Addiction (21 page)
TAYLOR
Case opens the passenger door to his Corvette and reaches in to help me out of the car. “Thank you.” All of my nervousness is gone. Dinner went well, even though we only talked about me. I didn’t mind it, but I do understand it. He doesn’t want me to know about his past, or know about why he does what he does now. And I’m fine with that. I’m better off not knowing anyway. It’ll just make things easier when I quit the club and we go our separate ways. Unlike Case, I don’t want this to be my life.
He closes the door and tightens his hand in mine. “Brecken,” he calls out as he raises his hand. I look across the parking lot and see Brecken close the door to a black Range Rover before he starts to walk toward us.
As he approaches us, Case leans down and whispers in my ear. “Do not leave my side. Do you understand?”
I look up at him in surprise to see if he’s joking, but his straight face proves he isn’t. “Okay,” I say with a nod. “I won’t.”
“You guys ready?”
We both look up to see Brecken standing in front of us, eyeing us skeptically. “Yeah. Let’s go,” Case answers, and I can’t help but notice the change in his voice. How deep and firm it was. It sounded like that when I first met him, when I caught my brother selling him drugs. All business-like.
He tightens his hold on my hand, and we start to walk off to the back of the parking lot. “Is the entrance in the back?” I ask curiously.
“We don’t go through the entrance,” Brecken answers flatly.
I swallow, the nervous feeling returning to my stomach. What have I gotten myself into? Where has he brought us? I should have asked those important questions before I said yes to this night. But all I could think about was spending time with him in public. I didn’t think it would be dangerous.
We come up to a back door. A sign that says
not an entrance
is stamped in the middle of the redwood. Brecken lifts his right hand and knocks loudly three times.
I shuffle from foot to foot as I bite the inside of my cheek. I’m so nervous I’m starting to sweat between my boobs.
I try to take a step as the door swings open, but Case’s hand holding onto mine keeps me from doing just that. My eyes widen, and I take a step to the side instead, pushing my body to his side as the man eyes me up and down. If the country guy who pulled over to help me gave me the creeps, this man makes my skin crawl.
“Hello, Roe,” Brecken says with a cheerful smile.
The guy, Roe, nods his head in greeting and then looks at me. I hold my breath. Case wouldn’t let anything happen to me, would he? “Who’s this?” he demands staring at me.
“I’m …”
Case squeezes my hand tightly, and I hide a cry of pain by biting my tongue. “She’s with me,” Case answers for me.
Roe looks back and forth between the guys for a few seconds. He shoves the door all the way open and jerks his head into the club, signaling them to enter.
Brecken moves first and I go to take a step, but Case turns and stands in front of me, blocking me from entering. He looks down at me and speaks. “You do not tell anyone your name. Do you understand?” I nod, my terror rising. “If anyone asks you a question, all you respond with is ‘I’m with Case.’ Understand?” I nod again.
He seems happy with my answer; he spins around and starts to pull me through the back door of the club. I reach my right arm across my body and grab a hold of his arm that hangs onto my left hand. Without looking over at me, he pulls his arm free and just drapes it over my shoulder, pulling me in closer to him. I let out a shaky breath as I feel my body sink more into his side. It’s crazy how little I know about Case, but I trust him not to hurt me. After what happened at
Seven Deadly Sins
the other night, I also know he will beat the ass of anyone who does try to hurt me.
“Hey, Case,” a man with a bright blue Mohawk says excitedly as we pass him in the dark lit hallway. He reaches up and grabs the cigarette he has sitting above his right ear.
“Kyle. How are things?” Case asks with a smile of his own. I feel my body relax a little more. Case is obviously under no threat, and it helps to ease my mind.
“Pretty good,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks past us. “But you obviously know how that goes.” The guy looks me up and down and throws me a wink before placing the unlit cigarette in his mouth.
I give him a smile, but it’s timid.
