“I did bring Jace’s favorite flail,” Aggie said. “It’s in my luggage. I’m sure you could use a good, hard beating.”Eric’s eyes widened. “You’re joking.”Aggie lifted her eyebrows. “Do I look like I’m joking?”“Don’t worry. She won’t break the skin,” Jace mumbled.“I think I’ll pass.” Eric scooted over a few inches and flopped onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. “I’m bored.”Aggie snuggled closer to Jace. She was starting to think he could sleep through an earthquake.“So Aggie, what do you like to do for fun?” Eric asked.“Besides make men cry?”He laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, besides that.”“She sews,” Jace murmured.“Sews?”“Yeah, sews.”“What? Like pot holders?”“No, like leather corsets,” Aggie said.“She makes them by hand and sews designs on them,” Jace said, starting to sound more alert now.“Embroidery,” Aggie clarified.“They’re works of art.” Jace’s hand stroked her hair lethargically. “And sexy.”“Oh,” Eric said flatly. “Well, that gives me a boner. Now I’m bored an
Aggie tossed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her mother, who was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar. “So when are you leaving?”“When it’s safe,” Mom said, sprinkling Tabasco sauce on her eggs and then digging in.Standing, as it would take actual effort to climb onto a stool, Aggie yawned and picked at her own eggs. She’d had a rough night at the club. Some drunk dickhead had climbed on her stage and gotten fresh. Well, fresh was putting it lightly. The bouncers had to mace him to get him off her. She hated men. Well, most of them. At the moment, Jace was the only exception, and as he was touring the Northeast, she hadn’t seen him for several weeks. He was always gone. They kept in contact via text message. He didn’t like to talk on the phone. She missed him and worked hard not to feel bitter about his touring. Or that he was never out of her thoughts for a moment, while he was undoubtedly having the time of his life. Sinners were on their way home to LA today. Maybe she c
Gritting her teeth, she dropped her purse on the cement and grabbed her left fist in her right hand. With a scream of rage, she delivered a vicious elbow to her captor’s stomach.He grunted in pain. She stomped the instep of his foot.“Ow, bitch. What do you think—”She punched him in the balls, taking him down to his knees. His grip on his gun slackened. She grabbed the back of his head and drove the bridge of his nose into her knee. He fell unconscious on the sidewalk, the gun tumbling from his grasp.Aggie flew to Jace’s side. “Oh my God,” she gasped, too upset to do anything but hover over him. He was bleeding so much. Surely, he was dead.She dialed 911. Before the dispatcher even answered, the sound of sirens coming from the distance sounded like a chorus of angel harps.“What is your emergency?”“M-my boyfriend’s been shot.”“Your location?”She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything.“I’m outside. On the sidewalk.”“Can you see a street sign?”Aggie looked up and read the names
“Aggie!” Jessica answered the phone. “How are you? Sorry I bailed on you after the show in San Francisco. Sed thought we needed to do more celebrating.”“Don’t worry about it. Speaking of Sed, is he around?”“Why?”Aggie almost laughed at the jealous edge to Jessica’s tone. “Jace has been shot. I wasn’t sure who needed to be informed.”“Shot?”“Yeah, shot.”“What do you mean Jace has been shot?”“I mean some dickhead shot him with a gun.”“Shot him?”“Yes, shot him. Can I just talk to Sed?”“He’s not here. He went to the studio. Eric said Jace bailed on recording this afternoon, so Sed’s working on vocal tracks.”Aggie realized if she wouldn’t have surprised Jace with a visit, he’d still be safely in the recording studio and not lying in some hospital bed. “Will you let Sed know what happened? Jace will be in here overnight. Probably longer.”“Which hospital are you at?”“County.”“I’ll round up the guys, and we’ll come see him. How’d he manage to get shot?” Jessica asked.“Some guy t
“I can’t stay on my feet without you,” he whispered.“Just go,” she insisted. “It won’t bother me.”She helped him keep the hospital gown out of the way as he mostly hit the toilet. He couldn’t help but sigh with relief as he drained his bladder. His eyes rolled into his head in bliss. Aggie chuckled. When he’d finished, she helped him back to the bedroom and tucked him into bed.“Thirsty,” he murmured, almost asleep again. Just the walk to the bathroom had sapped his energy.She shook him awake and pressed a bottle to his lips. “Jace, you have to drink.”When had he fallen asleep again?“Jace? Please drink, baby.”“Aggie?”“Yeah, it’s me. Take a drink. Come on.”The first swallow hurt going down, but then he couldn’t get enough. He chugged the icy sports drink until the bottle was empty, and then shivered uncontrollably. Why was he so cold? Aggie stood and started to leave him alone.“Stay,” Jace whispered.“I was going to get you another blanket.”“Stay.”She sat beside him, her fin
“Come join me after your shower. Don’t bother putting on clothes.”She grinned. “If you insist.”“Towels are under the sink.” He climbed into bed and admitted that he did need rest. He was almost unconscious the moment his head touched the pillow. He heard her close the bathroom door. A moment later, the water started flowing. He considered joining her as he drifted toward oblivion. Next time.Aggie’s scream woke him. “Get out of here, you f**king pervert!”The bathroom door closed. “I told you she’d go Brazilian, Eric. You owe me twenty bucks.”Jon.“How do I know you’re not just saying that?” Eric said.“Have a look.” The bathroom door opened again. There was a loud thud. “Hey, baby, don’t throw stuff. We’re just settling a bet.”Jace leaped from the bed and stalked down the hall. He grabbed Jon by the arm and spun him around. Jace’s left-handed uppercut to Jon’s chin sent him flying. Jon landed on his back at Eric’s feet. Eric stared at Jace in astonishment.“Do you want a piece?”
Brian punched him in the ribs. Hard. “You ass! What in the hell did you do that for?”“Totally worth it,” Trey murmured, lying in the bottom of the shower rubbing his ribs with a blissful grin on his face. Brian climbed to his feet and shoved everyone out of his way on his way to the bedroom.“Trey’s getting desperate,” Eric said.“He’s wound up tighter than your snare, Eric,” Jon said. “That boy needs some pu**y. Why don’t you help him out, Aggie?”Aggie did not like this guy. It had nothing to do with how Jace felt about him either. Jon Mallory was slimy. She knew an eel when she saw one. “Why don’t you? I think he likes guys anyway.”Eric shook his head. “Trey likes both.”Both? Now that had possibilities.Loud voices woke Jace from a deep sleep. Someone was certainly having a good time. From the feminine pitch of one of the voices, it seemed one of those someones was Aggie. He rubbed his face with both hands, scrubbing the sleep from his eyes, and searched the darkened room for so
What started as an affectionate brush of his lips soon deepened into something that made her ache. She leaned on him for support, blaming the alcohol she’d consumed earlier for the sudden weakness in her legs.“Isn’t that the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, Jon?” Eric said from just inside the door. He took off his motorcycle helmet and set it down on the driver’s seat. “Little man has a girlfriend.”“If by sweetest you mean the most nauseating, then I’d have to agree,” Jon, acting as Eric’s shadow, said.Aggie extended an arm in their direction and gave them the finger.“Did you see that, Eric? She propositioned us,” Jon said.“All right!” Eric clapped his hands. “You bang her. I’ll watch.”Jace eased away, his eyes drifting open slowly. “Did you hear something, Aggie? Sounded like a couple of pussies crying for something they’ll never have.”“Or be able to handle.” She slapped Jace’s ass hard and then squeezed until his breath caught with excitement. “There’s a paddle in the bedroo