TRAITOROUS HEART
Volume 7
Breena Wilde
B Wilde Books
www.breenawilde.blogspot.com
COPYRIGHT
Traitorous Heart: 7
Copyright © 2014 Breena Wilde
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Cover by: Steven Novak www.novakillustration.com
Edited by: MJ Heiser www.cleanleaf.weebly.com
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to rock star groupies and to those who thought life would turn out one way, but it ended up totally different.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Afterword
About the Author
Breena’s Books
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks to my awesome cover artist, Steven Novak. To my editor at Clean Leaf Editing, Mary Johnson Heiser. To Timi Heiser for the lyrics, and especially to my family. You’re all rock stars to me.
Sex with a rock star
plus a murder
equals Katie Jayne’s life.
TRAITOROUS HEART
Volume 7
CHAPTER 1
Katie
When I was fourteen my mom accidentally ran over my foot with our family station wagon. The doctor told me I was lucky I’d been wearing shoes. Ten bones had been broken or crushed. My foot basically had to be held together by pins.
At the time the pain had been worse than anything I’d ever felt. But as I lay in the hospital bed, pain radiated from my shoulder and neck in excruciating waves and I realized that up until that moment I hadn’t known real pain.
More morphine, my mind cried.
I’d been rushed by ambulance to Mt Sinai Medical Center where they stitched several sections of my neck. Chloe had done a real number on me, including shooting me in the shoulder.
Apparently I was lucky the bullet went straight through. A millimeter to the right and the bullet would’ve torn out my joint. As it was the doctor said I might need surgery down the road for blood vessel damage or loss of motor function. Not good. But he also said he didn’t think there would be any permanent impairment.
It’d surprised me Chloe shot me in the shoulder instead of my head. She’d been adamant that I had to die. The police said her gun had gone off by accident, a reflex that occurred when she was shot.
I’d nodded my understanding, though nothing about the scenario made sense. I still couldn’t believe Chloe had tried to kill me in the first place. And worse still was that she hadn’t been acting alone. She’d been there to kill me on the authority of someone else. It was a man by the sound of the voice on the other end of Chloe’s phone call. And the man was still out there. Waiting. Watching. It freaked me the fuck out.
The one piece of good that’d come from Chloe trying to kill me was her confession. I knew she’d been the one to kill Reid, not Brian and most importantly, not Birdy. At my first opportunity I’d told the police as much. They were verifying my statement, but it looked like Birdy might not have to stand trial.
The whole, awful fucking situation would be rectified.
And Birdy would be free.
Cage had told me he was working with the police and filing the proper paperwork for Birdy’s release. It couldn’t come fast enough.
I’d been in the hospital two or three days. They had me on heavy medication to keep my pain at bay. It worked most of the time, but a side effect was that I couldn’t keep track of what happened around me.
I remembered the ambulance ride, the noise, and the flashing lights. Griffin had been there. He’d held my hand, brought it to his lush lips several times and whispered that he was sorry, so so sorry.
I kept trying to comfort him, telling him it was okay, that he hadn’t been the one to almost kill me, but I didn’t think any of the actual words came out of my mouth. At the hospital I saw him more than once, his concerned expression fading in and out of my consciousness.
When I finally woke enough to be coherent, I asked for Griffin. The nurse told me he’d left and that he hadn’t said whether he was coming back or not. I certainly appreciated him. Somehow he’d brought the police to my apartment. Griffin had saved me, protected me. Without a doubt I knew Chloe would’ve succeeded in her murderous plan if he hadn’t shown. For that I would be eternally grateful to Griffin.
But it was Cage who’d come to the hospital and stayed.
He stayed. That meant so much to me. And he’d done more than stayed. He helped me to the bathroom, got me ice chips, and fed me Jell-O and warm broth. His presence was a kind and handsome force that buoyed me up and helped me feel safe. His blue eyes, deep as the ocean, were ever watchful.
“Cage.” I swallowed. The movement felt like hot glass shards cutting through my throat. I searched for him, noticing for the first time my hospital room. It was plain, white everywhere with taupe window dressings. There were several machines to the left of my bed. One beeped in a rhythmic pattern.
“Hey, Dandelion.” He appeared suddenly, like a totally hot angel.
I faced him, forcing back a sob at my pain.
“Shhhh, it’s okay.” His gorgeous face twisted with worry. “Here’s the button for your pain medicine. Did you want me to push it?”
I nodded.
“Done.”
I waited for the morphine to climb my vein and remove the hurt.
“Take a sip of water. It’ll help your throat,” he said softly. He picked up a large, clear mug filled with water and brought the straw to my lips. I took a drink and realized I was parched. I drank some more.
