Saving Abel (Rocker Series) (28 page)

Thankfully, Wally made sure I had some privacy in the bathroom. I had to pee in the worst way. I limped in, squatting ever so carefully. Fuck, my pee burned. Grabbing some toilet paper, I could only dab my sore lips. They were swollen and battered. He really was a fucking caveman. Who even fucks like that? I smiled to myself, thinking about it. Imagine, this is my complaint? Life wasn’t that fucking bad, or I should say, that fucking good. I sighed, standing to flush, shimmying my jeans up to button them. I heard the bathroom door fly open, hitting the wall. I zipped my pants and unlocked the door, stepping out.
Morgana.

“What the fuck are
you
doing here?” I yelled, stepping up to her. Fuck this bitch. I wanted to kill her.

She rushed at me with a knife, grabbing a fistful of my hair with one hand, while holding the knife to my throat with the other.

“You fucking skank. You smell like him,” she bellowed, sniffing me. She pressed the knife harder against my throat. “You think you’re gonna waltz in here, taking my place? Huh?” She tightened her grip on my hair. “I’m speaking English, bitch: answer me.”

She was gritting through her teeth. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I closed my eyes, thinking of what I could say to get myself out of this. I didn’t struggle. I submitted. Maybe appealing to her dominant side would soften her. But she was a Sub, right? What the fuck did I know? I decided I’d go with it.

“I didn’t know he belonged to someone. Belonged to you, I mean,” I whispered. “Tell me how I can make this right?” I let a tear fall. Surely, she had a compassionate side.

“Don’t fucking cry to me. I know exactly who and what you are. Had myself a little chat with mommy dearest after the surveillance report came back on you.” She pulled my head by my hair, bringing my face up to hers. “You and you mother are
grifters
.” She shook her head in disgust. “I knew you weren’t in his league, but a fucking con artist? Holy fucking shit. He’s going to fall hard when he finds out. Guess who will be there to pick him up?” Then she screamed. “
Guess!
”

I cried, salty tears running into my swollen lips. My heart was breaking in two. I needed to talk to him before this fucking bitch ruined everything. I’d tell him everything. Then I’d go with him on tour. “You? You’ll be there to pick him up,” I sobbed breathlessly. “Please. Let me tell him. If you’ve ever cared for him, don’t hurt him like this—please.” By now, I was hysterical at the thought of losing him.

She lowered the knife, dragging the point down my neck to my collarbone, then along my breasts. She licked her lips greedily. “You have some nice tits. I’ll give you that,” she said, eying them ravenously.
What in the fuck was going on?
“You have one fucking week. That’s all I’m giving you. One fucking week to come clean, walk away, and never turn back. Have I been clear enough?”

I nodded rapidly. She folded the switch blade, putting it back in her bag. I stepped over to the mirror to look at my neck, keeping my side vision on her. Fuck. There was a cut across my neck. It was superficial, but noticeable. I turned to grab some paper towels from the wall holder. Facing the mirror, I extended my neck for a closer look.

“He’ll hate you. You know that, right?” I turned to her, still shaking. But she was gone.
What the fuck?
I walked to the bathroom door, opening it, looking right and left down the hallway.
Where the fuck had she gone?

Wally was catching a wrap with some girl. He turned around, asking me if everything was okay. I nodded and said I’d be right out. I shut the door behind me, leaning against it heavily. Devastated, I felt as if my heart had been pulverized. I touched my chest. My heart was still pumping. I broke out into a cold sweat. I moved to the sink, splashing water on my face, blotting my mascara under my eyes. I added some hand soap, wiping my raccoon eyes free of the residue. Digging in my jeans, I pulled out my lip gloss and applied it. I hit the hand dryer, flipping my head under it to fluff my hair. I needed to pull myself together. I needed to think, to come up with a plan.
Fuck
. I needed a drink.

I left the bathroom, thanking Wally for guarding the door. He walked me back to our table, leaving the girl he was speaking to in mid-sentence. I saw Abel pouring himself another shot of JD. As I walked through the crowd of picture takers and patrons, I couldn’t help but look for Morgana. My anxiety was hemorrhaging throughout my body. I walked up to him, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in close. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead, while brushing my hair back with his beautifully tatted hand. I allowed his scent to take me to my sweet spot of security and happiness. Would I ever feel this way again? Would this be the last time we would hold each other? I realized Cindy and Woody weren’t in the booth.

“Um, where are they?” I pointed to where they had been sitting.

“Actually they left. Dave texted earlier, but I was a little busy,” he smirked, kissing my nose. “He reached out to Woody. He called a meeting at the studio in an hour.” He motioned for me to take a seat. I did.

“We got offered a show in Amsterdam,” he explained. Yeah so? What’s the problem? “It’s this weekend. We’d have to leave Friday, Beauty, if we’re going to make it. This is a big deal for the band. We have to jump on it. So, we’re meeting at the studio to finalize the arrangements.”

He gulped another shot down. I was speechless. In two days’ time, he’d be gone. I put my head down on the table. I needed a breather. I couldn’t take one more fucking surprise today.

“I’m hoping you’ll come, Gia.” He grabbed my hand, stroking the tops of my fingers. “Look at me, Beauty.”

I picked up my head, the tears threatening to fall. “Come with me,” he urged. “I want you by my side. I won’t leave you here. Please.”

