Текст книги "Being a Jett Girl"
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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Chapter Thirty One
“This is How We Do”
Lo
“Black thong, black bra, black skinny jeans, white tank top and a leather jacket, oh and I can’t forget my three inch black pumps.”
Jett groaned into the phone. “I think you need to change into a turtleneck and a corduroy jumper.”
A laugh escaped my mouth. “How do you even know what a jumper is?”
“My nanny used to wear them all the time. It was her go-to outfit. She had them in every color and texture.”
“Classy.” I laughed.
“At least there was no chance that as a teenager I would be hitting on my nanny.”
“I guess you’re right about that. I bet you were a troublemaker.”
“Kace and I got into our fair share of trouble but luckily never really got caught. We were able to get away with anything back in high school. No one believed that a Colby would do anything to get in trouble and pair that with Kace’s smile that used to melt the pants off all of our teachers, even the men, we got away with all of our pranks.”
“Kace knows how to smile?” I asked, acting completely shocked. “I don’t believe that one second.”
“Well, he’s changed,” Jett admitted. “The guy’s been through a lot in his life and is having a hard time digging himself out of the emotional turmoil that blinds him almost every day.”
My heart broke as Jett talked about his friend with such sadness in his voice.
“What the hell happened to him?”
“That’s not my story to tell, little one. If he wanted you to know, he would have told you. Just let it go.”
“I just wish I could help him,” I admitted. Kace owned a little piece of my heart, ever since the day I first met him, even though he was an ass, he still put a hole in my heart and buried himself in it. He helped me through so much and was always there for me, I only wish I could return the favor.
“I do too.”
The mood of our conversation went down to an artic level so I tried to spice it up a bit.
“You know, there’s still time, you can still go out with us tonight.”
The girls were coming over to Diego’s and we were all going to go out for a little night on the town, have some drinks on Bourbon Street and do a little dancing. My friend Lyla from Kitten’s Castle was going to meet up with us and we were going to take advantage of our night off. Of course Diego and Kace would be trailing us to make sure we didn’t happen upon any trouble but I could ignore two beefy bodyguards that took my breath away every time their shirts happened to slip off.
“You know I want nothing more than to spend the night with you, watching you get sloppy drunk and calling me a cow’s vagina but I have a prior engagement I must attend.”
“You paint such a beautiful picture of me,” I teased. “I still need to see that security tape of that so-called night. I still don’t believe you.”
“You’re saying that I conjured up such a lie?”
I took a second to think about it and then said, “Why, yes. I do think that.”
“Little one, it disappoints me that you find it so easy for me to make up such a story about you calling me a cow’s vagina. If I made up such a story, I would have at least called me something like a vulture’s asshole.”
I choked on my spit from Jett’s rather rare display of vulgar language.
“Why, Jett Colby, next time I see you I might have to wash your mouth out with soap.”
“I know something else you can do with my mouth,” he said in his deep southern voice that ran from my ears all the way down to my toes.
“Are you trying to torture me?”
There was a knock at my door as Jett tried to answer me but I couldn’t hear him because in a loud wave of cheering came all four Jett Girls with their arms raised above their heads and causing a ruckus.
“Lo!!!!!!!!!” they shouted and all pounced on my bed.
“Who’re you talking to?” Babs asked as she smacked her gum and popped a bubble.
“I bet it’s Jett,” Tootse said as she poked one of my tits.
I swatted her hand away and spoke into the phone, “Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”
“That’s okay, little one. I will—”
Before I could hear him finish, Pepper grabbed the phone from my ear and said, “Lo is ours tonight. Goodbye, Jett.” And with that, she hung up the phone making the girls cheer and causing my mouth to drop open. Were people allowed to just hang up on Jett Colby like that?
She tossed the phone on my lap and then clapped her hands together.
“Francy, pull it out girl.”
Francy stood up and pulled a flask from her purse that was slung across her chest. She then grabbed five shot glasses that she brought over from the club and handed them out.
Apparently we were going to get shitfaced tonight because the dragon fire coming out of my shot glass singed my nostril hairs.
