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“So, Uncle Jordan added to the system that James had a ton of unpaid parking tickets and missed a court date for public indecency. Based on these charges, the police of New York State were encouraged to pick him up. He’s been arrested, but has a few more bumps and bruises than before he went into custody,” I tell Greg, my lips twitching in amusement.
“Fuck yeah, I called some friends of mine, and also added some unsavory things about him in his records. I hope you don’t mind,” Greg says mischievously. I’m absolutely fine with it and he knows it.
“I’m good with it, but it means Uncle Jordan is going to meet us at the station tomorrow morning. I’m sure he’ll tell you where,” I explain, and Greg’s phone vibrates.
We’re all sitting at the island together by this point, chowing down on food. Greg glances at his phone and grins.
“Yeah, I have the name and address of the station here, and Jordan is feeling pretty smug at the moment,” he says. “It looks as if James is being held at a police station about an hour outside of Rochester. We’ll leave tomorrow morning, and take the private plane. I want you to keep a low profile if possible… Why are you looking at me like that, Lenny?”
His voice is approaching a growl, and my face is always giving me away.
“I want to see my sister at her show and surprise her. Jordan can arrange us to watch her from behind the scenes, and you can have people with us if you think it’s necessary,” I confess, shrugging as I take a bite of my food.
“Of course, you’re already making plans. I can’t say no to that, but I do want you to have guards. I’ll make sure they’re not ex-military because they can sometimes be a little obvious,” Greg sighs. “Yeah, I can work with that. Anything else I need to know?”
“Umm,” I give myself the time to scour my memory to think of anything else. “No, I think that’s all of the trouble I’m stirring up at the moment.”
“Brat,” Greg says, shaking his head. “I’m thinking if we’re on the plane at five in the morning, we’ll be able to walk in and deal with your father, and still have time to go shopping for your new home. What do you think?”
I squeal in excitement. I haven’t lived in one place since high school. “Have I said thank you enough yet for this?” I ask.
He rolls his eyes, waving his fork at me. “I don’t need thanks. I just needed the sound you just made. You deserve a place that’s safe, and not a traveling bus. Y’all have been on the road for way too damn long.”
I glance at Roark and Turner, and find they’re nodding in agreement. “Are you guys okay with this? We haven’t discussed anything, and everything has been so crazy…”
“Lavender,” Turner says, shaking his head. “He’s right. We’ve been on the road for ten years between touring, making a name for ourselves, and working our asses off. We’re missing members of our band now that Atlas and Mav are playing with Layla, which is fine. I’m happy for them, I think this is what’s meant to be for now. We can always do pop-up shows if we want, pick up band members for it, but ultimately I think we deserve some space to just be.”
I blow out a breath because that’s what I’ve been coming to terms with too. “I think you’re right. I spoke to Laurence, and he told me to take some time. The label isn’t pressing for anything, and neither are our fans. He even said if we wanted to quietly retire, no one would bat an eye.”
“I’m too young and pretty for retirement,” Roark teases me and I laugh. “Laurence is right, though, and I’m glad he didn’t pressure you about it. Anything else happen? I heard the call was a little emotional…”
I bite my lip, because if Turner was eavesdropping, then he knows what happened.
“I wasn’t listening that hard,” Turner says with a shrug. “I heard you crying, and then Orion asked me to bring you water. That’s the extent of it.”
I explain to them what happened on the call, their eyes widen.
“Are you okay with how things happened with Prescott?” Greg asks tentatively.
“Absolutely,” I rush to say. I don’t want him to think I have second thoughts about it, because the bitch had to die. I’m sad that she was so twisted, but the damage was done. “I’m not sad she’s dead, but I am sorry that she couldn’t be saved.”
“Yeah, no. Prescott was too far gone. You and I both saw that she had no problems continuing to try to hurt you. She was a threat, and as such had to be eliminated,” Greg insists.
Taking the last bite of my food, I nod. “Thank you guys for keeping me safe,” I tell them. They’ve all been working so hard to make sure my needs are met, even Greg, and I know it’s been a lot.
“Anytime, but don’t think you’re getting out of sparring and weapons training,” Greg teases me.
I roll my eyes, because I know better than to believe that.
“Let me guess, you want me armed at the concert too?” I was planning to make sure to be, but I also enjoy giving him shit. Greg scowls and I throw up my hands as I pick up my plate to wash. “I’m kidding, I promise.”
“Lenny, get your ass to bed before I have to promise to spank you,” Roark rumbles and I squeak, putting my plate in the sink and running out of the room.
They all laugh at me, but this brat knows when to run.
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LENNON
