Page 32 of Diva Pop

Chapter Ten

Silas pulled up the driveway of his Silver Lake home, then opened the garage door with the remote. After Jett had been released from the hospital that morning, he begged Silas not to take him back to what he’d referred to as ‘the house of death’. Silas assumed he wanted to go to a hotel, but Jett had surprised Silas by asking if he could stay with him.

Of course, Silas had agreed. He’d already been struggling with how he could look after Jett without infringing on his privacy. Apparently, the last thing Jett desired right now was to be left alone.

And no wonder.

Silas shut off the engine and Jett roused from his dozing. “Hold on, Jett. Let me help you out of the car.”

Silas glanced at a groggy Jett, his eyes red and swollen from crying, a red spot on his cheek that would likely bruise where that bastard had smacked him. If the cops hadn’t shot the sick fuck dead, Silas would’ve finished the task for them. He’d never been so angry with a fellow human being in his life. How dare that animal put one finger on his boy.

As Silas made his way to the passenger side, he reminded himself that Jett was lucky -- comparatively speaking. One of the detectives Silas had spoken to at the hospital said they were sure Owen was the man responsible for at least two other murder/robberies in the Los Angeles area.

An icy chill ran up Silas’ spine as he opened the passenger door. Owen wouldn’t have left Jett behind as a witness.

“Can you stand on your own?”

Silas would give anything to simply scoop Jett up in his arms and carry him inside, but he would respect Jett’s no-touching boundaries. He especially needed to be mindful after the physical attack Jett had suffered.

Jett still hadn’t moved, so Silas leaned in. “Jett? I can help you out of the car if you like. But only if you give me permission.”

Jett peered up at him through glistening eyes. His lip trembled. “You have my permission.”

Silas’ chest tightened, but he needed to stay calm and unflustered for Jett’s sake. “Here, put your arm around my shoulder, and I’ll put mine around your waist. There you go.”

Once Jett was standing, he surprised Silas by continuing to lean against him. Silas kicked the car door closed then slowly made his way with Jett through the door that was attached to his home, then into the living room.

Silas’ place was a bungalow from the fifties, but only boasted two bedrooms. Owning a big home for only himself with as much traveling as he

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