Page 49 of Rockstar Untamed
Bodhi shook his hand, holding his gaze. “Thank you, Evan. Not just for today, but for bringing my son up to be a wonderful man. I can never thank you enough.”
Evan smiled, a little shyly. “I love Tim, and it was entirely my pleasure. I’m glad you have bonded so well. He loves you, Bodhi, he really does.”
Bodhi tried to hold back the tears, but was unable. “Thank you, Evan.”
“We will get him back safely, Bodhi, if it’s the last thing I do. I swear that to you.”
Bodhi nodded, but couldn’t speak. After they had left, Gemma still refusing to speak to Bodhi, Bodhi went to the guesthouse to find Sailor curled up on the sofa, her eyes haunted. Bodhi sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “Well, my beautiful girl…now it’s a waiting game. The F.B.I. want to wait for Bart to get in touch. We already know what he wants, but he’s not going to get it.”
Sailor said nothing, but buried her face in his neck. Bodhi could feel her trembling. “Try not to dwell on what Claudio and Gemma said to you; it came from a place of grief.”
“They were right. This is my fault.”
“No,” Bodhi’s voice was harsh and he made her look him in the eye. “It’s not. It’s the work of a madman, a psychopath. You did nothing wrong, do you hear me? I would not change a moment of time I spent with you. Nor would Tim, nor would Soleil. I am so in love with you, Sailor, you are my world as much as Tim, as much as Soleil was. God.”
“It hurts to hear her name in the past tense,” Sailor said, her voice breaking, “I can’t believe she’s dead. When I saw that photograph of her body…Bodhi, it was like seeing those photographs of Tilly all over again. The way she was killed…exactly the same. Bart has taken every important female figure in my life away from me, my mother, Tilly, Soleil. I can’t help feeling that if I had just given him what he wanted…”
“That’s bullshit.” Bodhi was up now, pacing. “Sailor, I see you murdered every night, in nightmares, I can’t stop them. Stabbed to death like Soleil was...I cannot handle you talking like that. If I lost you…”
“Ssh, ssh, ssh.” Sailor got up and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his mouth gently. “I’m still here, baby, still here…” Her voice broke, and Bodhi gave a groan and kissed her roughly, pouring all his pain into the kiss. He tore her shirt from her and took each nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, biting down on the nubs. Sailor pulled him to the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her skirt up over her hips and tore her underwear away.
He couldn’t wait to be inside her and thrust hard, hid cock straining to be enveloped by her velvety cunt.
They fucked each other hard, almost animalistic, feral, desperate to purge themselves of the sadness that weighted them down. They stayed in the guesthouse, the bedroom in the main house they’d shared for that one glorious night with Soleil, now sullied. A tomb.
In the morning, Bodhi woke up, the bed beside empty. He could hear Sailor in the little kitchenette. For a moment, he closed his eyes and pretended everything was normal, everything was okay. That his son, his Tim, wasn’t being held by a madman who wanted to kill Sailor, that his beloved friend Soleil hadn’t been brutally murdered.
Bodhi sighed, the sadness inside him weighing him down. He stared up at the ceiling, and his attention was caught by the tiniest red-light blinking. He sat up and cursed. Fucker had put cameras everywhere. Bodhi was about to reach up and rip the camera out of its hiding place behind the slatted door of the closet when he heard a crash and Sailor cry out.
He darted into the kitchen where he saw her on the floor, moaning, holding her left arm which he could see straight away was broken.
“What happened?”
“I was trying to reach the other skillet, the one that’s on the top of the cabinet,” Sailor winced as Bodhi gently held her broken arm. “I slipped. Oh, fuck it, fuck it…”
“Come on.” He swept her up into his arms easily, “You need to get to the hospital. Cedars is closest.”
Sailor, gasping with pain, stopped him. “Could you grab my jeans? I can’t go to the hospital in my underwear?”
Bodhi half-smiled. “The doctors wouldn’t mind. Okay, just stay here for a moment.”
As Bodhi went to the bedroom, Sailor very deliberately looking at the top of the oven to the extractor hood and said “Cedars Sinai. Cedars Sinai.”
Bodhi was back almost immediately. “You okay?”
She nodded, and he helped her pull on her jeans and sweater, then dressed himself quickly. They walked out to the garage, his security detail jumping to attention. “We need to get to Cedars…Sailor has broken her arm.”
“Okay, on it.”
Bodhi helped Sailor into the back of the SUV, but then turned back to another man. “Greg, sweep the entire property for cameras and any other surveillance devices. That cocksucker Foy has been watching us; that’s how they got the video of us.”
“Right, boss.”
Bodhi got into the car with Sailor, helping her put her seat belt on. “What a stupid idiot I am,” she said, apologetically. “This is the last thing you need.”
“Could have happened to anyone, baby. Let’s get you fixed up.
Bart Foy watched the video feed in satisfaction. Sailor had executed his plan perfectly. He got a little extra thrill at seeing her hurt…which would be nothing to how he would feel later, her blood on his hands, her lifeless body in his arms.Soon, so soon.
