Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends (8 page)

“Weird.”

“What?” Dax asks.

“Call Birdy and see if she’s with Jett.”

“I know she’s not. Birdy texted a few hours ago saying Steve dropped her off at the apartment. Fred walked her up.”

“She’s not answering her fucking phone.”

He dials her again and again with the same result. He even has Dax call Birdy, and Eli call Chloe. They have the same story.

“Holy fuck. No. There was a missing guy today at the hotel.”

“Kam, calm down, she’s probably napping.”

“Motherfucker,” he roars.

Eli turns around from the passenger seat. “Calm the fuck down. She’s fine in her apartment. She’s either asleep or has her phone on silent.”

“Cole.” Kam beats on the back of the seat.

“Doing ninety, brother.”

Six city blocks feel like eternity. His buzz fades rapidly with the realization they took her. The throb in his side comes to life as the adrenaline and fear take over. Kam is out of the SUV before Cole brings it to a stop. He hears his brothers yelling something behind him, but doesn’t stop to listen.

He clutches his side as he races. Even Fred tries to talk to him, but he blows straight past him up to Jett’s apartment. He reaches for the door handle and freezes when it opens.

“Jett.” Kam rushes through the apartment checking each room quickly and finds nothing.

“Jett!” he screams again, going back through each room but not finding her.

His eyes land on her purple cell phone lying on kitchen table, and he loses his shit. Dax rushes to his side and lifts him to his feet as the other brothers follow him. They set Kam on the couch.

“I’ll call the police.” Cole reaches in his pocket for his phone.

“I’m going to fucking kill him. I’ll kill the motherfucker with my bare hands.”

“Who are you going to kill?” All four men look up in unison to see Jett standing in the doorway with an armful of bags.

Kam goes to her in three long strides, grabs her shoulders, and begins shaking her. Dax is behind him whispering in his ear. “Kam, stop. She doesn’t know what happened this morning.”

“Kam, what’s wrong?”

He drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around her waist, and begins to sob. He’s never cried in front of his brothers. He has only shed tears when he buried his mom and dad, but today he cries like a baby while holding her in his arms.

“Jett, you need to sit down.” Cole takes her bags from her hands.

Kam rises up to his feet and guides her to the couch.

“Kam, you’re bleeding.” Jett pulls up his shirt, exposing the large bandaged area.

Dear Future,

Today I’m marrying my best friend. Actually, I’m marrying my only friend. This man saved me from my own blood and myself. When his brother, Cole, told me the tale, I hurt. It stung to know someone loved me deeply enough to take care of me. He wants to give me a new last name and future forever with him. I’ll never look back.

Jett Sterling

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re getting married. We are like sisters now.” Birdy snaps the final button on Jett’s white dress.

When she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t regret going out shopping yesterday and scaring the hell out of Kam. Little girls dream of getting married in a beautiful white gown, and she was only making sure that dream came true for her since she already had the prince.

Jett’s fingers tremble as she pulls the ring she purchased for Kam from the black velvet box. She recalled a story about his dad that Kam told her one of the first nights they were together. Kam said one day he’d wear a thick gold band with his wife’s initials on the inside and raise a strong set of men just like his father did.

She spent most of her time yesterday searching for a jewelry store that had the exact gold band she’d imagined in her mind, and then one who could engrave it for her. Jett put her own personal touch on the inside. She smiles as she reads the inscription over and over. “I found my king. –Jett S.”

“Are you ready?” A waitress Jett worked the night shift with peeks her head in.

“I am.” It comes out steadier than anything else she’s ever said in her life.

“I love you, Jett.” Birdy wraps her up in a huge hug. “See you out there.”

Jett and Kam agreed to make their wedding about them and only them. It’s more than evident the Sterling brothers will stick together through thick and thin, and it’s also clear their parents are smiling down on them from heaven, so all Jett and Kam need is each other.

It hurts a bit to know Jett’s mother won’t be seeing her get married, but then again, she had to come to terms with knowing her own mother stayed in that lifestyle. And more so, she chose it. She closed every single chapter of her old life last night and vowed to herself to never look back or feel sorry for herself. She lived each day of her life to make her way to Kam, and that’s the way Jett will always look at it.

She smiles at herself in the mirror with her long, dark hair pulled up in a bun, and especially at the gorgeous white dress draped on her body. There was no doubt in her mind when she went shopping yesterday what style dress she’d wed in. She’s always been deeply in love with the mermaid style dress, and her curves rock every stitch of it.