“Brecken,” another man says happily as he approaches us. He reaches out his right hand as he comes up to him and the two guys exchange a manly one-arm hug and a handshake.
“Case,” he calls out after he finishes hugging Brecken. Case releases me for a brief second, and my body feels cold from the loss.
“What’s been going on, man?” Case asks as he pulls back and wraps his arm back around my shoulders, pulling me to his side once again.
“Not much. Just staying out of trouble. You?” His eyes land on me, and I try not to show the surprise on my face. His eyes are yellow. Bright fucking yellow. It only takes me a second to realize he’s wearing those funky-ass contacts, but they still caught me off guard. He smirks, seeing my reaction, and then looks back over at Case.
“Same,” he says simply. “Is Rox here tonight?”
He smiles brightly. “Yes, he is.” He looks up and down the hall behind us as if he’s looking for someone. “Follow me.” He jerks his head behind him, further down the hallway, and then turns around to head in that direction.
We are about halfway down the dark hall when we come to a woman. She stands in the middle of the hall facing another man. She has a hand on his shoulder as she leans in and speaks into his ear. I watch as Brecken looks over his shoulder at Case, and Case gives him a small nod.
What was that about?
“Tonya,” Brecken calls out.
She lets go of the man, takes a step back, and turns to face us. Her mouth drops open, and she sucks in a deep breath as she looks at Brecken in shock. “Oh, my God,” she screeches before she takes off in a mad dash toward him. She jumps into his arms, and he catches her as it pushes him a few steps backward. She wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him. And I mean kisses him. Like the kind of kiss Case gave me when he showed up at my house. She tightens her legs around him and the motion makes her already short skirt ride up showing off her ass. “Where have you been?” She sighs when she pulls away, breathing heavy.
Brecken slowly lowers her to her feet but keeps her close to him. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here now,” he responds with a smile. And it reminds me of the first smile he ever gave me outside of
Seven Deadly Sins
. The one that makes him look charming and seductive at the same time.
I can physically see her body melt into his arms. “Are you here to have some fun?” she asks batting her dark fake eyelashes.
“Depends. What do you have?” Brecken says running one hand down the side of her face. The other runs up the back of her thigh and grips the lower part of her bare ass cheek that still hangs out.
I instantly feel uncomfortable. Are they talking about drugs? Or what she wants him to do to her? I’m hoping whichever they decide they at least go and find a room. I already have to see her ass; I don’t wanna see Brecken’s.
She smiles up at him, giving him a look that promises she is going to rock his world tonight, but I’m pretty sure she’s done it before. Her fake eyelashes fan her cheeks as she looks down to where his crotch presses into her stomach. “Anything you want,” she purrs as her eyes run back up the length of his body before she looks him in the eye.
He looks her up and down in return; taking in her short black leather miniskirt she has to know isn’t covering her ass anymore and see-through white shirt with the bright red bra underneath. I hate to admit it, but she has an amazing body. Massive tits held up by her bra. They look like two perfect balloons. Her see-through white shirt accentuates her tan and her defined stomach. She has a bright red belly ring that dangles. When his eyes meet hers once again, he grabs her hand and speaks. “Show me.”
We don’t wait for them to take off before we continue to walk past them, following the man who is taking us to see Rox. I let out a long breath and physically shake my head trying to get the image of the two of them having sex out of my mind. We stop at a door and the man gestures for us to enter. “I’ll let Rox know you are here.” He then closes the door behind us.
Case releases me and spins me around to face him. “Remember, you are with me.” His word is final, and I nod my head in understanding. I take a quick look around and the first thing I notice is how dark it is in here. Just as dark as the hall was. I also notice the silence. I thought Case said this was a club? I don’t hear music of any kind.
The door swings open and my first thought is this Rox guy is in the mafia. His jet-black hair is slicked back. His three-piece suit is impeccable. Not a single wrinkle anywhere. Does he not sit down? It’s all black except for the white silk tie. “Case.” Even his accent sounds expensive. Richly thick.
