Page 10 of Rockstar Untamed
Sailor chuckled uncomfortably. “Somewhere between the two…look, I really don’t want to talk about that. I’m sorry.”
Bodhi nudged her with his shoulder. “It’s cool. Look, we need to get your passport arranged by Friday, so let’s get it done.”
Bartholomew Foy stalked back to his office and slammed the door.Six months.Six months since his Sailor had run away and nothing. He’d spent millions trying to look for her, all across the country, but wherever she had hidden herself, she’d done an excellent job. As soon as Monica had returned from the store that day, fuming, and obviously scared of what Bart would do to her for losing Sailor, Bart had never known rage like that. For years, he had bided his time, waiting for Sailor to reach womanhood. He’d been tempted to take her before she reached twenty-five, dreaming endlessly of her caramel colored skin, her dark eyes. He remembered her mother, Devi, a single mother Indian immigrant, who he’d found on the streets of San Francisco and had fallen for. Devi, although grateful to him, had resisted his charms at first, then as he promised her that she would be taken care of, she had come to him, and to his bed.
He’d murdered her just after Sailor was born. She’d been seeing another man, outside of the Children of Love. It was his first kill, but not the last, and now his bloodlust entirely for Sailor. This time, though, unlike with Tilly, he would do the deed himself, to punish her himself, to make her beg for her life before he took it.Ungrateful little whore.
A knock at his study door interrupted his dark reverie. “What?”
Salem, his slinky-hipped bodyguard, slipped into the room. “Something just pinged in California. One of our moles. She says she might, and I emphasize might, have spotted someone who resembles Sailor at a passport office in Los Angeles. The woman couldn’t be sure, but she alerted our Californian branch, and they’re following up.”
Bart tapped his pen on his desk impatiently. “That’s it? That’s all they got?”
Salem, the one person on his staff who wasn’t afraid of Bart, sat down in the chair opposite him. “It’s more than we’ve had since Sailor disappeared, Bart. And we have a contact at the passport office who is getting back to me later with anything he can find out.”
“Good.” Bart put his pen down and nodded at his bodyguard. “Good. Salem, when I get my hands on her…”
Salem beamed, showing a row of very even, very white teeth. “I can only imagine, Bart.”
Bart’s eyes were dark, dangerous. “The only thing I’ll regret will be that I’ll only get to kill Sailoronce.”
Tim was chatting away happily to Sailor as they sat on Bodhi’s private plane on their way to the Caribbean late Friday night. After her first week as Bodhi’s assistant, Sailor was exhausted, but exhilarated. There was so much to do, to think about, but she loved that Bodhi instinctively trusted her to get the job done without interfering. Next week would be even more exciting when they flew up to San Francisco to meet Emily and the Quartet people.
Sailor and Bodhi had discussed his move to the small, but more eclectic and inclusive label. “Look who they have on their roster,” Sailor enthused, “The 9th& Pinefor one, but look at these others. They’ve phased out every reality star and TV station brat and the quality of their music shines through. Youdeservethis label, Bodhi, and they deserve you.”
Bodhi grinned at her enthusiasm. “You cheering for them now? Sure it’s not to get an introduction to the band?”
“Well, that too,” she quipped back, and they’d both laughed. “I have such a girl crush on Bay Tambe.”
“You’re only human. But I think Tom Meir and their gazillion kids might object.”
“How many now? I know she’s pregnant again.”
“Three, including the belly-bound one.”
Sailor studied him. “So, the ‘gazillion’ was a bit of an exaggeration, then?”
He grinned. “A little.”
There was a short pause. “Between us, did you want kids? I mean, you kind of got blindsided with Tim, didn’t you?”
Bodhi sighed. “Now that isn’t an exaggeration. The truth is, no. It was never in me to have kids. But, Sailor, the second I knew Tim was mine, and look at us, I didn’t even need a DNA test to prove paternity, something shifted in me and I knew I would do anything for him.”
Sailor felt tears spring into her eyes and she looked away.
“Sailor King, are you crying?”
She shook her head, but laughed as the tears escaped anyway. “It’s just the love in your voice just then. Tim is a lucky kid, no matter how he’s hurting now.”
Bodhi half-smiled, but his eyes were troubled. “He’s hurting?”
“He got left with a man he doesn’t know, shoved into a life that most kids only dream about. His mom calls him, what, twice a week? I know she’s going through some stuff but…” Sailor stopped herself, hearing the anger rising in her voice.This isn’t about you, Sailor.
“Sorry,” she said to him, guiltily. “Not my business.”
Bodhi rubbed her back. “You’re a part of this family, now, Sailor. You say what you feel whenever you feel like saying it.”
Sailor took a deep breath in and shot him a grateful look. “I am sorry, though. But, Bodhi, I think Tim needs time to be resentful if he wants too…he’ll come around in his own time.”
