Rock Chick 05 Revenge (35 page)

“Oh. So he’s okay?” Sissy sounded less panicked.

That was a question I couldn’t answer. “I think so,” I said.

“Did they find the Hot Bunch guy that was missing?” she asked.

I bit my lip and watched Luke drive for a few beats.

“Ava?” Sissy called in my ear.

“Luke and I are going to visit him at the hospital now.”

Silence then quietly she said, “Shit.”

She could say that again.

“Dom’s a dickhead,” she whispered. “He started all this and now someone is in the hospital. Someone we don’t even
know
.”

“Did Dom call you?” I asked, remembering my conversation with Dom last night.

“Yes, like, five times,” she said, now sounding pissy. “I didn’t answer.”

Shoo. At least that crisis was averted.

“Well, don’t answer if he calls again. We have to talk. I’ll call you after we get done at the hospital.”

“I want to know everything. What a date with Ren is like. How Luke was when you got home.
Everything
. I’ll meet you at Fortnum’s,” she said.

There was something about Sissy calling Luke’s loft “home’ that freaked me out. I didn’t feel like freaking out in Luke’s Porsche with Luke in it (again or ever really). I needed to freak out privately with lots of bags of cookies available.

“Sounds good,” I said instead.

I was about to say good-bye when I heard her say, “Ava?”

“What?”

“Did Luke give you the business?” she asked.

I looked at Luke again. He was driving, calm, casual, practiced, eyes on the road, seemingly oblivious to our conversation.

I looked away. “Yeah,” I answered quietly.

She screamed so loud I had to pull the phone away from my ear. I glanced at Luke when I heard him chuckle.

Fuckity, fuck, fuck,
fuck
.

* * * * *

I stood outside Bobby’s hospital room facing the wall, forehead resting against it.

Just a minute before, I saw that Bobby was a big guy and looked like a younger Tex, except less crazy (though how would I know if Bobby actually was less crazy, considering he was lying in a hospital bed in a coma). I couldn’t help but feel the blame that Big Bobby was lying in a hospital bed. Still, I vowed sextuple revenge against Dominic Dickhead.

I felt a strong hand slide under my hair and rest at the back of my neck then, “Babe.”

I straightened, turned and looked at Luke but he didn’t take his hand away. Lee had been with Bobby when we got there and now he was standing by Luke but his eyes were on me.

“What’s in that head of yours?” Luke asked quietly.

“I just vowed sextuple revenge against Dickhead Dominic Vincetti,” I told him.

One side of Luke’s lips went up. Lee’s eyes did an amused crinkle.

“And I feel it’s my fault,” I went on.

Luke’s grin faded and so did Lee’s eye-crinkle.

“If I hadn’t walked into your office –” I started to continue.

“Quiet Ava,” Luke said softly.
 

Lee spoke more words. “Ava, most of the time, my men volunteer for their Rock Chick assignments and do them on their own time. Bobby was on his own time, a favor to Luke. He knew what he was doing and he wanted to do it. It isn’t your fault that some shithead brought you trouble. Don’t take it on your shoulders, it doesn’t belong there. What happened to Bobby belongs on the shoulders of the guy who hit him in the head with a baseball bat.”

Well, that was honest, succinct, to the point and made sense.

Still.

I closed my eyes and Luke turned me into his body by putting pressure on my neck. I put my hands to his waist and rested my forehead on his chest.

“Later,” I heard Lee say to Luke.

“Yeah,” Luke replied.

After some time slid by, I lifted my head and looked at Luke. “I need cookies,” I told him.

His face got that almost-soft, still-hard look, his eyes going warm and he bent his head to kiss my nose.

* * * * *

Sissy had spread the word and by the time Luke and I (and Silent Santo) got to Fortnum’s, everyone had congregated. Everyone being Indy, Ally, Daisy, Jet, Roxie, Shirleen, Sissy (and Silent Lucky, her bodyguard and my other kidnapper), Tod and Stevie.

The minute Luke and I (and Silent Santo) walked in, all eyes swung to us.

“Babe,” Luke said, sounding amused.

I turned to him, my back to the Rock Chicks (and gay guys). “Don’t leave me here. Take me to Australia. Now.”

He looked down at me. “Don’t think I’ll find Dom Vincetti in Australia.” A shiver slid through me as Luke got close and his hand went to my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek and fuck buddies or not, it was nice. “I don’t want you leavin’ here, not even with Mancini. You gotta go somewhere, you call me.”

I nodded. Not because I was giving in to Luke’s tough guy, macho man demand but because I didn’t want to be kidnapped again.

He kissed my nose then he was gone.

No sooner had the door closed behind him when Tod squealed, “Girlie, get
over
here. Spill. We want
details
.”

Again, I had to ask, why me?

I walked to the Rock Chicks and flopped on the couch by Shirleen. Ally peeled away and got me a skinny vanilla latte. When my coffee arrived, I sipped and told them about Dom calling, Ren’s date and Luke giving me the business.

I didn’t go into detail.
 

Shirleen narrowed her eyes on me. “Girl, so far I’ve lost a hundred bucks on you. I gotta get
somethin’
outta that hundred. I want it blow-by-blow. You don’t give it, I’ll cuff you to somethin’ my damn self.”

I stared at Shirleen. She looked serious, as in
seriously
serious. I didn’t want Shirleen to cuff me to something so I sighed and gave them a blow-by-blow.

When I was done, Sissy said, “Oh my.”

Indy said, “Holy crap.”

Roxie said, “Wow.”

Ally said, “Righteous.”

Stevie said, “Lordy.”

I said, “I know.”

“Oowee,” Shirleen said, getting off the couch and pulling her blouse in and out at her chest. “I need to go home and get me a cold shower before I go back to work. Child,” she said to me. “You did good. You held out. Then you got nailed. You’re a real Rock Chick now.”

