Page 38 of Music City Diaries

I swallowed, not wanting to subject these girls to the assholes he called brothers. “No, it’s fine. Can I have some privacy then?”

“There’s my boy.” He clapped me on the back, walking out of the room. “Come see me when you’re done. There’s some business I need to discuss. I’ve found a match for your sister.” He grinned wide, his burden finally off his plate in his eyes.

Gritting my teeth, I nodded, watching him walk out of the room. The door clicking allowed me to relax, some of the tension leaving the room with him gone. Hands touched me from behind, and I jumped, spinning.

“No,” I said, pointing.

“But you said…” she pouted.

Shielding my eyes, I walked over to where I spotted their clothes. “It doesn’t matter what I said. I’m saying no. Please, get dressed. I won’t be having sex with you.”

“Then what are we doing?” the other asked, not wasting time to put her clothes on. Smart girl.

“I don’t know. You can’t leave for a bit, so he’ll think we had sex. We could watch a movie or play video games, I guess.”

In my mind, it was the furthest thing I wanted to do, but I knew I had to weigh everything precisely right now. If he was already moving forward with his plan for Becca, then I had to think fast.

The girls settled on the couch with snacks and pulled up a movie. I pulled out my computer, checking all my accounts and seeing if there were any new messages from Tank. I knew he was avoiding Darcie, but he’d been talking with me after I told him the update on the situation. He was mad at first that I’d left her, but when I’d told him what was at stake, he eventually agreed it had been the right call.

If I’d gone to jail then, not only would that have left Darcie vulnerable, but Becca too, and the whole operation we had against my father would’ve fallen apart. I only needed a few more pieces of evidence, and we could put him away.

No, I had to go home, even if it was the last thing I’d wanted to do at the time.

There weren’t any new messages on the server, but I did have a new message from a contact. Pulling it up, I glanced over at the girls, but they were still immersed in the movie.

MadDog,

I got what you need. Let’s meet tonight.

Tom

A sigh of relief filled me, and I relaxed back into the couch. A ping went off, and I looked at my notifications, finding a new message from Rose.

Liquid heat surged forward, and I wished the girls were gone now. Clicking on the message, I scanned it quickly, devouring every word.

Shadow,

How’s your week been? Did the project you’ve been working on finish? Things have been up and down for me. I turned another year older and got a visit from an old friend. It was nice. It’s just so hard to say goodbye. I’ve had to do that a lot in my life.

You were talking about motorcycles in your last message. What kind do you have? I’m thinking of getting one for myself. I miss riding.

Hope you’re having a fantastic day. Let’s meet up in the private chat again, soon.

Rose

She missed me.

It shouldn’t feel as good as it did. I knew it was hurting her, but it gave me hope, and that was what I needed to keep pushing through.

When the movie ended,I helped the girls get off the property without running into any other members. I didn’t know where my father found them or what he promised them, but I didn’twant to put any other girls in the position Darcie had been. The last thing I wanted was for them to be subjected to that.

I had a few hours before I needed to meet Tom, so I veered toward Becca’s room, wanting to check in with her since I’d been gone. Nodding at the guard permanently stationed at her door, I knocked on the hot pink monstrosity and waited until I heard her shout I could enter.

“Bubbie!” she yelled, jumping off the bed and running toward me. I held her tight, always enjoying Becca’s hugs.

“Hey, squirt. How’s my favorite girl?”

She laughed. “I’m not your favorite. Darcie is.”

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