Page 33 of Rockstar Untamed
“It’s true though. I’ll tell you something, if Bart comes for me, I won’t go without trying to take him with me. I used to think the worst thing a person could do was to kill another human. But I would kill Bart Foy in a heartbeat. For what he has done, for what he might do.”
Bodhi felt his heart sink at her words. His beautiful love should never have been put in the position where she had to choose whether to kill or be killed. No. This was wrong.He would not allow Sailor to be hurt anymore by Bart Foy or his followers.
“Sweetie, when we get back to the US, we’ll stop being passive and start being proactive.”
“What do you have in mind?” Sailor was calm now and Bodhi kissed her temple.
“First, and I know you’ll hate this, but added security. You don’t go out in public without a bodyguard.”
Sailor sighed and Bodhi looked at her questioningly. “What is it?”
“It’s just…I lived for years not being able to move freely, always having a escort with me. It feels like déjà vu.”
“Except in this case, we’ll be protecting rather than restraining.” There was a tiny edge to Bodhi’s voice and she smiled at him humbly.
“I know, baby. Let’s talk about what else we can do?”
Bodhi shifted so he was facing her. “When you think of other cults, what’s the thing they hate the most?”
“Negative publicity.”
Bodhi nodded. “Right. Documentaries, testimonies from ex-cult members. Look at that series that was just on television exposing that Hollywood cult. They hated it.”
“So, you’re saying we should make a documentary?”
“I am. We involve a top journalist, someone with gravitas, and we round up ex-cult members to testify.”
Sailor chewed her lip. “If we can find any alive. There are very few who leave and nearly all of them end up dead.”
“Then we get the police involved and look into those deaths. Maybe the F.B.I. You can tell them what you saw in Foy’s office.”
“If he’s under investigation, he will have destroyed those photos. Why the hell didn’t I take one as leverage if nothing else? Dang it.”
“You were scared.”
Sailor nodded, but she looked determined. “Let’s do it. Let’s bring that asshole down.”
“And keep you safe.”
She smiled at him. “That too.”
Bodhi leaned over to kiss her. “Are you hungry?”
“A little.” She stroked him hair, trying to force the image of him dying out of her head. “I don’t want pancakes though.”
“Eggs?”
“Perfect.”
They ate outside, balancing their plates on their knees. “It is heaven here,” Sailor said. “No television, no internet, no phone signal, just this.” She indicated the beautiful rolling hills, the regal, but rustic buildings, the olive groves.
Bodhi ate a forkful of eggs. “Could you see yourself living here?”
Sailor looked at him in surprise, then nodded. “I could. You?”
Bodhi smiled. “It’s been in the back of my mind for years, just to retire and then come back here, a simpler life. Lately, I’ve been thinking about it more. If you’ll forgive an old man’s fantasy…I could see us here, our own little kids running around, dogs, horses, us making everything we need together. Tranquility. Peace.”
“I take it back,” Sailor said, tears filling her eyes, “This isn’t heaven. That right there, what you described, that’s my heaven.”
