaden, it’s Christmas.”
“I said, I’ll be there in the morning.” His voice sounded sharp, but he made no effort to soften his tone. “Put Mom on and I’ll tell her myself.”
“Kaden—”
“Grace,” he mocked, “put Mom on.” The rustling of the phone could be heard then his mother’s voice came over the line.
“I’m stuck in a meeting. The plane is going to take you guys then come back for me.”
Silence was his only answer.
“Mom, I’ll be there in the morning before the kids open their presents.” Kaden lifted his glass of whiskey for another drink.
“Okay, Kaden. We’ll see you in the morning. I love you.” Resignation sounded in her voice.
“I’ll be there, Mom. I won’t let you down.” Kaden knew he was lying, planning on calling in the morning with another excuse.
“I know you won’t. I’ll see you in the morning.” The line disconnected with a final click.
Kaden sat up in the bed, sweat drenching his flesh as he ran his hand through his damp hair.
“Kaden, are you all right?” Sawyer’s sleepy voice sounded from the side of the bed. When they had gone to bed, she had been in his arms, but she always managed to slip away from him during the night. She couldn’t sleep pinned down by his weight.
“I’m fine; just a bad dream.”
The covers rustled as she rolled over closer to him, curling against his side.
“Quit fighting them, Kaden.” Her hand reached out, stroking his chest as she pressed him back to the bed.
“Fighting what?”
“The memories.”
His arm came up to lay across his eyes, trying to shut out her words.
“You don’t understand, Sawyer.”
“I understand what it’s like to lose someone you love. The pain is so bad that you don’t let yourself think about it during the day. The only time their memories can get through is when you’re sleeping. It’s a wonderful gift.”
“It’s not a gift. It’s a punishment.”
“Kaden, it’s not a punishment.”
“Yes, Sawyer, it is.” His arm fell back to his side. “I’m responsible for killing my entire family.”
“No, Kaden,” Sawyer protested.
“I did. I was supposed to meet them at the airport before the plane took off. R.J. had a Christmas party, though. Tatiana and I had been partying pretty heavily and I let R.J. convince me to let them go ahead. I told them that I would be there when they woke up, but I had no intention of going. I was planning to blow them off again.”
“It wasn’t the first time?”
“No, R.J. discovered me when I was just fourteen. By the time I was eighteen, he had put the band together and we were becoming well known. My mom, at first, tried to keep control, but R.J. overwhelmed her. Then, when I turned eighteen, there wasn’t anything she could do. I sold my soul to R.J. for fame.”
“No, you didn’t, Kaden. You were just young and misguided.”
“Because of me, my mother, sister, her two kids and her husband died. My sister was pregnant.”
“That’s why you had the vasectomy. To punish yourself.”
“I don’t deserve to have children. It’s because of me that three children lost their lives.”
“They wouldn’t want you to blame yourself, Kaden, and they would have been glad you weren’t on the plane.” Sawyer knew that there was nothing she could say that would convince him he wasn’t responsible.
“When Vida, Callie and I were kids, we thought we were sisters. We would cry at the end of
the day when Goldie and Brenda showed up to take them home. My mom was raised in a wealthy neighborhood. I was three when my dad died and we moved into a big apartment building. I didn’t realize it was for low income, nor did I understand the desperation that filled the people’s lives that lived there. I just knew I had Vida and Callie.
“Everyone in that apartment building knew that Callie was being abused. Hell, everyone in the neighborhood knew it. But every single damn one of them minded their own business; too afraid of Brenda, or the state. There were several families that had undocumented immigrants living with them or women with boyfriends who weren’t supposed to be there. They all watched out for themselves. No one watched out for Callie.” Sawyer’s eyes stared into his, seeing the pain of losing someone reflected back at her.
“I should have told someone at school. I should have taken her someplace and hidden her. I should have done something.” Her voice broke. “Her mother’s boyfriend found Brenda in bed with another man. He killed both of them before setting her apartment on fire, then killed himself. They found Callie dead in an apartment next door. She must have run away before he set the fire. Every single day I think of something I should have done to save her.
“I learned the hardest lesson of my life that day. The same one that you learned when you lost your family. That family always comes first. If you were given the opportunity again, would you have made that flight?”
“God, yes. I would have been there for their birthdays, Thanksgiving, the first day of kindergarten. I would’ve been there.” This time it was Kaden’s voice breaking.
“I would have called the police. I would have run away with Callie. I would have killed Brenda. I would have done something. That’s what we learned, Kaden; the most painful lessons in life are the ones that hurt the most.”
They held each other through the night while Kaden talked about his family and Sawyer talked about her mother and Callie. Eventually, they got out of bed, taking a bath together. Sawyer threw in her last bath bomb. She had saved the overpowering floral-scented one for last, not crazy over the smell.
Kaden made a face, sinking into the tub.
“What?” Sawyer giggled at his expression.
“I have a feeling this is going to be another painful life experience.”
“Why?”
“Those bikers are going to think I’m a pussy for smelling like a girl.”
***
Vida and Sawyer had lunch together in Sawyer’s room. Kaden had been able to get Vida and Colton a suite next door. For the other bikers, the hotel found rooms on different floors.
Kaden was still interviewing tour managers, but Colton had joined them. Vida told her how King had let her stay at the strip club for her protection.
“They told me that you were staying there; they didn’t tell me you were actually stripping.” The bastards hadn’t told her that part. Suspiciously, she asked Vida, “What was your stage name?”
“Trouble. I wasn’t very good at it, even worse giving lap dances.” Sawyer had lived with Vida since her mother had died; she knew what kind of body she had. She would bet the men had loved her. Vida was beautiful in a quiet and unassuming way, but her body was a showgirl’s dream with long legs and perky breasts.
She cast Colton a look underneath her lashes. “How did she really do?”
