Page 12 of Dirty Little Mistake

"Are you still in bed?" My boots scuffed against the pavement as I paced the empty parking lot, checking my watch for the tenth time.

"Uh yeah." Creed cleared his throat, each word dragging slower than the last. "You missed out last night. It got a little wild."

My free hand clenched into a fist. "Did you forget we are leaving this morning?"

"I guess you didn't get my messages?" Creed yawned into the phone. "The gig was canceled. Something about them having to close the club down or something, and since that was our only gig, we aren't going anywhere."

"No." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I didn't get it." Cam had all my attention last night. "Thanks, I'll see you at practice Monday." I disconnected and flicked another look at my watch.

Everyone was in Nashville today for Jax's game. There was no way I'd make it for the game, but if I left now and took my bike, I could make it before Broadway closed.

It was dark when I swerved my bike into the hotel parking lot. I'd called and texted Cam for the last hour and a half, but all my messages had gone unread, and all my calls unanswered. My mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario: I'd wasted my time because she was with someone else.

Scrolling through my contacts, I hit Jax's messages.

My thumb hovered over the phone screen, streetlights casting shadows across the glass.

Trystan: You still on Broadway?

The three dots pulsed for what felt like hours before Jax's reply lit up my screen.

Jaxtyn: Yes, but we closed the street down. Headed back to the hotel soon.

My stomach knotted as I typed the next message.

Trystan: Cam with you? She's not answering her phone.

Jaxtyn: Kind of.

Trystan: What does kind of mean?

Jaxtyn: It means there's a possibility she's crashing with Colton Hunt tonight.

Colton fucking Hunt... No fucking way! Colton was a playboy. There was no way I was letting a fuck boy like Colton Hunt touch her.

Trystan: I'll be there in five.

The hotel was a block over from Broadway, but I wasn't exactly sure where they were. I flipped open the 'Find My iPhone app,' clicked 'People,' and searched for Kaia or Jax. "Gotcha.” It wouldn't even take me five minutes. "Thank God for family sharing."

Pushing through the crowds, I stormed down the block and Broadway until I spotted Jax and Kaia first and then Cam.

"Put her down." I shouldered through the crowd, my boots striking the pavement hard enough to jar my teeth.

Colton was completely supporting her weight; her head was hung forward, her dark hair covering her face, and her eyes were closed.

"She's crashing with us tonight." Colton tightened his grip on Cam's waist. Us? Oh, fuck no.

My vision blurred red at the edges. "Does she really look like she's capable of making that decision?" I reached for her waist, muscles coiled tight as I pulled her from him.

Colton released her, and Cam practically collapsed in my arms. "How much did she drink?" I scooped her up into my arms.

Kaia rushed toward me and slid Cam's dark hair out of her face. "Should we take her to the hospital?"

Colton stepped back, horror flashing across his face as his brows raised.

"Cam." Kaia gripped her jaw and shook her face.

"Wha..." Cam slurred, swatting Kaia's hand away, and I blew out a heavy sigh. "Why is the world spinning?"

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