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“Fair enough. Mr. Laurence asked us to look into Jordan Miles’ disappearance,”Ronan says. Wincing, I put the phone on speaker because she needs to hear this.
“Go on. You’re on speaker with Layla, his niece,” I tell him.
“Hi, Layla,”Ronan says.“Unfortunately, it’s not good news.”
“Is he alive?” Layla asks, her voice strangled as she sits up.
“Yes,”he says quickly.“I’m sorry, I worded that wrong. As far as I can tell he’s alive, but the Irish Mob called the label today, stating that they were holding him for ransom.”
“What do they want?” she asks, her voice tiny and soft. Layla is preparing herself for the worst, her arms crossing over her breasts. Draven recognizes the movement, grabbing a blanket to wrap her in, sitting up to hold her. They’re still connected, neither of them in a hurry to move.
“You,”Ronan says simply.“They want a meeting with the girl who helped them cover up a murder as if she’d been doing it all her life.”
Layla’s lips part as her eyes roll back and she passes out in Draven’s arms.
“Fuck, Layla?” he says. “Come on, honey.”
“Who is that? I kind of felt like you were fucking when you said you couldn’t video chat,”Ronan jokes.
“Now isn’t the time to gossip like school girls,” I admonish. “Tell me everything else you know.”
This is bad.
Fuck.
Fifteen
DRAVEN
Cuddling a passed out chick in my arms, I try to figure out how everything went wrong so quickly. I’m still inside of her for fuck’s sakes. Tyler is still talking to his friend, and I rub Layla’s head gently.
“Layla, honey, come back to me, beautiful,” I whisper softly. Jordan being kidnapped confirms all of our worries. The question is why the fuck Layla is so interesting to these people. “It’s okay, wake up, baby. We’ll figure it out.”
Tyler hangs up the phone, crawling into the bed next to me. “Little Flower,” he says softly, rubbing her forehead. Layla moans, making me wince. Tours can be stressful to begin with, and today has already been a long fucking day.
“A part of me just wants to let her sleep,” I admit, watching her.
“She’ll wake up in a panic soon,” Tyler says with a sigh. “Her body overloaded and shut down. I’m sure it’s a mixture of thestress of today, kicking Mav’s selfish ass, and orgasms along with the news just now. This could be really bad.”
“Is she really meeting with this guy? I mean, it’s a mob boss, could it be a female? I have no idea,” I mutter.
“Either way, knowing Layla, she’ll want to go,” Tyler grunts. “Come on, Baby. Up you go. We need to make a plan.”
Layla’s eyes flutter open, and she looks lost when she sees us. Shifting, her eyes widen, because I am still inside of her and hard despite everything. It’s difficult not to be with a woman as beautiful as Layla draped over me.
“I promise your dick is amazing and has nothing to do with me passing out,” she says furtively, making me laugh.
“You had some shit news, Lovely. Thank you for the vote of confidence though. Let’s scoot you off, yeah?” Easing myself out of her, I hiss as I move her to straddle my thigh. “What do you need?”
“Me?” Layla bites her lip as she thinks. “I need a shower and to call my sister, and I need the number of whoever this person is who has my uncle, though not in that particular order. Do you think they’ve hurt him?”
Jordan Miles is probably super pissed off, wherever he is. He doesn’t seem like the person who will be the perfect prisoner.
“I don’t know, Layla. I hope not,” I tell her. “Grab a shower, and we’ll go from there, okay?”
Layla nods, then climbs off the bed, and I dispose of the condom, getting up to pull on a pair of pants.
“When is our next show?” I ask, trying to piece our way through this.
