Rock Chick Revenge (Rock Chick #5)(91)

“No.”

“Any word about Bobby?”

“He’s out of the coma, talking but functions are slow, they’re worried about brain damage. Can’t know ‘til the brain swelling goes down.”

“Shit,” I whispered.

“He’ll be okay.”

“What if he’s not?”

“Then he’ll be okay. Me and Lee will take care of him.”

I felt a weird whoosh of warmth spread through me. This was said matter-of-fact but I knew he meant it and for some reason I had the urge to hug him and then kiss him all over.

Before I could share that thought (luckily), Luke said, “Vance says you and the Rock Chicks are goin’ to a gig tonight.”

“Stella and The Blue Moon Gypsies,” I confirmed.

“I want you protected, not Zano’s thug, one of Lee’s boys.”

“Luke,” I used his name as a protest.

“Shit happens too frequently when the Rock Chicks do the town. Indy got shot at while performing with a drag queen. Jet’s sister caused pandemonium on her opening night at a strip club. Roxie was held hostage at a society party. Jules took down three bitches when one of ‘em insulted Stevie. I want you covered.”

I sighed because he wasn’t wrong. I’d heard all these stories.

“All right.”

“You get separated from your man, you stick close to Jules. Not many people can mess with Jules.”

This time I felt a not so weird pain slice through my belly. There was no denying the respect in his voice.

“All right,” I said but my voice (damn it all to hell) betrayed me. It sounded small and hurt.

“Babe?” he heard and read my voice.

“Later,” I said.

“Babe,” his voice went low and I knew he wanted me to share.

“We’re at King Soopers, gotta go,” I shut it down, not about to share.

“Jesus, Ava,” he said, his voice strangely part curt, part amused like he found dealing with me frustrating but he found that frustration enjoyable. “It’s a good thing your sweet body and the f**kin’ things you don’t even know you’re doin’ give you away or you’d be a serious pain in the ass.”

I had no idea what he meant (okay, I knew what part of it meant) but I still said, “I’m so sure!”

“Later,” he said, now fully amused then he disconnected.

Santo was driving, Lucky in the passenger seat, Sissy and me in the back. I looked at Sissy when I flipped the phone closed and she was grinning at me, eyes shiny happy.

“You are so not f**k buddies,” she said.

Santo and Lucky glanced at each other.

Argh!

We’d trolled through King Soopers and I bought some food to supplement the anti-healthy living mojo provisions that I bought with Ren. Sandra’s supplies were running low.

Sissy and I carried them up to Luke’s loft (Santo and Lucky stayed downstairs) and put them away. We gabbed while I did laundry and changed the sheets on the bed and she swept the floors.

Then I went to work and Sissy went to the stereo.

I was finishing up a marketing leaflet for a client when we heard “Sissy!” shouted from outside.

My eyes swung to Sissy and found hers on me.

“Sisssss-eeeeeee!”

“Holy crap,” Sissy breathed and ran to the window.

I nabbed my phone and followed her.

“Sissy, I know you’re up there!”

I made it to Sissy at the window, flipped open my phone at the same time and hit the green button.

I looked down and saw Dom standing in the middle of the street, stopping traffic. Santo and Lucky were approaching him but he dodged them, running around in the street while he shouted. “Sisssss-eeeeeeee!”

“Holy shit, he’s like Stanley Kowalski without the rain and with two guys chasing him,” I breathed.

“Babe,” Luke said in my ear, making me jump.

“Dom’s here,” I told him.

“We’re on it. Stay in the loft.”

Disconnect.

I flipped the phone shut and watched as Dom kept yelling for Sissy and Santo and Lucky kept trying to catch him.

All of a sudden Sissy whispered, “I have to go to him,” and then she started to take off.

My stomach plummeted. “Sis, no!” I yelled and ran after her.

Catching up, I threw my arms around her waist trying to hold her back. We started stand-up wrestling then we fell to the floor with a (somewhat painful) thud. Sissy was so determined to get to Dom and I was so determined she would not, we immediately started lying down wrestling, rolling around on the floor, each of us trying to get the upper hand all the while cars honked and people were shouting outside, including Dom.

“Ava, he’s my husband!” she screamed, still struggling.

“I know! Let Luke deal with it,” I told her, trying to capture her hands.

Then we both froze as we heard gunfire. Three shots; bang, bang, bang!

And let me tell you, it was a terrifying noise.

I rolled off her. She and I got up and ran back to the window. We made it there just in time to see the blue SUV peeling away, its front end damaged from rear-ending me. No sign of Dom, Santo was running to the Volvo, Lucky running into the building and a Black Explorer was in pursuit.