“Rox.” Case reaches out his hand and shakes it firmly.
“This is your second visit in a week. I assume this time you are here for the usual.”
Second time this week?
He steps to the side and a woman walks in. She is dressed in a black evening gown. It’s tight around her chest, showing off her massive breasts. They’re bigger than the girl I’m sure Brecken is screwing right now, and I can’t help but stare at them. I didn't know you could get boobs that big. Her dress then flares out at her knees in a mermaid style. She is carrying a silver platter in her hands as she enters the room. She passes us and goes over to a tall round table in the corner. Case squeezes my hand, and I turn to look at him wondering if he meant to do that on purpose, but he doesn’t give me the slightest glance. I turn my attention back to the woman. She removes the lid, and my eyes widen as my heart start to beat hard in my chest. Drugs cover the silver plate. I have never done drugs a day in my life, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been around them. My father is a druggie after all.
I yawn as I walk out of my bedroom and down the short hallway to the kitchen. I stop when I see my dad lying face down on our kitchen floor. “Daddy?” I fall down beside him and shake his shoulders. He doesn’t move. “Daddy?” I cry out frantically. Still nothing. “Daddy. Please. Wake up,” I cry as tears sting my eyes before they run down my cheeks.
I turn to look over my shoulder at the entrance to the kitchen. “Blane!” I yell out. My voice cracks and I give myself a second and swallow before taking a deep breath. “Blane!” I yell so loud my entire body strains and my throat burns.
Seconds later, Blane comes running into the kitchen, his socks sliding on the tile. “He won’t wake up,” I say as I reach up and wipe the tears from my eyes.
“Go to you room!” he orders as he falls down beside me.
“But …”
“Go to your room!” he yells in my face.
I stand up on shaky legs and take a step back from them. Blane places his hands on him and shakes him rougher than I did.
I look up at the kitchen table and see lines of what looks like white powder covering it.
“Dad!” Blane demands. “Dad!” He shouts so loud I place my hands over my ears as I sob. When he doesn’t respond, Blane slaps him across the face. I gasp, but my father moves slightly as he lets out a muffled moan.
“Daddy?” I cry happily. “What’s wrong with him?”
Blane turns to look up at me, and his blue eyes narrow. “I said go to your room, Taylor. Now!”
I slowly start to back out of the kitchen, and once I’m out, I peek my head around the corner to see what they’re going to do. Blane talks to him and my father lifts his right hand then Blane helps him to sit up. With a tear-streaked face, I turn around and do what Blane told me to do.
That is the first memory I have of ever seeing my father on drugs. I was twelve, and Blane was sixteen. We had just buried my mother a week before that. And it only took me another week to find out the white powder stuff on our kitchen table was cocaine.
“Go ahead,” the Rox guy urges with a smile. “Have whatever you want.”
I turn my wide eyes over at Case, and I breathe heavily. Now, I realize why he squeezed my hand. Don’t make a scene, Taylor. Keep your mouth shut. But what am I gonna do? I refuse to do any drugs. What will happen if Case does them? Will he want me to do them as well? Is that why he told me not to say anything? He doesn’t want me to argue when I’m offered? My chest tightens and my stomach drops.
“Not tonight,” Case says and I close my eyes for a brief second as I take in a shaky breath. I wanna cry I’m so nervous right now. What next?
Rox frowns but then shrugs. “As you wish.” Then he looks at the woman who brought in the tray. “Why don’t you get this lovely lady a drink?” He gestures to me.
I don’t normally drink. I’ve just never been a drinker, but I am gonna take this opportunity and drink up. My nerves sure could use a little numbing, and alcohol is the only thing I am willing to put in this body to accomplish that.
“What would you like, miss?” she asks as she places her hands in front of her with a nod of her head. Her accent is just as rich. And even though she is already sexy, with her jet-black hair that lies on her back and her big brown eyes, her accent makes her seem exotic. Almost as if she’s his treasure.