“She did great dancing, but I’m still waiting to judge the lap dancing,” he said, giving Vida a sensual smile.
Sawyer laughed at his answer.
She noticed the new tat on Vida’s collarbone, the intricate lines of the butterfly drawing her eye. “Are those your initials?” She made out the swirling lines of the C and the D.
“Yes.”
Wow, the man didn’t believe in wasting time.
Sawyer also noticed the color on the back of her wrist when she lifted her glass to take a drink. She reached out, turning her wrist over to get a better look. It was a piece of art.
“It’s beautiful, Colton,” Sawyer complimented him.
“Thank you.”
“If you get time, will you give me another tattoo? I already know what I want.”
“If I can get a machine,” Colton said.
Sawyer studied the man, who it was obvious her friend was in love with. He had always been good looking, but age and experience had added a sensual appeal that would be hard for a woman to resist. Sawyer was confident enough to know Vida wouldn’t have made it easy for him.
At that moment, Kaden came into the suite, slamming the door. He took a seat at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee.
“I take it the interviews are not going well?” Sawyer questioned.
“They’re going fine, if I want another R.J.,” Kaden said in disgust.
“I really like Jordan.” Sawyer knew Jordan would be thrilled with the job.
“Ms. Jordan is too inexperienced for the job.”
“That’s what makes her perfect. She’s eager to please, enthusiastic, and I damn sure don’t see her hiring a pimp for the band.”
“I’ll think about it,” Kaden conceded.
“Does that mean that you’re considering going back to singing full-time?” Sawyer asked, twirling her hair.
“No, I just want to leave them in better hands this time. I plan on spending my time writing songs, and occasionally singing, but I have no intention of becoming involved in the constant touring and travel.”
Sawyer smiled, relieved. She wasn’t fond of touring, but she would have done it to make him happy. She could handle the occasional concert and she wanted to travel, just not to the extent his career would require. She stopped her wayward thoughts. Kaden had never really said he was planning on a future together with her after Digger’s capture.
“Something wrong?” Vida questioned. Her friend knew her too well not to recognize that something was bothering her.
“N—n—no.” Both Kaden and Vida looked at her skeptically.
Sawyer sought to change the subject. “Do Vida and I have to stay inside for the next two days? We have enough security that we should be able to get out for a little while to do some shopping.” Kaden and Colton both nodded their heads in agreement.
“The Predators can watch you while you shop. Digger is smart enough not to try anything when you’re surrounded by them.”
“Take some of Alec’s security, too; they’ll have the firepower if Digger does get brave,” Kaden added.
Colton lifted a brow, not saying anything. Kaden got his message with a nod of his head.
“Go, you’ll probably be safer than Fort Knox.”
Vida and Sawyer both got to their feet, anxious to relieve their anxiety over Digger with some retail therapy. Sawyer, already dressed, went to go with Vida as she dressed so they could gossip without the men overhearing.
“Sawyer,” Kaden’s command had her freezing, turning to face him.
“Did you forget something?”
“No, I have my own money; Vida brought my purse.”
“I wasn’t talking about money.” His eyes stared into her until she blushed, walking back to him and then leaning down to brush his mouth with hers. She started to stand, but his hand on the back of her neck held her captive as he took control, giving her no opportunity to evade his kiss.
“Now you can go,” he said, releasing her. The girls had the door open this time when Colton’s voice called out.
“Vida.” Vida turned back.
“Did you forget something?” His voice mocked Kaden’s choice of words.
“Now that you mention it, I did. Come here.” Colton grinned as he stood up and walked to Vida’s side.
Sawyer’s mouth dropped open. He had a lethal sensuality that would make any woman pause. When he stopped in front of Vida, he put his arms around her waist, lifting her against his body and giving her a passionate kiss that had Vida almost losing her balance when he placed her back on her feet. Colton put out a hand to steady her.
Sawyer threw Kaden a dirty look. Obviously
she had a thing or two to learn from her younger friend.
Chapter Twenty-four
Sawyer and Vida spent the day shopping. Sawyer was able to replenish her supply of bath bombs, even purchasing several for Vida. Vida picked herself out a few more items of clothing, explaining that Colton and she had left Queen City in a hurry and hadn’t brought enough clothes.
The Predators watched them closely, entering the stores with them, making the salesclerks nervous. Sawyer couldn’t blame them; their appearance was frightening. She noticed the one with a scar down his cheekbone standing in the store doorway, surveying anyone who entered.
When they stopped for lunch at a small diner, Vida told her all the tricks she had learned about stripping. She couldn’t hold back her giggles when she talked about shaking her ass at the crowd as she left the stage.
Sawyer couldn’t help it; she laid her head down on the table she was laughing so hard. She had never imagined her shy friend would ever be able to strip, much less shake her ass at a group of horny men.
Suddenly somber, Sawyer took her hand in hers. “I’m so sorry that you went through that, Vida. If I hadn’t been stupid enough to go out with Rick, then you wouldn’t have had to go to work for King.”
“If Rick hadn’t kidnapped you, then Briggs or Morgan would have. Digger is determined to find out something to use against King.”
“I know. Let’s hope the police find Digger, and we won’t have to be surrounded by our entourages anymore,” Sawyer teased.
“I don’t know. I’m beginning to like being surrounded by a large group of men.”
“Yours are better looking than mine. Mine look like they have sticks up their asses; yours look like they put them there.” Both group of men cast suspicious glances, as if they knew they were the topic of conversation.
When they arrived back at the hotel, the security guards put them on the elevators, radioing Kaden’s security that they were on their way up. Sawyer was about to say goodbye to Vida at the door to her room when she got a text message from Kaden, telling her that he was interviewing Jordan, and if she wanted to see her before she left, to come to Jordan’s room.