Page 100 of Queen Of Clubs
Thankfully, before we left, Calvin was able to get some information on the woman and her child. They were both brought to the ER and were treated for minor injuries that I demanded the guys pay for.
They agreed right away and said they already planned to. They also said she would be compensated for their tickets as well as for their pain and suffering.
The woman refused to sue and was amazing about everything. She should have sued. I would have. I’m sorry, I love the guys, but Gianna dropped the ball on this one big time.
Before we left, the guys visited the woman and took photos and signed things for her on top of everything else offered. I plan on getting in touch with her and giving her life-long free tickets to their concerts. I’d love to see them fight me on that one.
Zane tried to scold me for running off the stage and putting my safety at risk, but he shut up real fast when I snarled at him and gave him a look that promised I’d rip his dick off if he said another word.
There’s a knock at the bedroom door, drawing my attention away from the book I’ve been reading.
“What!” I snap, wincing when I hear how bitchy it comes out.
“It’s me,” Calvin says.
I sigh and place the bookmark in the book before setting it down next to me. “Come in.”
The door slides open, and Calvin steps in. My eyes widen, and I curse the warm feeling in my lower belly when I get a good look at what he’s wearing.
Calvin is dressed in a black T-shirt that hugs his body so damn well, showing off his sexy tattooed arms.
But the cherry on top is the pair of gray sweatpants he’s wearing. I lick my lips as I memorize the outline of his very large cock, and my pussy clenches.
“Darling,” he growls low and pained. My eyes snap up to his and heat blossoms on my cheeks. “Keep perfuming like that and this bus will quickly become full of feral alphas.”
“I don’t mind.” I grin. “I love it when you all lose control.” At least when it's in the bedroom.
He gives me a look that does nothing to help, but I just shrug. “Mhmm,” he hums, stepping in. “I have some news. Not sure if it’s going to be what you want to hear, though.”
My smile drops, and my stomach sinks. “What?”
He sighs. “The guys should be here for this.”
I nod and climb out of bed. “I’ll go out there.”
I didn’t even get to enjoy how cool this tour bus is because as soon as I got on, I went and formed my own little nest in the back. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my shit. I’m way too overstimulated and honestly glad we’re driving there instead of flying, because I plan on making this bus my own.
When we walk to the mini kitchen, all three guys are sitting at the table. They look over at us and Zane is about to get up when I tell him to sit.
He glares at me but keeps his ass in place. Smart. I’m not pissed at them, they’re just having to deal with my shitty mood.
“Hey, Tiny,” Everett tries, opening his arms. I stare at him for a moment as he raises a brow at me, but I sigh, needing that comforting touch. Sitting in his lap, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I sigh contentedly and snuggle, cursing myself for not being able to smell him.
I’m about to say fuck it and throw the spray into the trash, but I’m not ready to take that step with Calvin. Not yet. It’s only been a week, and I still haven’t had a moment of peace. I’m starting to think I’m never going to get one, and I’ll have to decide one way or another.
“What's going on?” Zane asks.
“I just got off the phone with Dad,” Calvin tells him.
“Well, that must have gone over really fucking well.” He sighs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms and leans back in his seat. “What did the asshole have to say?”
“That he’s putting me in charge of managing the band for now, but he will not be firing Gianna,” Calvin informs with a grim look on his face.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” Zane snarls as my stomach sinks. “Why the hell not? She’s been nothing but an issue since Jade came into the picture.”
“That's another thing.” Calvin’s jaw ticks. “He’s not too happy that Jade is here. He said that Gianna never had an issue regarding her job until... recently.”
“So, he’s blaming it on me?” I ask, hurt filling me. “I didn’t do shit.”