The wedding march blares through the club, and without a second thought she steps from the office. The scene before Jett has her in tears before she’s able to move. Kam’s gone above and beyond any expectations for a makeshift wedding ceremony. But what else would Jett expect of a Sterling?

Deep red rose petals cover the dance floor with lights perfectly accenting large sprays of red roses. As she takes in the decorations, she looks up to the man standing at the end of the aisle. Kam is in black slacks with a white a dress shirt, and in all his dapperness he has the top two buttons undone on his shirt.

She scans his entire body for his aviators, knowing they have to be somewhere, but she can’t seem to find them. When Kam shoots her a smile, Jett remembers she’s supposed to be walking toward her future. She feels the eyes of his brothers, Chloe, and Birdy on her, but can only seem to focus on Kam. One foot in front of the other, she repeats it over and over in her mind. When she’s merely feet from Kam, he closes the distance between them.

“Get your ass up here.” He lifts Jett, twirling and whirling her up to the altar.

“You are so damn bossy.”

“I can’t help it when I’m around you, Jett.” Kam leans down and kisses her.

Someone nearby clears their throat, and both the bride and groom turn to see the pastor giving them the stink eye.

“I see I have two eager participants here today.” He shoots them a wink. “I don’t know either the bride or groom and have been instructed to keep it simple and bless this marriage.”

The pastor begins with an opening prayer. Jett refuses to bow her head and close her eyes, not wanting to miss one memory of her wedding. She focuses on Kam’s loving face as the pastor speaks, and they exchange vows, waiting on the moment when she’s officially introduced to the world as Jett Sterling.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Kam grasps Jett’s face with both hands. “I love you so much.” He leans in and places a romantic kiss on her lips.

Then Jett hears the sweetest phrase of her life, and she etches each word upon her heart.

“For the first time in history, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Kam Sterling.”

Kam grips Jett’s hand and she tugs right back on it.

“Never let go, Kam.”

The brothers decide to take the party to the hotel room, inviting all their L.A. friends for the “after-party.” Most call it a reception, but in true Sterling fashion they make it bigger and better. The club atmosphere has migrated to the penthouse. Jett doesn’t change from her wedding dress, and Kam keeps most of his clothes on from the ceremony as well, except for his shirt. Jett ripped that off in the limo.

“I’ll stab a bitch in the eyeball if they even think about touching you.”

“I can put a shirt on, Jett.”

“No, I like it. It’s like my own little trophy.”

“Oh, really.” He grins down at her. “I’d like a taste of my trophy right now.”

Jett giggles like a schoolgirl as Kam lifts her up and throws her over his shoulder. He winces when his side hurts like fucking hell, but nothing will stop him from taking his wife for a second time on their wedding night.

Closing the door behind him, he throws her down on the mattress.

“Could you have picked any tougher dress to get fucked in?”

“I have to make something challenging with you, Mr. Sterling.”

Kam pulls down his pants and throws them and his boxers to the side. He doesn’t miss the fact that Jett watches his every move. He lies down on the bed next to her. “Now, it’s your turn. Give daddy a little show.”

Jett rises to her feet and begins the show. After several minutes of the most luscious strip tease of his life, Kam drags Jett down to him. She places her hands on his chest and gets ready to steady herself. Her extravagantly large diamond ring shines brightly.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?” Kam props up on his elbows as Jett flies from his body.

“Nothing.” He watches as she grabs something from the small purse she’s carried around all day.

Jett climbs back up on Kam and straddles him at the waist.

“I forgot to give this to you. I guess I was so entranced by our vows that I forgot.”

“What?” He smiles up at her.

Jett sits back on him, grinding her hips and searching for him. Kam smiles even wider knowing what the little shit is trying to do. He reaches down between them and guides his cock deep into her. Jett takes advantage of the position and begins riding him.

“Oh, fuck,” Jett moans out, interlacing her hands with his.

Kam feels a cold piece of metal slide down his ring finger, and when he looks up, a thick gold band stares back at him. He feels tears form and tries to hold them back as Jett grinds up and down on him, moaning out her pleasure. Kam brings his hands down, analyzing the ring. No way she could have…? He slides it off his finger and reads the inscription, and now the tears fall in earnest.