“Better?” he asked, setting the mug back on the small table next to my bed.
“Yes. Thank you.”
CHAPTER 2
Katie
He smiled. “The doctor says you can go home today, if you’re up for it. What do you think about that?”
I returned his infectious smile. “That sounds good.” My words came out scratchy like the inside of my mouth had been caked with sand. I closed my eyes.
“Are you hungry? I can ask them to bring some food?”
I nodded. “A little,” I said though I wondered how I’d be able to eat with my throat so sore. Cage pressed the button attached to my bed to call for the nurse.
A female voice filled my room. “Yes?”
“Can you bring Miss Jayne her bre
akfast?” As he spoke he pushed a piece of hair off my face.
“Of course, Mr. Devereux.”
It didn’t escape my attention that there was high-pitched giggling in the background. Probably every woman on this floor thought he was gorgeous. He looked a lot like Chris Pine only better (yes, it was possible, the man was hot).
I blinked, admiring his beautiful face. He looked tired and in need of a shave. “Have you left at all?” I didn’t think he had, but asked anyway.
“A few times, but only when I knew you were asleep.” His thumb stroked the skin near my eyebrows.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” I took one of Cage’s hands and twined it with mine.
“Where else would I be?” He smiled sadly, glancing at his other hand. It looked like he was checking his watch.
“I’ve kept you long enough. I’m sure you have loads of work. Why don’t you go handle it? I can manage.” I tried to sit up as I spoke, but Cage pushed me back down.
“Easy there, tiger.”
I lay back and closed my eyes. The pain medication hit me, making it hard to keep them open. “Tiger? Why tiger?” I tried to smile, but I’m not sure it happened on my lips.
He ran a finger along the bandage on my neck.
I flinched, not because it hurt, but at the memory of Chloe pressing the knife against it.
“You’ve got stripes.” His words were meant to be light, but I heard his anguish.
“Hey?” I opened my eyes, strained to keep them that way. “I’m okay.”
“Thanks to Griffin.” Cage squeezed my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss in my palm.
A shiver ran up my arm. “Yes. And the police.”
“Griffin said he saw Chloe after his performance, that he overheard her speaking to someone on the phone about you, about what she intended to do to you. That’s why he contacted the police.”
“Hmmm. Mmmmmm,” I said, trying to remain focused. The images of Griffin fucking Chloe passed across my mind. I turned my head, trying not to see the look on Griffin’s face as well as Chloe’s. Of course it did no good. The images were seared on my brain.
“I owe him big time,” Cage went on.
I swallowed and found Cage’s eyes. “Cage…” Tears pushed against my lashes. I knew part of my emotional frenzy had to do with the medication, but I didn’t care. The man in front of me needed to know how much I appreciated him.
“Hey, why are you crying? Does it hurt?” Cage leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“I’m feeling better. It isn’t that. It’s just…” I swallowed again. “I’m so glad I know you. Without you I’d be…” What? Lost? Sad? A complete wreck? I wasn’t sure how to express all the emotions I held for him.
“Shhhh.” He kissed me gently on the mouth. I responded hungrily, hoping I could show him with my lips how much I cared for him.
When his lips left mine, he took a deep breath. “Tell me how you really feel,” he said with a seductive smile.
Need fluttered between my thighs. “I want to.”
He kissed my cheek. “Soon.”
CHAPTER 3
Griffin
Staying away from Katie was one of the most difficult decisions I’d ever made. I fucking had to though. It wouldn’t feel right to be there with her at the hospital after what I’d done with those other girls, but especially Chloe. Every time I thought of fucking Chloe and seeing Katie come into that room after the show at The Attic, my stomach got sick. And then when I overheard her talking to someone about cutting Katie, I became livid. When I realized Chloe had left The Attic I debated whether she was serious or not, but I finally called the police. They almost didn’t make it. When I thought of that large knife pressed against Katie’s neck, blood running down her throat it became hard to breathe.
Yet I didn’t change.
Sometimes I couldn’t believe how much of an asshole I really was. How had I allowed myself to get so far from her? I cared about Katie. Loved her. Yet I continued to fuck random women just for the sheer pleasure of it. And possibly to hurt Katie too. It made no sense, but I wanted her to only want me. Fucking other women made me feel better.
Like now. My make up artist, Sherry or Sally or Cindy, I wasn’t sure of her name, had her mouth around my cock. She was sucking and slurping. She was doing okay, but it was obvious she’d watched too much porn. I put my hand in her hair and forced her mouth deep onto my cock so she gagged. “That’s it. Work it.”
She moaned, pinching and pulling on her nipples. They were pierced. I was curious about what else she’d pierced.