Pepper turned a dance party mix on her phone, set it to the loudest volume and blasted us with a deep beat. We held our arms up in the air and swayed to the music as we counted off.
“To a night with the girls,” Tootse said.
“To a night without sweaty, fat man lap dances,” Pepper said.
“To a night of no Kace Haywood breathing down our necks,” Babs stated.
“To a night of pussies and tits,” Francy said.
“To a night of debauchery,” I finished.
We clinked our glasses together and chugged them, then held them out for a chaser of…another shot and slammed that as well.
Tootse’s face cringed, Francy squealed, Babs shimmied and Pepper thrust her pelvis in the air, we were fucking ready.
Bourbon Street was crawling with tourists, locals, street performers and barely-covered women. I took a deep breath and swallowed the smell of booze mixed with the faint smell of bile…I was home.
Kace and Diego trailed us from a decent distance but always kept an eye on our movements. When Kace showed up, his heated gaze took in my apparel making me shrink from his stare down. Then Diego walked in, wearing a tight V-neck shirt and all bets were off. We had two hot bodyguards and the girls could not be more happy about it. They all were swooning over Diego, I didn’t blame them.
“Where to first?” Babs asked as we walked by a duo of street performers dancing on some worn-out pieces of cardboard. The streets were barely lit by lanterns outside of the establishments that flanked the street and bar music and live bands competed with each other, trying to draw in the drunkards to spend more money.
“Daiquiris!” Francy fist pumped the air and took off to a corner bar where there were no doors, just a wall of fifteen different flavored daiquiris that would have you sitting on your ass in less than half an hour if consumed too quickly.
We all followed her and scanned the different flavors that were offered. Flavors ranged from cherry limeade to blue cooler to witches brew.
“Five party animals,” Babs ordered for us while slapping down some money on the counter. “And we want the biggest fucking cups you have.” She winked at the bartender that was covered in piercings and tattoos. He winked back and started making good on our order.
Francy grabbed my hand and started twirling me in the middle of the bar.
“Time to get loose, baby. You’ve been too tense lately,” she shouted over the music.
“That’s what happens when you take me away from my favorite dick,” I replied making Francy throw her head back and laugh.
“Thank God I always have my little pussy cat next to me.”
We both looked over at Tootse who was bobbing her head to the music and tapping her foot on a barstool. Babs had her arm around her and was twirling Tootse’s hair in her finger while Pepper humped the backside of Babs’s back. Someone must have started drinking a little earlier than the others.
“Baby!” Francy called out, waving Tootse over to us.
She smiled, grabbed three drinks that were already poured and brought them over to us. The neon cups graced our hands with straws that were almost as tall as the long cups begging for our lips. With one sip of the freezing cold liquid, I knew it was going to be a long, inappropriate night for me.
***
“I’m pretty sure my bra snapped loose a half hour ago,” I slurred over the pounding music that was radiating off the walls of a very small and very smelly bar we found. “Look at how jiggly my tits are,” I said to Babs as I shimmied at her.
Babs stood up straight and pulled my tank top off my chest and looked down my shirt. She nodded and said, “Yup, you got some free boobies going on there.”
“Shit, how did that happen?” I asked as I swayed to the music.
“Probably around the same time you decided to tie your leather jacket around your head like a turban,” she said while swatting one of the sleeves that kept dangling over my forehead.
“You have to admit though, it’s one hell of a fashion statement.”
Babs leaned forward and said, “I’m pretty sure I saw some girls wearing their jackets just like that in the bathroom but couldn’t pull it off like you can.”
“It’s not for everyone,” I said as I showed off my turban, framing it with my hands.
“Just gorgeous,” Babs encouraged me.
“Ah beh dink ferg, Mama.” Tootse came tumbling in sucking her thumb and holding on to her right breast.
“What?” Babs asked. “Was that English?”
I was hammered but even in my drunk state I couldn’t translate what Tootse was trying to say.
“I don’t think soooo,” I said while dancing in a circle.
