Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7)(53)

If I kept dragging them into my mess, I was going to use them up. I couldn’t use them up.

I already owed them…

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

I owed them too much to ever repay, I couldn’t use more.

I stepped away from the door and kept backing up until I hit the opposite wall. I slid down, my knees coming up until my bottom hit the floor. Then I wrapped my arms around my legs, pressed my cheek against my knees and took in deep breaths.

I could do this. I could get through this all by myself. I’d just calm down and go to sleep. I’d be okay. I was always okay.

Well, if not okay-okay than at least okay…ish.

My phone rang in my hand, I jerked back and my phone went sailing in the air.

I scrambled to catch it but it dropped to my side. My hands went to the floor and searched blindly in the dark until my fingers hit the phone.

I snatched it up, flipped it open and put it to my ear. “Leave me alone!” I hissed.

“Sadie.”

It was Hector.

I closed my eyes tight and swallowed my heart which was lodged in my throat.

“Hang tight, mamita,” he told me. “I’ll be there in ten.”

I blinked into the darkness. “What?”

But he’d already disconnected.

I stared at my illuminated phone for what could have been seconds or hours. Then I flipped it shut.

My eyes moved to Buddy and Ralphie’s door and I willed it to stay closed.

Then I thought about how my life was such a f**king mess and it was all down to my f**king father and the f**king Balduccis.

Then I wondered why Hector was coming over. I mean, I get a nasty phone call in the middle of the night and five minutes later he calls and says he’s coming over?

How bizarre was that?

All of this must have taken ten minutes because I heard a knock at the door.

I ran down the stairs and with my ear to the door I called, “Who is it?”

“Me,” Hector said.

I unlocked and opened the door.

He put a hand to my belly, shoved me back, stepped in, closed the door behind him, twisted and locked it. After locking it, he turned to me, my mouth opened to say something and he pulled me roughly into his arms and held me tight.

The panic crawling through my system slid away instantly and I sagged into him.

I took a shaky breath then tilted my head back to look at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Brody, our computer guy, patched into your cell. We monitor your calls and we can listen to them. Jack heard Marty Balducci, he called me, I came.”

Oh my.

Simple as that. He called me, I came.

I dropped my head and rested my forehead against his chest. Hector’s tight arms got tighter.

“He’s not gonna hurt you.”

I wanted to laugh. I did not.

“They’ve already hurt me. One of them raped me, another one attacked me in an alley and tried to kidnap me in order that he could rape me!” I whispered on a hiss directly to his chest.

“Mamita, look at me.” His tone was gentle.

I shook my head.

“Sadie, look at me.” This time, his tone was firm.

I sighed and then looked at him.

“He’s not gonna hurt you.”

I shook my head again.

“I’m tellin’ you, mi corazón, he’s not gonna hurt you.”

Instead of fighting him, I shoved my face in his chest. I did this mainly because I figured I wouldn’t win.

I also knew what “mi corazón” meant. It meant, “my heart” and I didn’t even have to ask Jet if that was a step up in endearments.

I realized that my arms were around him and I brought my cold hands up to the heat of his chest. I was still carrying my cell phone and now I wanted to throw it into a margarita pitcher. He stroked my back for awhile until I couldn’t fight it (it felt too nice) and I started to relax into him.

He must have felt the tension leave me but he held my relaxed body for even longer until it seemed kind of weird that we were standing there, not talking, just him holding me.

Finally, he said, “If you’re gonna be all right, I’ll go home.”

Instantly the panic started crawling again and before I could think my head snapped back and I cried, “No!”

Blooming heck.

Someone, please tell me I didn’t just do that.

To cover, I jerked out of his arms, all the while shaking my head with the hand holding my cell phone up in the air.

“No, no. Go home. It’s okay. Don’t listen to me. I’m just –” I started but he reached out, pulled the cell out of my hand then his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

He tugged me into the living room, straight to the decorative chest that held the extra toss pillows and blankets (Z Gallerie, of course). He opened it, pulled out a blanket, handed it to me and walked us to the couch. I watched in stunned silence as he threw my cell on the coffee table, sat, yanked off his boots then reached out and pulled the blanket from my arms. He tossed it to the end of the couch, his hands came to my h*ps and with a gentle tug he brought me off my feet. His hands went tight on my h*ps as he leaned back and I fell with him, Hector controlling my fall and me landing right on top of him (yes, right on top of him!). He rolled me to the side so I was stuck between him and the couch, did an ab curl, nabbed the blanket, shook it out and placed it over us.