again, and my heart raced when I turned, but frowned when I saw it was Calvin through the peep hole. I unlocked it and dislodged the door handle, not bothering to greet him, but went to pull on my pajama shorts instead.
“So, a very satisfied Jet Ryder just passed me in the hall,” he teased, walking into the room and turning on the light. “And by the look of your bed, and your hair, you most definitely were not playing Monopoly.”
He actually told him that. “You must not play Monopoly the way that we do,” I teased, taking a hair tie and throwing up the mass of, I just fucked a rock star, hair.
Calvin giggled, standing behind me while I looked in the mirror. “So, how many times did you pass go?”
I smiled, refusing to meet his eyes through the mirror. Just when I was about to answer him, my phone rang again, both of us staring down at the name on the screen.
Calvin lifted one judgy eyebrow. “Are you going to answer your boyfriend’s phone call and tell him you just got Jet Ryder out of jail by giving him a get-out-of-jail-free fuck?”
Chapter Thirteen
Jet, past
After fourteen stitches and a dose of antibiotics, Raina, Mikey and I were out of the emergency room and in the SUV.
“Do you need to pick up a prescription or anything?” Raina asked, her gaze moving between the sutures above my eye and along my bottom lip.
“With my past, I don’t use them.”
Her mouth formed an O. “That’s right. So you just suffer?”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“I’m so sorry,” she sighed, her brows crinkling.
“Don’t worry about it. This shit happens more often than you’d think.”
“I still feel responsible.”
I shook my head. “Chase would have kicked his ass regardless.”
She eyed me. “Would you have stood in between Kyle and me if you hadn’t found me crying in the lounge area?”
“Probably. You clearly didn’t want to be around him.”
She twirled a piece of her hair. “It was very chivalrous of you.”
I snorted and rested my arm along the top of our seats. “Hardly. I was being a decent human being.”
“Thank you for taking the blow for me.” Her cheeks turned a shade of pink, and a new softness toward her erupted in my chest. She was sweet and sincere, qualities I didn’t find in most women who pursued me. Her reaction, although innocent, made me curious.
“Would he have hit you?”
She shook her head, her eyes widening. “No, he’s never hurt me before, but, he’s also never sounded so possessive.”
“That’s a form of abuse,” I said.
She shivered, wrapping her arms around her chest. “I don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
I nodded. “That can be the hardest part, cutting all ties, or so that’s what I hear.”
“Well, I have no intentions of going back to him,” she huffed.
My lip quirked upward. She was feisty, and I liked it.
“This is where the other fellas are,” Mikey’s deep timbre of a voice said as we pulled in front of a brick building. It had a sign with a beer can above the entrance. We’d been driving for almost forty minutes, but that was the price to pay in order to find a bar where we wouldn’t be well noticed.
“Wait, we’re going to another bar?” She asked, a frown marring her beautiful face.
“The night is young,” I smirked, opening my door and rounding to her side. She had hopped out, staring at the rundown bar. One of the neon letters in the open sign was burned out, smudges on the windows and door from incoming and outgoing people’s hands covered the glass. It was perfect.
“You sure it’s safe?” She asked quietly, searching the bare street.
“We’re out of the city, and there’s only a few more hours until last call. There won’t be any crazies out, and if they show up, that’s what Mikey’s for.”
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her inside as if we were old friends. Her tense stature faded, and a huge smile lit up her face when we walked through the doors to the tiny bar.
There was Chase, playing pool with Gunner. Tacky beer signs covered the brick walls, some of them lighting up and flashing, while others were metal or canvassed. Dart boards were near the back, a few bar tables lined around the edges. The long bar on the opposite side had a line full of coolers behind it, all filled to the brim with any type of beer you could imagine.
“Well,