Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7)(166)

“Why weren’t you with her?” Seth clipped.

“Because I was huntin’ down your rogue soldiers,” Hector shot back.

“They went rogue because Sadie’s with you,” Seth returned.

Hector lost his patience and his temper. “They went rogue because they’re ass**les, Seth. Don’t f**kin’ lay this shit on me. This whole trip is yours, from the Balduccis down. You left her alone, unprotected. You knew the Balduccis were out for revenge, you had boys at your disposal and you left her exposed. You put her in this position and I’ve been workin’ my ass off for six weeks tryin’ to pull her out.”

“Chavez –”

“She’s been raped, assaulted, kidnapped, now twice, once by you, I’ll remind you. She found out her mother was whacked, had her f**kin’ gallery torched and has been drugged against her will. She’s been holdin’ on but she’s gonna f**kin’ break. After all that, anyone would f**kin’ break.”

“Chavez –”

Hector cut him off, his voice had gone low and it shook with menace, “Seth, I find her and they’ve broken her, you’ll pay.”

When he spoke again, Seth’s voice had changed too, it had gone soft. “Hector –”

“No joke. You’ll pay,” Hector repeated.

The door opened to Lee’s office and Lee’s upper body swung in with it but he didn’t enter and he didn’t take his hand off the knob.

“Call came in. Darius spotted Jerry’s BMW in the parking lot, Hyatt Place Hotel, DIA.”

“Anyone close?” Eddie asked, already moving around the desk.

“Marcus is headin’ his way,” Lee replied. “Said he’d be there in five.”

“Hector, what’s happening?” Seth asked in his ear.

“We got a lead,” Hector replied to Seth. “Pray she’s not broken.” Then he flipped his phone shut and moved toward the door. “Let’s roll.”

* * * * *

Sadie

Cordell threw me on the bed.

I rolled off and scrambled. He cut off my exit, I feinted to the left (he followed) then to the right (he followed again!) then stopped and we went into a stare down.

Glover lurched in, closing the door behind him. His eyes went to Jerry, still on the floor but he was now moving around.

Great.

Just great!

Then Glover’s eyes came to me and he snapped, “What the f**k’s goin’ on?”

I looked at him then I put my hands on my h*ps and said, “Are you kidding me?”

Glover and Cordell stared at me.

I knew them both.

Like Jerry, Cordell had worked for my father for years, I didn’t know him very well but we’d chatted because, well, he was around and not to chat would be rude.

Glover had been a new recruit a few months before my father went down.

Both of them were good-looking, fit, well-dressed and well-groomed.

All of this slid through my mind in a flash.

But mostly all I thought about was the fact that I was done.

Done.

Done!

Did I say done?

“Seriously!” I threw my hands out. “Did you think I’d just, I don’t know… what did you think I’d do?”

They kept staring at me.

“You roofied me!” I yelled.

Glover’s body jerked and his eyes shot to Cordell and I watched as Cordell’s brows drew together.

Then Cordell hissed, “Jesus, Sadie, keep your voice down.”

“Are you going to poison my father like you did Harvey?” I snapped and Cordell and Glover looked at each other while Jerry pulled himself up to sitting position. It would dawn on me later that they looked at each other in confusion. Since I was in a full blown hissy fit, I, unfortunately, didn’t notice it at the time.

“Well? Are you?” I pushed.

Everyone stayed silent.

“Whatever,” I snapped and put my hands back to my hips. “Let’s play let’s make a f**king deal. All right?”

Cordell and Glover just kept looking at me like I was some unknown entity as yet undiscovered, not like I was someone who served them coffee on more than one occasion.

“I need clothes, nice ones,” I went on. “I’m not going on an international flight without good clothes. We’ll call my father. I’ll get the Caymans account info. We’ll all go on a trip. You can have it. All of it. Every penny. You just promise to let me go at the end of it and promise you won’t poison my father or hurt him in any way.”

Glover’s eyebrows shot up and Jerry pulled himself unsteadily to his feet.

“Sadie –” Jerry started.

“You, shut the f**k up. I’m tired of talking to you,” I clipped at Jerry then, apparently not tired of talking to him, I went on, “And by the way, you’re cute but you’re a crap kisser.” So stuck in my hissy fit, I was on a roll, I looked back at Cordell then at Glover, both of their eyebrows were at their hairlines after my “crap kisser” comment. I ignored this and kept right on talking, “I call my father, warn him about the poison so you ass**les don’t kill him anyway, just to be ass**les, and he gives me the account numbers.”

“What’s she talkin’ about?” Glover asked Cordell.