Page 85 of Prince of Pain
“She fucks around. I need people to know where to send her when they’re done,” I huffed as if he was an idiot, and he let out a bark of laughter.
“You’re fucked up, man. So, you’re actually dating?”
“Yeah. It’s open though. She’s yours on her whiney days.”
“Nice try. That hot mess is all yours,” he said as he leaned back, reaching into his pocket for a baggie. “Coke. You’re mixing too many things, so that’s all you’re getting. You need a day or two of rest after this. I don’t like you much, but I don’t want you dead.”
“Aw, you love me.”
“You’re as delusional as Tempest,” he replied, handing me the baggie.
“Tell Mase he’s welcome to come play if he wants. We’re avoiding family, not you guys,” I offered, finally finding my boxers and putting them on.
“You need a shower and sleep. Your family would know you’re here if they check your bank statements. It won’t take them long to just show up and find you strung out. I’m doing you a favor here. If they show up right now, you’ll get dragged off to fucking rehab.”
“I’m fine.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Three days.”
“You were at my place six days ago to stock up on your way here, and I’ve been bringing you shit for the last four days, so you’re wrong,” he deadpanned. “You’re going to be dead by Christmas, which is only a month away, dude.”
“You’re worse than my mom,” I scowled, crawling onto the bed again and flopping down to get comfortable.
“Trust me. Sleep and shower,” he ordered, getting to his feet. “Do that for me, and we’ll have a party. I’ll bring the guys, maybe some girls for some fun. Sound good?”
“Fantastic,” I mumbled, hearing him walking around before I managed to pass out.
Channing was gone when I woke up, and apparently he took his drugs with him. I had no idea how long I’d slept for, but Tempest was awake, seeming to be freshly showered and sipping champagne on the balcony when I found her.
“Enjoying my room service tab?” I chuckled as I noticed the bottle. It was worth five hundred dollars.
At least she’d bought the cheapest one the hotel offered.
She looked back at me, smirking. “Absolutely. Go shower so we can go for breakfast.”
“You’re hungry?”
“No, but I don’t particularly feel the best. I don’t remember when I ate last,” she shrugged, looking out at the view. “It’s nice up here.”
“It had better be for the price per night,” I muttered, stepping forward to rest my forearms on the railing. “Channing stopped by when you were asleep. We’re thinking of throwing a party here.”
“If you start racking up a huge alcohol tab, your mom will show up.”
“She can’t stop me from drinking with friends.”
“No, but she’s psycho and might force a drug test on you, and then you're in trouble,” she said with a wry smile. “Clean yourself up so we can make an appearance in public so no one comes looking.”
“I should call Mom so she knows I’m okay. She should leave me alone then,” I sighed, turning to head back inside to find my damn phone.
I grabbed a glass of water to soothe my dry throat, putting the phone to my ear to call her, not surprised when she answered almost instantly. “Ry?”
“Hey. Just checking in,” I yawned, hoping I wasn’t slurring my words or anything. “Any luck getting anyone out of lock up?”
“Not yet. We’re trying to get Beck and Maddox out first, then figure out the rest after. Rage is losing his shit, they won’t let Zane out either. They’re trying to pin him with bullshit charges to keep him in longer too,” she sighed. “If you’re going to rack up room service, can you at least order some food?”
I rolled my eyes, grateful she couldn’t see me. “We’ve been going out to eat, Mom. I have cash on me. We aren’t cooped up in the hotel all the time.”