Everyone watched her leave but it was probably only me who was, for the first time, wishing I wasn’t a Rock Chick.

“My favorite part is the cookie swipe,” Tod shared with the congregation.

“The cookie swipe was good,” Roxie agreed.

“That ain’t
my
favorite part,” Daisy put in.

“Mine either,” Ally concurred.

“I can’t believe you’re fuck buddies with Luke Stark,” Sissy’s tone was accusing and she was glaring at me. Obviously fuck buddies wasn’t where she thought this was heading. She likely had visions of wearing a bridesmaid’s dress and was planning my bachelorette party.

“I can’t believe it either,” Indy said but she didn’t sound accusing, she sounded amused.

“I wish I was fuck buddies with Luke Stark,” Tod told everyone and got a scowl from Stevie.

“Me too,” Ally’s voice sounded far away.

“Ally!” Roxie and Jet cried in unison.

Ally snapped back into the room. “I’m just saying.” She looked at Roxie. “Has Hank ever done a cookie swipe?”

Roxie looked away. “No,” she mumbled, obviously liking the idea of a cookie swipe.

“Eddie?” Ally’s gaze had moved to Jet.

“We did it against the wall once,” she hesitated. “Or twice,” she said in a low voice then her voice got lower. “Or maybe four times.”

Everyone stared at her.

Daisy gave a tinkly-bell laugh. “The wall is good.”

“So, what now?” Jet asked, moving attention away from wall sex with Eddie.

I shook my head because I didn’t know what now.
 

What I knew was that I’d always, since I was eight, wanted Luke Stark to want me to be his girl then his girlfriend and now I was “his woman”. I knew I’d had the best night and morning of sex in my whole fucking life. I knew that I liked moving around in Luke’s kitchen wearing his sweatshirt and kissing him while he sat on the counter probably more than he liked it.

I knew Luke was right. I was lucky, but not for the reasons he said. And I felt lucky. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

I also knew I was screwed.

Because worse than never getting what you always wanted was having it and losing it.

“Uh-oh, I don’t like the look on your face,” Tod said to me.

“What?” I asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

“I’m thinkin’ we’re not in the straightaway here, am I wrong Sugar?” Daisy put in.

She was not wrong. “I need more coffee,” I said to deflect conversation from me, mainly because I could take no more. I needed peace and quiet and alone time, something I hadn’t had in days.

Everyone looked at everyone else.

I got up and went to the coffee counter. “Set me up, Tex.”

He stared at me. “Darlin’…” he started and I just knew he was going to impart some sage piece of wisdom on me that I couldn’t cope with, not then, not ever.

“Set me
up
, Tex,” I repeated.

Tex ignored my demand and said, “He won’t let you do it.”

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I was
not
having this conversation.

“Set me up,” I said again.

“He’ll wear you down.”

“Set me up.”

“He’ll get through whatever defenses you put up.”

“Set me up.”

“He won’t give up.”

“Tex! Set me up!” I shouted.

Duke walked up beside Tex all the while watching me.

Tex turned to Duke. “Tell it to her straight, brother.”

Duke shook his head. “Not yet my time. I’ll lay the honesty on her when the time’s right.”

Tex nodded as if he understood this completely. I didn’t want to understand it. I wanted to get to a phonebook and start calling plastic surgeons to get quotes on a total face make over.

“Can I
please
have some coffee?” I snapped.

Santo walked up beside me and said his first words of the morning to me. “I don’t get it. I thought you were Ren’s woman.”

Someone! Please tell me!

Why me?

Chapter Sixteen

Milano Interruptus

After the Rock Chicks made plans to go see Stella Gunn’s gig the next night (Stella was a friend and The Premier Rock Chick on account of she was lead singer and lead guitar in a kickass local cover band called The Blue Moon Gypsies), Sissy took off with Lucky to inspect her house. She’d been delaying it due to grieving her Stephen Kilborn pottery.

I got a call from Jules saying she’d be over around lunchtime to hear the dirt on Luke firsthand. She warned she was bringing May.

I decided to hang at Fortnum’s because it seemed safe. I wasn’t all fired up to move from the Kidnapping and Getting Nailed Portion of my Rock Chick in Trouble Experience to the Shot At or Car Bombed Portion just yet.

I was standing behind the book counter when I saw Jules and May walk in. I gave them a smile as my phone rang. Seeing as I was on edge (and the ultimate dork), I jumped, knocked over a can of pens, a pot of paper clips and, unfortunately, a jar of pink and purple bouncy balls (which seemed a weird item to have at a bookstore but who was I to say, Indy had always been a bit crazy).

They went all over the floor, balls bouncing everywhere. I dropped to my hands and knees, fumbling with my ringing phone and scooping up balls, pens and clips.
 

I put my phone to my ear. “Yo,” I said.

A low laugh then, “Ava.”

It was Ren.

I froze on all fours then said stupidly, “Yo Ren.”

“Hey,” he replied softly.

Ren, too, had a sexy soft voice.

Crap.

Where were these guys during my senior prom, I ask you? No need to answer that, I knew. They were nowhere near Fatty, Fatty Four-Eyes. They were dating Skinny, Easy Cindy Too Much Lip Gloss.

“Hi,” I said and my voice sounded too high.

“Babe,” I heard said from what seemed like far away. I jerked, dropped the phone from my ear and it clattered to the floor.

I did not want Luke to see me on all fours on the floor. It had grown somewhat chilly outside so I was wearing jeans, a pale pink thermal under a faded brown tee that had pink script on the front that said “Sah-weet” across my boobs and I was wearing pale pink Croc Mary Jane’s. I wasn’t flashing my ass or anything. Still, it wasn’t the best position to get caught in by Luke Stark.