Francy pulled up next to Tootse and wrapped an arm around her. “Time to say goodnight to your friends. You’re drunk, sweetheart, and you can bet your ass I’ll be taking advantage of you.”
“Aww, lesbian sex,” I cooed as my hands started to wave in the air.
“Just sex,” Francy corrected me. “You don’t have to put lesbian in front of it.”
“But it sounds so much cooler.” I continued to sway as I said, “I was a lesbian once, then Jett came and licked my pussy…saddled me right back on the bologna pony express to pleasure Ville.”
“I heard that’s off Dick Drive and Cunt Circle,” Pepper said as she handed out more shots.
“You might want to take her back too.” Babs laughed while pointing at me.
“What? Nah! I’m a peach. A damn peach.”
“You’re a peach all right,” Babs retorted.
“Are you going to lick my peach?” Tootse pouted to Francy.
“Christ,” she mumbled while pulling her in tight. “I’m taking off ladies. Apparently there is some ripe fruit waiting for me.”
“I can’t take the visual,” Pepper said as she cringed after taking her shot and Tootse’s since she was out of commission now.
“I can!” I shouted as I used the now empty shot glass as my telescope. I zoned in on Tootse’s cleavage and said, “Ahoy matey, we got here an erect nipple.” My finger flicked her nipple, making her squeal.
“That tickled. You tickled my tit.” Tootse burst out in laughter. “Tit, my tit. Tit, tit, tit tickler. She’s the tit tickler.”
“And that’s my cue,” Francy said as she blew kisses to us and pulled Tootse out of the bar.
“That should be my stage name!” I all of a sudden became excited. I ran to the bar, asked for a pen and grabbed a napkin.
“What are you doing?” Babs asked as she looked over my shoulder.
“Two dots and there!” I said as I held up my napkin.
“Tit Tipper?” Babs asked with a confused look.
“What?” I turned my napkin around and looked at it. “Oh shit, I meant tickler.”
Babs and Pepper burst into laughter. “You’re so twisted.”
I shrugged my shoulders and put the napkin in my shirt so the writing hung over my breasts. I shimmied at them and said, “Watch out, the tit tipper is going to get you.”
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing,” Pepper said as she motioned to the bartender for more drinks. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, I was at my limit. One more might be sending me down to tile town to meet up with the porcelain gods and that was a visit I really didn’t want to make.
“I think I want some water,” I said to the bartender who looked me up and down and nodded in agreement. Fucking judger. As If I was the worst thing that crossed Bourbon Street.
I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar and instantly understood why the bartender was handing me a tall glass of sober-inducing water.
My hair was sticking out at all ends thanks to my leather jacket turban, my makeup was smeared down my face from sweat and my bra was practically falling out of my shirt from being unattached. The only classy thing about me was the sign hanging out of my chest and that was bordering classy.
“Holy shit, I’m a hot mess,” I announced to the girls.
Babs looked me up and down while taking a sip of some kind of red concoction in her hand. “I’m surprised you just noticed that. You were at hot mess status an hour ago when you started pelvic thrusting one of the hobo’s dogs on the streets.”
My head snapped up to Babs in disgust. “Please tell me it was at least a German Shepard.”
“What is wrong with you?” Pepper laughed.
I shrugged and we all leaned against the bar to survey the dance floor.
“A lot of tuna flakes out there tonight,” Babs said.
“Tuna flakes?” I asked while sucking down my water.
“A nicer way of saying pussy ass hoes.”
“Oh.” I nodded as if that made complete sense.
“If they’re pussy ass hoes, what does that make us?” Pepper asked.
We stood there for a second until I raised my hand.
“Yes, Lo?” Babs called on me.
“We’re a trio of bitch-a-corns.”
“Bitch-a-corns?” Pepper and Babs asked at the same time.
“Bitches but by far superior. The most majestic and beautiful bitches you will ever meet. We shit rainbows and fart rainbow dust. Our tits are sparkling orbs and when a man sinks into our pleasure hole, he is touched by a leprechaun’s teat, blessing him with multiple orgasms in one night.”
