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“Cullen Doyle bought you a guitar,” Maz says.
“You know how to play guitar?” Birdie asks.
“I do,” I say as I open the leather case.
The clean leather smell makes me smile.
When I see the guitar, I shut the case.
“What is it?” Birdie asks.
“Is it not a guitar in there?” Maz asks with a cringe.
I feel like asking what else could be in the guitar case. Then I remember everyone around me is part of the mafia. For all I know maybe at one point someone has used a guitar case to transport body parts, money or drugs.
But in the case?
“It’s a real guitar,” I say. “It’s an expensive guitar. It’s a three-thousand-dollar guitar.”
“That’s not much,” Birdie says with a shoulder shrug.
“Not for you,” I say. “For me? This is too much. Three grand is more than what my car was worth. And the guitar in the car? Not even fifty bucks.”
I then realize I never really told Maz and Birdie what happened.
I give them a quick five-minute story about my car, the fire, and that my guitar was in the backseat.
“You told Cullen this?” Maz asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“Then he drops off a guitar,” Birdie says, then sighs. “I mean this with love, but I fucking hate you.”
“Me?” I ask. “What did I do?”
Maz touches my shoulder. “Cullen wants to fuck you.”
“He wants more than that,” Birdie says. “You ready to give up every hole to him?”
“Stop,” I say. “I’m not giving anything to anyone.”
“Other than a boner to one of theHeirs,” Maz says.
“More than just theHeirs,” Birdie says. “TheSavageswant her too.”
“Archer wants to kill me,” I say.
“He had his chance and didn’t take it,” Maz says. “Look at you, Jaci. One guy who wants to spoil you… and fuck you. Another guy who wants to fuck you, then hurt you.”
“Who are you going choose?” Birdie asks.
Her eyes light up with excitement.
I reach for the guitar and lift it out of the case.
This is the most expensive guitar I have ever touched in my life.
Back home, a guitar like this would get scooped up and stolen in a heartbeat. Sold to some pawn shop for a fraction of what it was worth, because even a fraction of three grand was enough to buy some decent drugs and pretend to be rich for ten minutes.
