Page 27 of Last One Standing
“For no pay?” Gabe quirked a brow. “Or we gonna take the money they have been hiding and have them be dependent on yet another group of people?”
“Well, they kind of will be since they want us to keep them alive,” Noel scoffed. “But I don’t want to take their money if they need it to survive after this is all over.”
“I have a question.” Nick raised his hand.
“What?” I sighed.
“Do you get tingles in your manhood when you look at Kona?”
“What the fuck?” I growled, but the others chuckled.
Nick stood. “I ask this because every time one of us have asked for a vote for a person we don’t take money from, we end up keeping them. So, I’m thinking Kona might be someone whomakes your soldier stand at attention, and you want to maybe storm his channel or something.”
“I can’t even with this conversation.” Shep pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t either, so I’m pretending you never spoke.” I looked around the room. “Can we just vote?”
“Absolutely.” JJ smiled.
One by one, my brothers voted and when we were done, we began planning how to get the two brothers out of there and with us. After one of Kona’s shows would likely be the easiest. So I sent a text off to Pika, innocent enough. It read:See you at the next show.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KONA
It had been two days.I’d been locked in this shitty room and unable to see Pika. Brick had apparently told everyone at Stilettos and Sangria that I was sick and wouldn’t be in this weekend’s show. They’d figure something out, and it would be spectacular. I’d laughed when he told me but refused to tell him why. He always said that no one gave a shit about the other acts, and that I was what they came for, but the moment it didn’t fit his narrative, suddenly they were amazing.
I tried texting Pika on his cell phone, but he didn’t answer, likely because he wasn’t alone and didn’t want Tank or any of the others to see him talking to anyone.
I couldn’t go on like this. Brick was out of control, and while I’d never really thought he’d hurt Pika, I wasn’t sure of that anymore.
A door slamming down the hall made me jump.
“Who is this?” Brick’s thunderous voice echoed through the clubhouse.
“A…a friend.” Pika’s voice was shaking.
I rushed to my door and started banging on it. “Leave him the fuck alone, Brick!”
“I don’t know a friend named Trevor.” Brick ignored me and was shouting at Pika. “He said he’d see you after the show, you have more people you want to bring around to fuck up my life?”
“He’s a guy I met at the library, that’s all.”
I punched my door again. “Brick, I swear to God, if you don’t get away from him, the next time I suck you, I’ll bite your dick off!”
I heard his footsteps and moved away from the door. A second later it was flung open and Brick towered in the doorway, his expression pure rage.
“You’re getting mouthy,” he snarled.
“Leave Pika alone, Brick. You’re mad at me, not him.”
He took a few steps into the room and held up the cell phone I’d given him. “He has a friend named Trevor who no one has ever heard of suddenly wanting to go to your show. I find it pretty suspicious that he has all these people who want to see you perform all of a sudden.”
“He’s not allowed to have friends, to promote the show?” I inched away to keep distance between us.
“You all must think I’m stupid.”
“No one thinks that, Brick. And if someone does, they aren’t too bright themselves.”