“Well shit,” Pepper said as she took a sip of her drink. “I had no clue my pussy was so goddamn sacred. I would have wiped it with fucking sheets of gold if I knew the powers it had.”
“Common mistake,” I responded. “You never know of your pussy powers until one day, you’re just sitting and a little man in a green hat pops out of your pussy, waves and pops back in. That was how I found out.”
“Yeah, time to call Kace,” Babs said as she looked me up and down. “I’m calling it, you’re toasted.”
“Wait!” I held up my hand. “I need to go to the bathroom. I think I might pee my pants.” I held my crotch like a two-year-old and danced around.
Babs shook her head and said, “Go to the bathroom, I’ll text Kace to take you home.” She patted me on the head and continued, “It’s beddy bye time for Lo.”
I nodded and took off toward the bathroom. My legs wobbled in the three inch heels I was wearing as I tried to avoid the dancers that kept getting in my way to the bathroom. A couple that was one pair of underwear from being ripped off bumped into me while their tongues massacred each other.
“Blek, gross. Get a room,” I said maturely as I pushed them back. They remained unaffected by my assault. Someone else bumped into me, this time it was a frat boy with a neon light-up necklace wrapped around his face.
“Douche bag,” I called out as I walked past him, sticking my foot out to trip him which I failed at because what I thought was his leg was actually a bar chair. I stumbled forward from tripping myself and ran into a strong pair of arms.
“Well, hello.” I looked up but didn’t recognize the man holding my hands. “Ooops, sorry about that tall, dark and handsome.” I tried to pat his chest but he wouldn’t let go of my hands.
“Your hands are nice and moisturized, mister, but I’m pretty sure we passed that point of accidently holding hands and now we’re bordering creepy so if you don’t mind letting go…”
Before I could react, the man let go of my hand and lifted his elbow which connected right next to my right eye, pitching me into a plain of darkness. The last thing I remember was falling to the floor while saying, “Captain Throwin’ Bos!”
Chapter Thirty Two
“Ain’t it Fun”
Jett
“Yes, Jeremy. I would prefer to not look like a damn moron at the Mayor’s Ball.”
“Well, I just figured since you already had three tuxes that you wouldn’t want another one.”
“Assuming is never a way to conduct business, Jeremy. Have my measurements sent to Armani and make sure the tux is ready by Wednesday in case there needs to be any adjustments.”
“Yes, sir,” Jeremy said over the phone. “Do you want a town car or limo?”
I mulled over Jeremy’s question. Limo sent the sign of high importance but also was more intimate when it came to bringing a date and I didn’t want to give Keylee the wrong impression. It was bad enough that I had to go shopping with her for a damn dress. What woman couldn’t go shopping by herself? A town car would be less intimate but it was more reserved, less elegant.
“Can I offer a suggestion, sir?” Jeremy asked, sensing my hesitation.
“Please.”
“Maybe for appearances, you come in a limo.”
Jeremy was right. I was attending the Mayor’s Ball to obtain an image and I needed to stick with that. I ran my hand over my face as I thought about the night. It was the last fucking thing I wanted to attend, especially with the clingy Keylee but it was the finish line, the end to this madness.
“That’s fine.”
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Yes, book it Jeremy.”
I listened as he tapped away on his third appendage, his iPad, and waited until he was done.
“Do you want to send over anything to Ms. Zinc before the event?”
“No,” I said without flinching. “This is purely business. I don’t want her thinking anything else.”
“Okay, I just didn’t want to be rude…”
“Business, Jeremy, there is nothing rude about it.”
“Yes, sir,” he said weakly.
“Have you heard anything else about my father’s plans for Lot 17?” I’ve been dying to ask Jeremy for a while but I didn’t want to bombard him. He did just start up with his new group and I didn’t want him to feel like a spy but I couldn’t help it. I had to fucking know.
“Not about Lot 17 but about something else.”
“What?” I asked as my muscles tensed.
“According to some of the girls that work with him or for one of his companies, he’s started auditioning…women.”
