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Turns out I don't have to hunt Martin down. He finds me. Of course the b.a.s.t.a.r.d does it his way, texting me to say he's off to the concert-where I can't follow without being seen by Gabriel-and then smugly adds that he'll text again when he's free.

f.u.c.ker. f.u.c.k-faced f.u.c.ker.

I have no choice but to sit tight, bide my time, and grow more anxious.

I've doodled devil faces on half the models in my magazine when I hear the elevator ding in the hall. A woman's obnoxious laughter rings out, followed by the lower tones of Jax's voice. The concert is over, and he's clearly in the mood to entertain.

Their voices drift off, and I try to lose myself in TV. Unfortunately, nothing's on, and I find myself watching Alvin and the Chipmunks in Italian. I have no idea why a kid's show is playing in the middle of the night, but high-pitched chatter in rapid Italian is definitely a distraction.



I don't know how much time pa.s.ses, but a terrified, ear-piercing screech coming from the hall has me jumping up and running for the door.

A young woman runs toward the elevator in hysterics. Her brown hair is wild, her makeup smudged. Vomit splatters cover one side of her chest. That doesn't stop me from hooking her by the arm and yanking her to a stop. She's running from Jax's room.

"What happened?" I snap, my heart pounding. She tries to jerk free, but I hold her tight. "Answer me."

"I don't care if he's famous. He barfed on me. Eww..." She flails her hand. "So f.u.c.king gross."

She's an American, and probably no older than nineteen. I tug her along, hurrying down the corridor. "Show me where he is."

"Let me go."

"No. You don't get that luxury right now." And I'm stronger. Worry and fear for Jax has that effect.

"He's with that other dude," she whines. "He'll take care of him."

I don't stop, but my steps stutter. "What dude?"

"I don't know. Some guy. Marty."

I can feel the blood draining from my face. I find myself rushing forward, the girl in tow. "s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t."

The girl wrenches free. I don't try to catch her but run to Jax's room and bang on the door.

My worst fear is realized when Martian opens it with a s.h.i.t-eating grin.

"Well, this was easier than expected. h.e.l.lo, pretty Sophie."

I shove him back with all my strength. "What the f.u.c.k did you do!"

He stumbles a step but then steadies, laughing. "I didn't do s.h.i.t. Just followed the trainwreck that is Jax Blackwood."

From the bathroom comes a pitiful moan and the sound of retching. I give Martin a death glare as I hurry off. He follows as if he can't wait to witness this.

The smell hits me first. It's so foul, I stagger. Jax is on the floor by the toilet, his skin sickly gray and covered in sweat, among other things.

"Jax," I fall to his side, heedless of the mess. "Honey, what'd you take?"

His head lolls but he blinks, trying to focus on me. "Nothing, babe. Swear. Don't feel so good."

He shudders, then blindly reaches for the toilet, knocking me back in the scramble. I hear the distinctive click of a photo being taken. Martin has his cell out and is clicking away with glee.

"Put that f.u.c.king phone down or I will cram it up your a.s.s, I swear to G.o.d!" I lunge for it, but Jax collapses on the floor.

"Jax! s.h.i.t. Give me that phone," I snarl at Martin. "I need to call a doctor."

Martin dances back, holding the phone high. "Baby, I knew it would be worth it to follow you, but I didn't realize you'd make me this lucky. Thanks, Soph. Again."

The words are barely out of his mouth when Gabriel and Killian appear in the doorway. Relief washes over me. Gabriel will know how to best help Jax. But a few things happen in rapid succession that prevent me from getting a word in.

Killian shouts in fear and rushes over to Jax.

Gabriel's gaze darts between me and Martin. Before anyone can move, he grabs Martin by the throat with one hand, smashing him into the wall, and plucks the cell away from Martin with the other hand and pockets it.

"Stay," he snaps at Martin, slamming his head against the wall one more time.

"Get the f.u.c.k off me," Martin says, trying to break free. "I'll f.u.c.king sue."

Gabriel simply pins him to the wall with the strength of one arm. Already he's on his phone. "Stern, I need you now. Bring your bag." He calls another a second after that. "Kip. Up here now."

Never once does he look at me.

Killian has Jax in his arms. "No f.u.c.king way are you doing this again," he rasps looking panicked.

Jax moans and stirs.

"What did he take?" The harsh question from Gabriel is directed at me.

"I don't know. He said he didn't. Just that he feels sick."

Gabriel's attention cuts to Martin's phone as he scrolls through the pictures. Every inch of him seems to vibrate with suppressed rage. His lips are white around the corners, his grip on Martin so tight that the man starts to claw at Gabriel's fingers.

"You're choking him." Personally, I want to beat the s.h.i.t out Martin, but Gabriel has too much to lose by seriously hurting a photographer.

Gabriel's eyes meet mine. Rage flares so hot in his expression that I viscerally react, recoiling into myself.

"Good," he snaps, returning his attention to Martin's phone. His nostrils flare as he looks over what has to be dozens of pictures, the last one being me hunched over Jax.

With a few moves of his thumb, he deletes them all.

"Hey," Martin tries to protest and earns another slam of his head.

Dr. Stern and Kip rush in a second later, and everything becomes a blur of helping Jax. I find myself pushed out of the bathroom, and I slump into a chair to shake and sweat. There's vomit on my knees, which I'm trying very hard not to look at, and I'm afraid for Jax. I'm also worried about Gabriel's behavior.

