Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(7)

“Right.” He didn’t have to believe me.

I didn’t care who believed me right now.

The club had spotlights going and music thrumming when we pulled up. A line of people trying to get in stretched around the block. Dix handed off the keys to a valet and then offered me his arm.

Oh yeah, this was going to be exactly what I needed. The doorman knew Dix. So that, along with a couple of hundreds, got us in the VIP line without having to play the Kaitlin Crosse card.

Inside, the music beckoned. I gave Dix a kiss on the cheek and danced toward the floor in the center where the bodies were already writhing together and bouncing to the beat.

Yes, this was exactly what I needed.





Three





LACHLAN


The Mercedes-AMG One prowled over the hills as I drove the PCH on my way toward Los Angeles. It was a longer drive but far more beautiful than the boring shit that was the I-5. Maybe I’d talk myself out of going to see Ace when I got there. The blue-haired siren had taken over my dreams. Now she was coming after my waking hours.

Every-fucking-where I went, there were signs that made me think of her. A woman with blue hair? Yes, I looked to see if it was my girl. The cranked-up sounds of bubblegum pop rock? I stopped to listen.

A resurgence in their popularity had their last album playing on a dozen different stations. Every day, I seemed to find a new one. My phone buzzed, but I didn’t pick it up. Not while I was driving my baby.

The car was the best fucking present I’d ever received and one that pissed my mother off to no end. Made it even more perfect, especially since Gibs got it for me. It had almost been enough to make her yell at Gibs. He could take the heat, not that it seemed to bother him at all.

Me, on the other hand? I was in love with the car. I’d seen one during a car show, and I think it was the first time I sprang an erection that had nothing to do with a girl. It arrived on my sixteenth birthday.

Now, my baby went with me everywhere. We drove to school back east, and we drove back. I didn’t care if I couldn’t drive her much during the school year, I wasn’t leaving her behind. Mom would probably sell her when I wasn’t looking. Not to mention, out of sight, out of mind. When she didn’t see the car, she wasn’t pissed about it.

Another message vibrated on my phone, and I scowled. I took the next scenic pull-off and parked looking out over the Pacific Ocean. It was a few hours before sunset, but it would be spectacular out here.

Picking up the phone, I stared at the messages on the screen. Three, back-to-back from Ramsey, one from Jack at school, one from my dad, and fourteen from Payton.

I ignored the last and checked the one from Dad. His message was pretty straightforward. Just thanked me for visiting and hanging out over the summer. He was sorry he had so much work to do that he couldn’t afford the off time, but would I like to come back for the holidays?

Rubbing a hand over my face, I debated the message. Sean Nash was an attorney. He worked with several different labels, particularly Gibs’. It was how he’d met Mom in the first place. Their affair was over before the lines even turned pink, but he’d been as involved as Mom allowed him to be.

Ramsey and Jonas struggled with their fathers, but I liked mine. I just shot him back a message that said I’d let him know. The holidays had always been a tough time to see him. Mom tended to get dramatic if I chose to go to his place rather than home.

I debated checking Ramsey’s messages, then just skipped it. Although since I was stopped, I did a quick skim of my email on the off chance that Ace had reached out to me. No such luck.

There were a few new stories, including one from the Kissy Kat column, that popped up in my news alerts.

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The gossip was just that, gossip. Kissy Kat didn’t list any credible sources, they just alluded to a few vague ones “close” to a certain “Problem Child.” Really annoying. Even more annoying, she didn’t list the clubs that Ace had been partying at.

As hungry for knowledge as the news update left me, it also pissed me the fuck off. She was out dancing every night? Partying with strangers? On the club scene?

Fuck. That.

I’d never met a girl more in need of a keeper than her, and she was out there just shaking her ass for anyone who happened to be present? I dropped the phone back onto the charging pad, then pulled out and got back on the road.

Maybe I should have taken the I-5. I’d already be there. As it was, the sun was just going down when I got into town. I headed for the Bonaventure. Gibs always had rooms there and at one of the Marriott’s. They’d been in the studio most of the summer, so I wouldn’t have to share.

Once I’d checked in, I started looking up clubs. I could head out to her mother’s place in Beverly Hills. I knew where it was, but she could lock me out there. If Ace saw me coming, there was undoubtedly a seventy-five percent chance she’d head the other way and never look back.

No, I needed to track my siren down while she was out dancing. The idea of her out there dancing with the assholes who frequented clubs—no. All I needed to do was find out what club or clubs she’d picked.