Page 143 of Queen Of Clubs
“Or, maybe someone put it there,” Everett suggests.
“Fuck,” Zane screams, running a hand through his hair as he paces back and forth.
They continue to argue, but my attention is stuck on the TV behind them. The video plays, and I feel like I’m going to puke. It’s showing everything. The sounds of my moans and cries, how Griffin came all over me. Nothing is being spared. And then it hits me; they’ve just been outed to the whole world about their relationship with each other.
Tears fill my eyes as Chelsea continues her broadcast. “Not only was the tape a surprise, but these three sexy men are together? Naughty, naughty. And so damn hot. What does this mean? Is it just sexual or are they together? Is their omega just a dirty little freak who likes to watch them get it on or is it true love.” She bats her lashes at the camera, and I want to fucking wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze.
She goes on, reading what the world is saying about us. While they were helping me through my heat, their career was going down in flames. She mentions things about fans losing their minds, calling me a whore, calling the guys nasty names, and it makes my heart hurt.
“And, did you know their sweet little omega is actually a prostitute? That's right everyone, Jade Love was an omega at a high-end club in Las Vegas. She met her alpha, Calvin, there. He was her client. Does that mean the guys were as well? Or was big brother, Calvin, not enough and she wanted more, so she sunk her claws into his little brother and his whole band. Gold-digger, that's what she is.”
My hand flies to my mouth, smothering a sob. And it only gets worse, a very enraged Calvin steps inside through the dining room sliding doors.
“This isn’t good,” he says, giving them all a dark look.
“You think!” Zane roars. “I’m going to fucking kill whoever took that video.”
“How bad is it?” Everett asks, running a hand through his inky strands.
Calvin let’s out a deep pained sigh. “People are refusing to attend the rest of the tour. Not only are fans demanding refunds, venues are pulling out. Not to mention that our father is losing his shit too, threatening to drop the band from the label.”
“He can’t do that!” Griffin shouts.
“No, he can’t because I signed you guys on, not him. But he’s still going to do whatever he can to cause a fuss. And the only way to shut him up would be money. A lot of money. More than we have.”
My body feels numb, my heart shattered into pieces. This is all my fault. They’re about to lose everything because of me.
Turning around, I run down the hall. Closing the bedroom door, I drop to my knees, covering my mouth as I try to muffle some of my sobs.
My emotions and hormones are still running high, and I’m not thinking straight. The only thing I want to do is run, to go back to Vegas and hide. I don’t care that the world saw me having sex, I care that the world hates the people in the video with me.
Getting to my feet, I stumble my way over to my bag and mindlessly start shoving things into it as tears spill down my face.
“Jade?”
Whipping around, I find Calvin standing there, his face a mask of worry and panic. “Jade, what do you think you're doing?”
I blink at him, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. “I–I... I can’t stay here, Calvin,” I sob. “This is all my fault.”
“No it is not,” he counters firmly as he strides across the room. He cups my face, forcing me to look at him. “This is not your fault. None of this is.”
“They’re going to lose everything,” I cry. “I heard what was said out there. If I didn’t come back into their lives, none of this would have happened.”
“Don’t talk like that,” he growls. “You're the best thing that ever happened to any of us. You're our omega.”
“I know,” I whimper. “I know. I love them so much, Calvin, it hurts. But this is a lot. It’s been nothing but a rollercoaster since they’ve found me. And while I don’t care what happens to me, I do care about what happens to them. They don’t deserve to lose everything.”
“They’re not going to. This isn’t the first time a scandal like this has come out in Hollywood and it won’t be the last.”
I shake my head. I can’t help but feel like I’m the cause of it all, and they would be better off without me. On the other hand, I can’t lose them. I don’t want to let them go.
“I want to go home,” I whisper. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to be in the public eye. I don’t want everything we do to be watched and judged. I miss my quiet life, and while I could handle what was thrown at me for the most part, going public was the worst idea for all of us. I was already getting death threats, Calvin. And after this? What are they going to do now? If they didn’t want me out of the picture before, they sure as hell will now.”
I grab his phone from his pocket and pull up the sites where I saw the threats before. My eyes slowly scan the new posts and real fear fills me. “Look, I was right,” I whisper as I hand back the phone to him.
He takes it and reads before letting out a frustrated, pissed off string of curses. It’s pages and pages of people wanting me dead, telling me to kill myself, that I turned the guys gay or that I’m a whore, that I’m just a gold-digger. One post even states that they’re going to find me here in Greece and take care of the issue, meaning me, themselves.
“You can’t stay here,” he agrees, looking up from his phone with a stricken look on his handsome face. “As much as it kills me, you're not safe.”