“For what?” I was pretty sure I knew what but I wanted Jeremy to confirm.
“He has a new club that he is testing out in one of his hotels. It’s locked down security wise. Apparently you have to have some kind of clearance to enter and entry is only granted after a finger print and eye scan.”
A burst of laughter wanted to escape me but I kept my professionalism around Jeremy. “You have to be kidding me.”
“I’m not. It’s of the highest security. No one can get in unless your dad knows about it.”
“Interesting.” I ran my hand over my chin as I thought about what he was trying to plan.
“According to one of the girls I talk to in my group, he is asking the girls who are auditioning if they would audition nude. There is a privacy clause before they can even speak to your father.”
“Nude?” Fuck, he was most likely starting up an illegal sex club. I could only imagine what he had plans for.
“Yes, if any of the girls speak about it, they pretty much can kiss everything they have and all their future possessions goodbye. That’s how tight-lipped it is.”
“How did your friend find out?”
“She was processing the privacy clauses and happened to glance down at them. She wasn’t able to read that much but she got the jest of it all.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me and filed that new information in the back of my head for another day. Right now I had to focus on getting through the Mayor’s Ball.
“Thank you, Jeremy.”
My phone beeped, indicating I had another incoming call. I pulled it away from my ear to see that Kace was calling me. There could only be one reason why Kace was calling me while he was watching over the girls while they had their fun.
Goldie.
“I will talk to you later, Jeremy. Please arrange those items we talked about.” I didn’t let him respond as I kicked over to the other incoming call. There was a loud beat playing in the background and a lot of drunk screaming which irritated me instantly because all I wanted was to hear what Kace had to say but I could tell it was going to be difficult.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Goldie.” With that one little word, I felt my heart drop and my pulse start to pick up. I sat up in my chair and placed my head in my hand, trying not to pull out every last strand of my hair.
“What’s wrong? Is she okay?”
“She was knocked out by some big guy. I didn’t see it coming because he was nowhere near her until she tripped and fell into him.”
“What did he do?” I asked, pressing my other ear, hoping it would help me hear Kace better.
“Knocked her in the head, she flew to the side and hit her head on the corner of the bar. Diego is taking her to his place now. She’s going to be okay, we have a doctor coming over to check on her and stitch up a cut in her hairline that she obtained when she hit the bar.”
I stood up and started for my door when I heard Kace say, “Don’t, dude. Sit back down. You can’t see her.”
“Why the fuck not?” I asked angrily, not liking being told what to do.
“There was a…” his voice cut out.
“What?” I asked while raking my hand through my hair.
“…was a…” he cut out again.
“Fucking Christ,” I screamed into the phone. “Get out of the goddamn bar!”
Kace was silent as I listened to the bar music fade out and then the slam of a car door.
“I’m being followed, dickwad,” Kace said.
“Shit. Did they know you were with Goldie?”
“I’m pretty sure. When she went down, I kept my distance but I was still in the same bar as her. They could probably put two and two together.”
“I knew this wasn’t a good fucking idea. Why did I let them go out there?”
“Because they need to have lives too, Jett.”
I blew out a frustrated breath and itched to throw something against my wall but refrained.
“What were you saying in the bar when I couldn’t hear you?”
Kace took a deep breath and then said, “There was a note tucked into her shirt.”
“What did it fucking say?” I grew angrier every minute.
“It basically issued you a warning. Next time, he won’t be as nice. You have to choose, Jett.”
“Fuck,” I said as I sat in one of the chairs in my office and placed my elbows on my knees and sunk down. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” I asked dejected.
“Well, you need to stay the fuck away, that’s for damn sure. If they see you leave your place now, they’re going to know where you’re headed and it will blow everything. You need to keep your space.”
“I can’t keep my fucking space when my girl is fucking bleeding out of her head and could possibly have some kind of concussion. Fuck, Kace!”
“Getting mad is not going to do anything,” Kace pointed out. “I know that you’re itching to…” Kace cut out for a second as I heard him mumble a curse word.
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the phone as I heard Kace grunt and swear some more.