She stood. “Wanna fuck me, Griffin?” She slid a finger down her body and between the lips of her pussy. It was pierced. I had the urge to tug on it.
“Yeah,” I said, turning her and bending her over my chair. Then I lifted her tiny plaid skirt and moved aside her red thong. “You ready for me?” I asked, pushing a condom all the way on and then shoving inside.
“Awwww, you’re huge. Your cock was made to fuck.” Her ass smacked against me as she moaned and pushed further on me. “Fuck me. Ahhhh, fuck me.”
I reached around and found her clit, lightly pulling on the small hoop poking from it.
“Mother fuck, that feels good. I’m going to come. Don’t stop.” She reached around and moved a finger in and out of her ass.
I rammed her pussy deeper until my orgasm crested.
“Shit. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming,” she moaned.
When we finished she stood up straight and looked at me. “Your dick is magical,” she said, flicking my chin.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
She pulled down her skirt. I threw away my condom and did up my pants.
“Let me touch up your makeup.” She went to work powdering the light sheen of sweat along my hairline.
“Awesome,” I said, watching her work in the mirror. Katie didn’t deserve a man like me. I was a fucking mess and I knew it, which was why I’d left the hospital. That lawyer, Cage Devereux had shown and I knew he truly cared for her. I could see it on his face.
And as much as I wanted to fucking hate the guy, I realized Katie deserved someone who would treat her the way she deserved. He seemed to be that kind of a man.
Even if I’d decided to stay with Katie, I couldn’t have anyway. I’d signed a contract with Warren Records and the marketing push for the release of Crushed Velvet’s first album was in full swing.
I was back in L.A. Today marked day one of our video shoot. Then tonight the guys and I were going to be interviewed by a local radio station.
“Mr. Maxwell. They’re ready for you on set,” a girl in super tight jeans and a tiny top said as she walked in.
“Thank you.” I quickly checked Crushed Velvet’s ranking on iTunes. Our single had released yesterday. It was sitting at number ten on the charts.
“Love your new song,” the assistant said, pushing her straight blond hair behind her ears.
“Glad to hear it.” I smiled, locked my phone, and glanced back in the mirror. My hair had a bunch of product in it. The makeup artist had applied eyeliner to my eyes and bronzer to my face, neck, and body. I looked like a rocker.
The makeup artist ran a poofy brown brush she’d dusted in bronzer over my chest. “I missed a spot,” she said, giving me a quick glance.
“No worries.” I stood. “Am I all good?” I held out my arms and spun in a slow circle. Since I hated to sing or perform wearing anything but jeans, that was all I wore now, and I was glad. Luckily the director thought my nearly naked look worked.
“You look perfect,” the makeup artist said. She smiled, revealing a dimple in her left cheek. It seemed almost too sweet for her face, which was covered in piercings and too much makeup. “Call me later if you’d like to go again.” She winked.
“Thanks.” I stood, following the assistant out of my dressing room, down the hall, and over to the set.
“Are you excited to shoot your first video?” she asked, glancing back at m
e.
“Sure,” I responded, watching her eyes roam my body.
She licked her lips as her eyes returned to my face. “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” She pressed a hand against my stomach.
I smiled. “Anything?” I asked, arching a brow playfully.
“Please,” she said softly. The scenario was familiar. I knew I could have her. Maybe I would. Later. For some reason that thought pissed me off. Probably because there was only one person I really wanted.
Fuck.
I shook thoughts of Katie from my mind. I needed to focus. The music video was for a ballad on our album entitled War of Hearts. The theme for the video was high concept.
Jasper, the director came over. “Hey Griff, my man. You ready to get started?” He asked the question, but I could tell he didn’t care about my answer.
“Hell yes,” I said, playing my part, which the director expected to be that of grateful musician. And I was grateful, but I struggled with young punks who thought it was acceptable to treat those he deemed unworthy without respect.
“Awesome.” He moved over to talk to another of his associates. The rest of the guys in Crushed Velvet were in their makeup chairs. They wore outfits that looked like knight armor. It wasn’t though. The silver armor was screen printed on black, tight-fitting body suits.
I thought about laughing, but one glance at Brian told me I’d better not or there’d be hell to pay. I covered my smile with the back of my hand.
A kid in his early twenties brought Jasper a cup of coffee. Jasper took it, waving the guy away without even an acknowledgement.
Straight in front of me was a bizarre, green set. Lights and wires hung above it. On three sides was a green screen. In another section of the large room were two smaller sets. One consisted of hundreds of lit candles surrounding a bed covered in black. The other contained a small stage complete with a drum set, microphones, guitars and amps.
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