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“Motherfuckers!” I snarled, raking both hands through my hair. I’d been so focused on my lack of phone that I hadn’t realized my wallet was missing. It had cash, my ID, and all my credit cards in it. Calling an Uber was out, and now, so was a taxi. I didn’t have a way to call Piper or Jagger or even my sister because I just plugged their numbers into my phone and never bothered to memorize them.
Fuck. Piper was going to kill me.
Groaning, I turned on the blonde. “Tell me where I am. My fiancée is already pissed at me, and adding not coming home last night won’t win me any points when I try to fix the fuckup I’ve already made.”
Sympathy crossed her face, and she gave a small sigh. “What did you do to Smith to make him prank you like this?”
“Like what?” I shouted, only to wince as the loudness of my own voice caused my head to throb even worse.
“You’re in Mexico. They dropped you here and told me to take care of you. Said they were just having a little fun with you, but the longer you stayed lost, the better I’d get paid.” She shrugged. “Some harmless fun between boys is nothing, compared to earning my rent for this place on my back. Usually when Smith comes to see me, he stays for a few days. Sometimes he brings a friend or two, and I get paid really well. This time, he dropped you off with five grand and said to keep you around as long as possible.”
Every muscle in my body tensed. “Smith and Asher dumped me in Mexico. At a prostitute’s house.” It came out as a statement, rather than a question, because for some reason, I believed her. “A house she runs tricks out of.”
“Hey, I’m a classy working girl. I keep my client list high-end. They just have to cross the border a few miles to get to me.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not exactly welcome in the States right now.”
“Let me guess. You have a few outstanding warrants?” She shrugged again, and I muttered a curse. “How long did they want you to keep me lost, or around here, or whatever the fuck?”
“He said at least a week. Maybe longer. Said you would be up for a good time when you woke up and the drugs wore off. But you don’t look like you’re into a good time. I might live on this side of the border these days, but I follow all the entertainment news in LA. I know you’re supposed to be getting married in a few days.”
“A few days?” I wheezed. Fear choked me at the casual way she said, “few days,” like it wasn’t as far off as I assumed it was. “Saturday. My wedding is Saturday.”
“Oh, that’s still a good five days away.” She brushed it off. “It’s only Monday.”
“Monday?” I whispered. “I went to the club Saturday. I’ve been gone for two nights?”
“Smith did say he’d spiked you twice. The first time while you were partying. The second time, right before you got here. Said he didn’t want you waking up before he and his buddy could make it home.”
“I’ll kill them,” I seethed.
“You’ll have to get back home to do that, rock star.”
Chapter 3
Piper
My girls’ night out didn’t go as I’d hoped. After dealing with Cannon’s shit right before he left with Asher and Smith, I’d been too lost in my own head to have much fun. My friends seemed to understand that I wasn’t the best company and hadn’t pushed me about it. They knew Cannon and I had the occasional argument, but in the two years we’d been together, those disputes never lasted long.
While I hadn’t expected the whole baby thing to affect anything, I wasn’t about to change my mind on making the decision not to have kids with him. Obviously, I still had a man child on my hands, and I wasn’t going to bring a baby into that dynamic when their father was more of a toddler than they ever would be.
If I didn’t love him so much, I would walk away because his tantrums were fucking exhausting.
But I did love him. And even though I was hurt and pissed, I wasn’t going to let it to break us.
I got home before him. After a shower, I fell into bed and texted him to ask when he would be home. But minutes, and then an hour, passed without any response. Even when we were fighting, he always replied back right away.
Frowning, I sat up in bed and texted Jagger.
Me: Is Cannon shit-faced?
Jags: I wouldn’t know.
He didn’t know? What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he with Cannon?
Me: Why the fuck don’t you know???
Jags: Because I haven’t seen him all night. I got a weird call from him earlier in the night, but nothing since. He wasn’t at the apartment when I stopped by to pick him up, so I figured he just came to the club without me. But when I got here, no one had seen him.
Alarm bells started going off in my head.