He stuck out his bottom lip, giving me a pout. He kissed my hand, then pulled me out of the booth, into his lap. My mind was racing. I felt manic. Could I go? Could I just get the fuck out of the country? When we were out of the States, I could tell him everything. I’d hide nothing from him then. I’d bare myself to him.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll go with you, Abel,” I assured him, turning to hug him tightly. His scent warmed the coldest depths of my soul. “Now what?” I asked, releasing him. Looking into his eyes, I felt I could spend a lifetime there without ever getting tired of them.

He grabbed my chin with his finger, kissing me gently. “Now, I drop you off and you pack. Leave my father to me. Besides, he likes you—and he doesn’t like anybody.” He gave me a few pecks on my lips. I was excited. Fuck everything: my job, my mother, and especially Morgana. She wouldn’t win this battle. I would.

He dropped me off, promising to text me after his meeting. I flew in the door, breathless, throwing my keys on the table. “Cin?” I yelled out, walking through the apartment.

“G, is that you? I’m in the shower. Come to the door,” she shouted over the spray.

I laughed. She always asked if it was me. Who the fuck else would it be? “Hey, chick!” I opened the door partway, poking my nose in. God, the bathroom was steamed out.

“You’re going, aren’t you?” she asked, sticking her head out the glass door. “I can hear it in your voice.” She continued washing. “I would too if I were you. Just saying. He’s totally in love with you, girl. Anyone with a set of eyes can see that,” she said, washing her hair.

“You think? I mean, I’m head over heels for him. But I’m scared,” I whimpered. And that was the truth—and it was with good reason that I felt that way. “I’m kinda freaking out, Cin. What about us?” I started to get choked up. She shut the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her.

“You’re fucking joking, right? I’m not going anywhere. The apartment will still be here when you come back. And your boyfriend’s flying me out to catch some shows. I did request a private flight. I won’t do commercial anymore,” she said, beaming.

I hugged her tightly. “There will always be a you and me, sweetie,” she reassured me, patting my back. “Besides, I’m kinda dating his best friend. So either way, we will be hanging.”

We jumped around the bathroom like idiots. I couldn’t have planned it better. Once I had told him everything, it would all be behind us. I’d have the rest of forever to make it up to him.

“He really said he’d fly you out?” I asked. Boy, he was full of surprises, wasn’t he? “Did you happen to see the sweet Porsche in the parking lot?” I asked, smiling. She was going to lose her shit.

She nodded. “Abel’s? I figured. It fits him.” She busied herself towel-drying her hair.

“Nope. Not Abel’s. Mine! As in, he gave it to me.” I jumped up and down. She dropped the towel on the floor.

“Get the fuck out!” She was stunned into momentary silence. “Holy fuck, that boy’s got it bad,” she murmured to herself. “Don’t get me wrong: you deserve everything and then some, but
dayum
…” She whistled low.

“He took it home to park it in his garage. If I’m going with him, there’s no sense leaving it in our parking lot. Right?” I asked. She agreed. I didn’t want to worry about the car on top of everything else. God forbid my mother found out: she’d look to sell it for cash.

Cin and I chit-chatted for a bit before going downstairs to the storage basement for my luggage. It wasn’t great luggage, but at least it matched. Shit. Here I was worrying about what my luggage looked like, when there were bigger problems looming—Medusa and Morgana. Their names sounded more like
Game of Thrones
characters then two people trying to destroy me. I really wanted to go to my mother’s and tell her the fuck off. However, if these two were talking, that would be a really bad idea. Hopefully, we’d get on the plane in the morning without incident. I’d hang in there until then, staying low. And then I’d pack my clothes and get the fuck out of here.

“Chinese?” I asked Cindy, who was folding my clothes suitably for packing. She insisted she was an expert packer. Whatever made her happy!

“Sounds delish,” she chirped, giving me her order. I called it in. An hour later I noticed it was after midnight. And I still hadn’t heard from Abel.

So I texted him:
Hey! xx

He didn’t respond for ten whole minutes, which tied my stomach in knots with worry. I couldn’t relax with Morgana roaming around, and my mother cruising the town in her car.

Finally Abel replied:
Jammed up at the moment. Decided to get in a practice. I’ll send a car for you in the a.m. The driver will bring you right to the tarmac. No more commercial flights for my girl. ;) See you 2moro, Beauty. Xx

I was overjoyed:
OMFG!! Really? I’ve never flown in a private plane. The car isn’t necessary. I’ll ask Cin or take a cab. Xx

Abel came right back:
Abso-fucking-lutely not! The car will be there at 9 a.m. Be ready. Dress sexy. Gotta go. Xx

He won. I returned to my room to help pack the rest of my hair products. One whole bag was for makeup, hair, and shoes. I had never packed a bag for more than an extended weekend. Cindy helped me gather together several really sexy-ass outfits. We fell asleep on my bed until sun-up. It was a true sleepover. Sometimes you just needed your best girlfriend. Last night I had needed Cindy. I had wanted to purge my soul clean, to tell her everything—starting with my mother’s obsession with wealthy men. I knew she had her suspicions. However, I was positive she’d never suspected how deep the well ran. I was determined to figure out a way to make this right. Luck had never really been on my side. But truth? Even if it was late in coming, truth would not let me down. Abel loved me. That was the truth. I knew that now. I felt it in my heart. I felt it in his kisses, in the tender way he brushed my hair out of my eyes. I saw it his smile. And I especially knew it when he took me. There was something more than attraction at work between us. Much more. I would tell him today. I would tell him how in love with him I was.

I was full-on in love with Gia Mastro. Denial, my best friend who usually hitched a ride, couldn’t even refute that. The moments with her took my breath away. Her very presence was a light shining brightly on my badly damaged soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her pureness, to be fulfilled.