The Doc and Cori were all set up and waiting for them. Cori launched into standard questions about when the last time Leo had something to eat or drink, before Doc went over today’s procedure with them.“So, the plan today is to give Mr. Clemonte an IV sedative. Then numb his abdomen with local anesthetics. We’ll pull the drain, clean out the wound thoroughly, then close it with staples. Give him a dose of IV antibiotics. We’ll watch him for a few hours after.”“Will he need a breathing tube again?” asked Grayson.“No. We hope to avoid that. It’s a conscious sedation which won’t inhibit his ability to breathe on his own.”“And he won’t feel anything?” asked Amber.“He’ll likely sleep through the procedure,” said Cori.“Good. And I’m assuming you have all the necessary equipment in place should any complications arise?” asked Grayson.Leo put a hand on his tense friend’s shoulder.“Just let them do their job. I’m confident they have it handled G-Man. Would you like to wait in the other
Leo started to come around within the hour, but the chef was as high as a kite and loopy as fuck. Upon immediately waking, he decided he was now the world’s best free style rap artist and gave them all quite the entertainment. Amberleigh especially loved the rap he wrote just for her.“Girl your body is banging. You’re hot too. I wanna put my baby in you. Drive you down to Malibu.”Amber kissed him and laughed, “It’s nice to see you feeling good babe.”“How did I land you? For real though. Girl, you’re so much hotter than me.”“I guess you’re just lucky,” teased Amber.“Fo’ sure. Imma lucky bastard.”Grayson snorted, “Who has magically awaken with an accent you didn’t have before. How are you feeling Leo?”Leo grinned, “Like a million fucking bucks bro. Hey, don’t worry L-Dawg’s got a rap for his boy too. Imma hit you with it now. G-Man rich as shit. But that ain’t the half of it. He’s got a mean ride and a banging crib. I’m a freeloadin’ off him. Sucks ass at fightin’. But he’s my bo
Grayson and Amberleigh somehow managed to get Leo’s ass into his bed. As Amber was pulling his covers up, he grabbed her hand and kissed it.“Girl, I know you too fine for me. But I need to put a ring on it before someone else does. Will you marry me?”Grayson sighed behind her and Amber smiled down at her chef.“Aw, I love you too babe. But remember when doctor lady gave us instructions that included not making any important decisions for the next 24 hours following anesthesia? I think this counts as an important decision.”“I don’t need to think about this one. I love you Amberleigh and I want to marry you girl. Just say yes and I’ll get you a fat rock.”She kissed him on the cheek, “Take a nap and when you get up, I’ll give you my answer.”He grinned widely, “Ok girl. Holla at you later.”“You do that babe.”Amber turned away from Leo’s bed. She wondered if he meant it. If he was really ready to propose to her or if it was just the drugs talking? But more importantly would she
Amberleigh was honest to God surprised she pulled off preparing the lunch without burning anything. She’d exaggerated her solo skills in the kitchen to say the least, always having her favorite teacher by her side in the past while preparing the cuisines. Her favorite chef was currently sleeping off the good meds while Amber turned on some tunes and danced her way around the kitchen as she made the magic happen.Amber heard the doorbell ring just as she was turning off the burner beneath her one skillet chicken. It looked amazing and smelled divine if she did say so herself. No one needed to know she’d sampled the chocolate soufflé more than once or that her avocado salad looked enticing even to herself and she usually had an aversion to green leafy things. She’d fucking outdone herself as she started dishing out the salads, her hips swaying in time to the beat.She heard someone clear their throat and she turned to see Grayson with a bemused expression.“Getting an early start on you
Karim watched Leo’s naked rap concert with an amused expression while he sipped his red wine. Elton had no fucks to give about the situation as he meticulously folded a dinner napkin and rearranged his place setting. Grayson set the tray of food down on the table, still flushed and speechless. Amberleigh walked around to the table to where Leo was using a thin crystal vase like a microphone. He gave her a big grin and stopped mid-rap.“Hey girl! This next one goes out to you!”Amber smiled back, “Hey babe, whatcha doing?”“He’s feeling good,” said Karim, “I’ll take some of whatever my man Leo had.”“What’s the thread count in these napkins?” asked Elton, “I doubt these were made in an environmentally conscious factory. All the materials are likely not biodegradable either.”Amber ignored Elton and gave Leo a patient smile.“Babe, why are you not wearing any clothes?”“I got hot,” he said nonchalantly like it was a perfectly reasonable explanation.Grayson rubbed his fingertips over hi
Amberleigh knew her presence made things awkward at the table and that she’d heard everything of importance during the luncheon. So she excused herself to check on Leo and encouraged them to finish the meal without her. Once back in Leo’s room, with him still passed out, she decided to look up Adam’s old social media accounts. She knew the odds of his accounts being public were slim, but she had to try. Perhaps something would stand out in one of his old posts or something. But all the accounts she found of his were marked private.If anyone had access to Adam’s social media accounts it was likely Grayson. Later, she’d have to ask him to allow her to creep through his brother’s accounts, for now it was a bust. And if they didn’t come up with a way to prove Hugo knew about the exact timing of Adam’s attempted abduction, lunch and the displeasure of Elton’s company would also have been a bust. Amber really didn’t know where to fucking go from here.But what had she been expecting exactl
More pieces to this fucked up puzzle were slowly clicking into place for Amberleigh. The kidnappers needed a way to get Adam on his own so no witnesses to his abduction. Hugo forced his daughter to cancel her dinner plans with the young railroad heir. Someone had been watching Adam and they knew his habits. They planted someone to keep an eye on him from inside the club, most likely the valet Uriah Demarco.To lure Adam away from his friends and into a secluded location, his Porsche was tampered with. Either by the valet directly or someone on the backlot where Uriah parked the Porsche. Adam left the La Rivera and headed down Mulholland drive where his Porsche started overheating. He pulled off onto the Hollywood Bowl scenic overlook.It was there his kidnappers struck trying to abduct him. But Adam was able to make it into his car and drive off. The kidnappers chased him down the twists and turns of the canyon. With Adam’s car already overheating, it likely contributed to the crash a
Amberleigh scrolled the internet looking for more information on Uriah Demarco as Grayson had his boys time with Asher and Leo slept. Other than an article relating to his arrest following a police chase in his Ferrari, and then his death in a prison riot, she found little else. He was busted for possession, assault and battery, evading arrest, and a gun charge. But it left her to wonder how the fuck had a guy like that afforded a Ferrari? Actually, she knew exactly how, from the money the Van Tessins paid him for his part in their evil plot which got Adam killed.His social media accounts were marked private, and she didn’t bother sending a friend request to a dead man. Unfortunately, pun intended, with nothing but circumstantial evidence at best, Uriah was likely a dead lead.But enough overall circumstantial evidence would be too much to fucking ignore. Someone in the prosecutors’ office would have to take notice if the marshals could be trusted to do their fucking job properly. Bu