“One more move and I’m going to blow your fucking head off,” came a distant voice. My breathing grew silent as I tried to listen to what was happening. “Tell your friend that his precious little slut isn’t the only one we can harm.” With that, a gun shot went off, sending a blinding noise through the phone.
A sickening feeling crawled up my spine as I stood and paced my office. I knew better than to start shouting through the phone, in case they could hear me or they picked up his phone. There was a light moan in the phone, indicating that Kace was hopefully still alive.
Bile rose to the top of my throat as my heart sank for the two most important people in my life.
“Fuck,” Kace mumbled over the phone. “I’m going to be home late tonight, sweetheart,” Kace said in a groan.
“What the fuck? Are you okay, Kace?”
“Bastard shot me.”
“Where?” I headed for my bedroom and started pulling out all the dark clothes I had, I was sneaking the fuck out.
“In the arm, grazed my skin but I’ll need stitches.”
“Christ. I’m coming to get you.”
“Stay the fuck where you are,” Kace spoke with anger. “I swear to God, Jett, you have to stay there. It’s the only way this is going to work.”
I sat on my bed and felt deflated, useless, helpless. I was mad at myself, for letting this go too far, for being too stubborn about Lot 17. I should have given it up earlier and then none of this would have happened.
“I’m going to call him. Tell him Lot 17 is all his. I don’t want to deal with this bullshit anymore.”
“To hell you are,” I heard Kace say as his car started. The fucker was going to drive himself to the hospital. “If you do that, you’re showing so many weaknesses that now it’s Lot 17 but later on it’s something else like your club. You can’t give him that. I’ll make sure Diego takes care of Lo. You hold strong, go to the Mayor’s Ball and fuck his shit up afterwards.”
“Will this ever stop?” I asked, showing vulnerability.
“I don’t know but what I do know is that I can’t drive and talk to you with a shot arm at the same time. When I’m done at the hospital, I’ll see you later. We’ll find a way to pay back that dickhead for what he did to Lo.”
For once, I wasn’t jealous of the protective instincts Kace had over Goldie because at this moment, I was glad that I wasn’t alone when fighting for the one person that could bring me to my knees. I was glad to have someone in my corner.
***
Sleep eluded me as visions of Goldie being hurt ran through my head over and over again. It wasn’t until three in the morning that Kace got back to the club. He sent me a quick text that he was just scraped, had a couple of stitches and is bandaged up. I met him down at the entrance of the club and helped him into his room even though he said he didn’t need it. The idiot shouldn’t have been driving in the first place but trying to control him was like trying to calm a raging bull. He did whatever the hell he wanted.
Because of the pain Kace was going through, we didn’t get to talk much about what happened but what he said to me still resonated through my head. It was now four in the morning and all I could hear was Kace saying, “Don’t be stupid and let your emotions get the best of you.”
How could I not? In a short amount of time, Goldie has wiggled her way into my heart and has planted herself there. A numb feeling crawled through my body, turning my heart cold and my mind black as I continued to keep my distance from Goldie, knowing damn well that she was hurt.
This time, my dad went too far and what I feared the most was that after Lot 17 was acquired, would this all be over? If he didn’t get Lot 17 it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be over, not after what my dad displayed today.
I pulled on a pair of casual sweatpants as I slipped out of bed. Sleep was no use, I couldn’t even begin to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through my head so instead, I paced my room. I pulled on my hair, the back of my neck, I punched my wall a couple of times and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I tossed a T-shirt over my head, grabbed my keys and headed for the passageway that led to the streets of the Garden District without being detected. At least I hoped. If my dad knew about the passageway and informed his minions of it, I was going to be fucked.
Within seconds, I was looking out the window to the underground passageway for any idling cars or anything out of the ordinary. I didn’t see anything that seemed concerning so I squeezed out of the small opening and took off toward St. Charles Ave where I had a taxi waiting for me.
I was going against everything I should for the mere protection of Goldie but I couldn’t stay away, I had to be near her and I had to see if she was okay with my own eyes.
