Page 3 of Hell on an Angel
“I’ve eaten there a time or two. Get the filet—it’s to die for,” he suggested flatly.
“Thanks. I will. If you don’t need anything else, I’m going to pop off and concentrate on driving.”
“Have fun tonight, Kennedy. I’ll see you on Monday at work.” Hanging up, he was sure he’d be seeing her sooner than Monday.
Chapter One
The room was void of light except a sliver coming from under the door. Red light emanated from the hallway, giving an eerie feel to the small crack. The sound of his phone ringing had Player cracking one eye open. Shoving from beneath the two club girls that he’d been fucking, he managed to grab the phone before the caller hung up. “Yeah?”
Squinting his eyes, he glanced back at the bed. Underneath the two girls lay Joker. He’d come in on the tail end of the party and had joined in.There needed to be boundaries to how involved the brother should be in his life, Player thought.
“Stephen?”
The sound of a frightened feminine voice saying his given name had Player sitting up. “Who the fuck is this?”
“Kennedy.”
“Kennedy?”
“Your sister.”
Fuck him.He hadn’t seen or heard from her since she was five. “I know who you are. What has you calling me?” Player swung his legs around, planting his feet on the cold floor. The icy temperature helped sober him up.
“I’m in trouble. I need help.” Her voice cracked, but Kennedy didn’t care. She had fought to be stronger than a snivelling girl. She was far from that hardened girl who grew up on the streets. She was refined and educated now—well, as refined as someone like her could manage. Still, shit like this wasn’t supposed to happen to her.
She had a great job with good benefits.Not anymore, she corrected herself. She didn’t have that job anymore. Not since witnessing her boss and his two lacky’s kill a man three weeks ago. The cash she had ran out two days ago, and she was hungry and scared, which led her to call her brother.
“How did you get this number?”
“A friend.”
“What friend?”
“Stephen, I’m in real trouble.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in a town called Hill City in South Dakota.”
“What the hell are you doing in South Dakota? Last I knew, you lived outside of Provo, Utah.”
“I’ve been running for my life is what I’m doing in South Dakota. Can you help me or not?” she snapped. Covering her mouth with a shaky hand, Kennedy was shocked at her outright rudeness.
“Yeah, I can help you.” Getting up, he pulled his jeans on and stepped from his room. Walking down the corridor, he went in search of someone who could put him in touch with Cree. The brother was at a reservation in South Dakota.
“Where are you in Hill City?”
“I’m at a diner called Ann’s.”
“Is there a hotel you can stay at?”
“I don’t have any more cash, and I’m afraid to use my credit cards.” Kennedy moved away from the counter where she could tell Stephen what had happened.
Holy shit, his sister sounded like she was in deep trouble. “Is this your phone number?” He needed to make a call so he could get her the help she needed.
“No, it’s the woman who owns the diner.”
“Can I speak with her?” Player listened to muffled words. When the sound of a woman’s voice came across the line, he started asking a whole lot of questions. “Who is this?”