I know he's in emergency mode, but I don't like the way he refuses to look at me.

Kip marches Martin out of the suite, with the little rat b.a.s.t.a.r.d protesting the whole way, and I'm alone.

Gabriel is still with the others in the bathroom. I can hear them talking.

"It isn't an overdose," Dr. Stern says. "I believe he has food poisoning. I've already had calls from a few of the roadies who are suffering as well."

Killian's voice is subdued. "He went out to dinner with Ted and Mike earlier."

"Those would be the two who I've seen," Dr. Stern says. "I'll keep him hydrated until it pa.s.ses through his system."

Jax moans. "Can everyone get the f.u.c.k out? I've got more to pa.s.s through my f.u.c.king system..."

Killian and Gabriel exit the bathroom and close the door behind them. Gabriel is on the phone, giving someone an update. He keeps himself turned from me.

Killian takes one last look at the door and lets out a shuddering breath. Weariness lines his face as he rubs a hand over it. With a pat to Gabriel's shoulder, he walks out, never once acknowledging me.

The sick, jumpy feeling in my belly intensifies when Gabriel finally heads my way.

"Sunshine-"

"Not here," he snaps, in a low, tight voice. He turns and heads for the door.

I have no choice but to follow.

He waits until we're in our room to round on me. "All right, what the h.e.l.l is going on?"

"Don't snap at me like I'm one of your lackeys."

"Answer the G.o.dd.a.m.n question," he roars.

My ears ring with his fury. It's so sudden and intense, I flinch. I've never seen him like this, white about the lips, his eyes burning into mine. My lip wobbles. I want to cry. But I've never been the type to cower. I won't now, and I find myself shouting back at him.

"I don't know! I only got there a few minutes before you."

He snorts, the sound loud and obnoxious. "He sent you the first text when we checked into our room."

s.h.i.t. "That had nothing to do with Jax."

Gabriel grinds his teeth. "You weren't sick at all, were you? You lied to me."

My stomach lurches. "I was sick. With worry and shame. The mere thought of that worm being around and wanting to talk made me ill."

If anything, he looks more upset, hot color rising up his neck. "That's all you had to tell me, if that was the case. Instead, you made me worry and regret leaving you behind. And all the while you were planning on meeting up with that little f.u.c.k."

He's right, and there's nothing I can do to change my mistakes. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to handle it myself, get rid of him and get on with my life. I didn't mean to hurt you, though."

Gabriel waves his hand as if swatting a fly. "Fine."

"You don't sound fine."

His gaze cuts to me. "Because I am. Not. Fine. I am b.l.o.o.d.y-well p.i.s.sed."

I finch again at the hardness of his voice and the way he uses it as a whip. Having never been on the receiving end of his anger, I hadn't realized the power of it. I'm ashamed that I've earned it. And I'm hurt that he won't let it go.

He paces over to me, but halts as if he suddenly doesn't want to be too close. "It's bad enough that I have to walk into what appeared to be a replay of one of the worst moments in my life, but I get the distinct privilege of witnessing your supposed ex-boyfriend thanking you for helping him film the whole f.u.c.king thing!"

Guilt and shame hit me anew, but my mind skids to a halt. "What do you mean supposed? He is my ex. How can you even think that-"

His lip curls in disgust. "You're not stupid or blind. You d.a.m.n well know how this looks."

"And how exactly does this look to you?" I ask, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. "Tell me, Gabriel, what do think went on here?"

For a second, I don't think he'll answer. But then something defiant flashes in his eyes, and he stiffens, those icy, business-like walls slamming down around him. It's so swift and effective, I can almost hear their phantom clang.

"It looks like you f.u.c.ked us over."

He might as well have punched me in the gut. For a second I can't breathe.

"Right. All of this, all of what we had together, was just some elaborate ruse to get a story. Sure, why not? I can play a wh.o.r.e, can't I?"

I will not cry. I will not cry.

"Do not twist this, Sophie."

"I'm not twisting anything. You flat-out said it. I'm only clarifying your theory."

"I wouldn't have to theorize if you would simply tell me what the f.u.c.k happened!" He punches the air, as the words tear from him.

"I shouldn't have to explain that I'm not some gutter s.l.u.t," I shout back. "You should trust me enough not to leap to that disgusting conclusion."

"And if it had been me? Had you walked in on me with someone who had already hurt your family, someone you knew I'd been in a relationship with while hurting your family? You'd honestly just a.s.sume it was all fine because you trust me?"

He looks at me with wide, pained eyes, and my heart squeezes. "Well..."

"No, you wouldn't," he cuts in, going hard once more. "At the very least, you'd expect an explanation without having to ask for it. And I would b.l.o.o.d.y well be giving it to you," he shouts. "Because you'd deserve that courtesy. Anyone would. And most certainly from the person you-"

His mouth snaps shut, and he turns away, running a hand through his hair. Hunched and trembling, he looks so defeated that I move to go to him. Because if he's hurting, I need to stop it.

But he doesn't give me a chance. He straightens once more and turns to me. "I am trying my best to give you a chance here. Because what Killian and I walked in on tonight did not look good." He spreads his hands in a helpless gesture. "Christ, Sophie, give me something to work with, a b.l.o.o.d.y breadcrumb of an explanation to take back to Killian."

My face burns so hotly it throbs. "Killian? You think I give a s.h.i.t what Killian believes right now?"

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