He doesn’t even try to hold back his orgasm and lets go at the same time Jett screams her release.

“It’s all downhill from here, boys.” Dax holds up his shot of whiskey to toast his brothers.

The four men sit in the business booth at Made To Sin.

“Cheers,” they repeat in unison as they down the whiskey at nine in the morning. Each brother picks up the next shot.

Kam holds his up first. “To empires and living out our dreams.”

“Cheers.” They clink glasses before they shoot the liquid.

Cole holds up his next. “Always as one. Together forever as Sterlings.”

“Cheers.” And yet another shot goes down.

Four remaining shots lay on the table, and all eyes are on Eli as he picks his up. He raises his shot glass high. “To us four brothers, our new family, this new club, and the next three on our map. Watch out Denver, Seattle, and Vegas. Sterlings are on their way.”

“Cheers.” The final shot goes down, and the men stand from the booth.

“This is a lot fucking harder than I thought it would be.” Cole places his hands on his hips and turns around, taking in the view of the club.

“Yeah, it fucking is.” Eli brushes a hand under his eyes.

“It’s like we’re leaving home again,” Dax adds.

“It’s time, boys.” Kam leads the men over to the main bar and passes each one of them a black Sharpie. This has been their ritual since the first Made To Sin club went up on the East Coast. The men have always cherished their inheritance from their parents and made sure to honor them by writing a quick note to them under the bar.

Eli kneels down first and begins to write.

Mom,

Thank you for everything. You’re a grandma now, and I’d give anything for you to be able to rock your namesake, sweet Martha, in your arms and sing to her like you did to me. Pop better be taking care of you up there.

Love, the baby of the family,

Eli

Eli steps back and watches Dax kneel and write his thanks.

Pop,

Your bonehead son settled down finally. Found a woman amazing enough to tame this wild soul. Thank you for allowing me to take this journey. You built a foundation for us boys, and I’ll never let your legend die. I love you.

Dax

Cole’s next and doesn’t take time to read his brothers’ notes.

Mom & Dad-

Well, we did it yet again. It was hell keeping the boys on task and focused, but we did it. Mom, you’d be so happy with all the new women in the family. Dad, I now understand your grunts of disapproval with Mom. Love takes patience, and I’m not sure I’ll ever understand that, even though it’s the one thing I want.

Cole

Kam kneels down and begins to write as his brothers sit behind him and watch.

I got married this week, Pops. I now wear a ring worthy of your praise, and I know it’s going to be a lot to live up to. But you were the best role model to a son the way you loved Mom until your last day. My Jett is everything to me. Thank you for bringing her into my life. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think of you two. Any willing, young, energetic adults crazy enough to adopt four asshole sons are worthy of god status. Love you both,

Kam

With their shrine complete, all four men rise to their feet and walk out of the club they’ve built from the ground up, from the branding to the design, with nothing but pride covering their faces and love filling their hearts.

A stretched Hummer limo waits for them in the parking lot. Kam opens the door and allows his brothers to climb in first. Chloe, Martha, Birdy, and Jett await the men on the inside. Next stop, Van Nuys, where the crew will fly out to Denver to meet up with the Bennett brothers and kick that project into gear, creating one more shrine to add to the very long list of Made To Sin clubs.

The new family drives in silence to the airport. They all know a new beginning is in order, but find it difficult to leave behind a past where so many memories were born. The limo comes to a stop and the family exits one by one, watching the driver and airport staff unload their baggage and pile it into their private jet.

Eli stands proudly holding his new baby girl in one arm and the love of his life on the other. The one woman he never thought would be brought back into his arms.

Dax swings Birdy around in the fresh morning air, causing her to squeal with joy, and his heart has never been in a better place.

Cole adjusts his wristwatch, calculating their arrival time in Denver and already planning the next step.

Kam drags his aviators down and pulls Jett in and gives her a long and hard kiss.

“Sorry, had to, Mrs. Sterling, for old times’ sake.”

“Isn’t there a saying with you Sterling boys?”

“What’s that?” he asks, titling his head to the side.

“The after-party never ends with you guys.”

“Fucking A.”

Eli’s family boards the plane first, then Dax and Birdy. Cole follows suit, and Kam brings up the rear with Jett. Everyone settles in on the plane. The flight attendant comes over the intercom to give pre-flight instructions.

Cole gazes out the window, giving one final thought to what could have been.

THE END