Page 59 of Pretty Little Rocker

And as expected, pure pandemonium erupted.

But our parents showed up at dinner that night, along with Ali and Evan. Jace and Kin shook Cristiano’s hand and hugged Anya, and the beginning of what was going to be Abi’s new adventure in life was set in place.

Now, it was time for me to grab hold of my own new adventure.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Hayat

Sparks gave me the code to the elevator that would take me straight to the penthouse floor, but he hadn’t scanned my handprint to add to the system in order to unlock the door. I stood in front of it, bouncing on the balls of my feet, much like Abi had done earlier that morning, and rang the doorbell.

Abi had wholeheartedly encouraged me to invite my guys. At first, she’d only thought it was Ky, but then I’d spilled the beans a little later, when it was just her and Sammy in the bathroom. Telling them about Sparks and Jamie.

Which had led to Sammy laughing her ass off, because she’d apparently already met Sparks and Ky since she’d been with Vaughn when they’d all had a sit-down with first, Miguel Guerrera, and then Sancho, Sparks’s father.

“Oh my God!” Sammy had giggled, throwing her arms around me. “Welcome to the underworld.”

Abruptly, her laughter ended, and she grasped my shoulders. With her in heels, we were the same height since I was in flats. Her blue eyes had darkened, making Abi hum uneasily. “If anyone bothers you, or something happens that you don’t like, you call me, Hayat. Abi is my sister, and you are her best friend. Which makes you my dear friend too. I will take care of any problem. All you have to do is say the word.”

Abi grimaced but nodded. “Seriously, Hayat. Don’t hesitate. Sammy has our backs, and we’re going to have hers from now on. Even if I am still displeased she lied to me about killing Vaughn.”

“I apologized,” Sammy whined.

“I’m working on forgiving you,” Abi mumbled, hiding her smile.

After all the anguish Abi had gone through thinking she would never see the man she loved again, I decided I was going to be brave and announce to those most important to me that I was going to be with my three rockers.

It took a few minutes before the door opened, and when it did, Jamie stood there in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, eating a slice of pizza. “Hellion!” he shouted, grabbing me with his free hand and pulling me inside, kissing me hard even though the taste of garlic and tomato still lingered on his tongue.

Kicking the door shut, he slung his arm around my shoulders and guided me into the living room. Sparks was on the long end of the sectional, while Ky had taken the chair. Their eyes snapped up when they saw me with Jamie.

“Goddess,” Sparks greeted, tossing his own slice of pizza into the open box on the coffee table and grabbing hold of me. “Baby, I missed you so much.”

His kiss made me dizzy, but I held on tight and was still smiling when he lifted his head. “Tell me you all own suits of some kind,” I demanded, my fingers twisting in the material of his muscle shirt, glancing over a Ky briefly so he knew I was including him. “Because I need a date for my best friend’s wedding tomorrow afternoon.”

The silence that followed my announcement was more deafening than when Abi had confessed everything to her parents earlier in the day. Something sour twisted in my stomach. Why had my best friend telling her parents she was marrying a complete stranger and having his baby felt less stressful than asking my rockers to be my dates to a wedding?

Sparks’s hand slipped down to my ass and squeezed. “Jamie and I have a few suits. Come to our rooms and help us pick them out. Whichever ones you like best, we will wear.”

He took a step, but I couldn’t seem to make my feet move. Turning my head, I looked at Ky again. His eyes were glued to my face, but he hadn’t said anything. Not so much as a word. Not even a fucking “Hello.”

Jamie cursed low under his breath, too quiet for me to hear, but I could tell it was vicious. Sparks released a heavy, harsh breath that stirred the curls close to my cheek. But I was focused solely on the man who had his fingers clenched around his phone tight enough to shatter it.

“Do you not have a suit?” I asked. “The wedding isn’t until three in the afternoon, so we could get you one really quickly before the ceremony.”

His lashes lowered before he clenched his eyes closed and swallowed roughly. “I have a suit already picked out.”

Both of Sparks’s arms wrapped around me, but I wasn’t sure if it was to soothe me, support me, or keep me from turning into a feral lioness and slicing apart the man still sitting in the chair several feet away.

“You’re going somewhere special tomorrow?” I asked softly, my hands covering Sparks’s, wishing Jamie’s were around me too.

“A wedding,” Ky choked out.

“Whose?”

“Abigail St. Charles,” he confirmed. “Maddie called a few minutes ago. Asked me to go. But just as friends. She wanted me to go with her so we could both tell you we’re sorry. To try to fix—”

Inhaling slowly through my nose, ignoring the sharp pains that tore through my chest and stomach, I held back the sting of tears with a force that must have come from a secret superpower I didn’t know I possessed. “You’re going to Abi’s wedding. With Maddie.”

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