Page 26 of For Wrath and Redemption
Where are you?
It’s read immediately, but he doesn’t respond, and that confirms my suspicions. This is a game to him. I hunt down one of the hulking security guards and ask them to bring me back to the hotel. It takes fifteen minutes to get there, and when I’m finally climbing out of the car, I’m so worked up that my hands are shaking.
“Do you need help, ma’am?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t need help but thank you.”
“Still, take my number.” He pulls a business card out of the glove compartment and hands it to me. “Call if you need assistance with anything. I’m Damon. I’m Mr. King’s security detail.”
I read the card, then look back at Damon. Hammond told me that each band member has an assigned detail for public outings and events. He offered to bring Jonah’s security guard on full-time, but I told him no.
I’m wondering now if that was the right choice.
“Why are you here? I was told concert security and bodyguards were two separate teams.”
“They are, ma’am, but Mr. King prefers full-time security for himself and Ms. James. Ms. Loveless does as well. Mr. Hendrix and Ms. Rossi don’t like bodyguards unless it’s necessary.”
I nod. It would make sense that Torren’s protective of Callie, especially in the wake of her accident. Sav Loveless requiring twenty-four seven security makes sense, too. She’s one of the most famous people on the planet.
I put the business card in my purse and look back at Damon.
“Thank you for the lift. I might need a ride in a few minutes to...somewhere.”
Fuck, I have no idea where to start. If he’s not in there...
“I’ll wait for a bit.”
“Thanks. If I’m not back down in fifteen minutes, just assume I’m good.”
“Sure thing, Ms. Davis.”
“You can call me Claire.”
He nods and returns my smile, then I head into the hotel.
I ball my shaking hands into fists and try my best to take deep, even breaths as I walk quickly through the lobby. I step into the elevator andkeep my eyes fixed on the door, avoiding the mirrored walls as I rocket to the top floor.
I don’t know what I’ll find, but I know I cannot let Jonah see me rattled. I can maintain control of a spoiled rock star. I’m a professional.
The elevator doors open on our floor, and I can already hear music thrumming from the suite I’m sharing with Jonah. The closer I get to the door, the louder it gets. He’s having a party. He’s having a fucking party inmyroom.
It takes me three tries to get the key card to work, and when it finally does, I throw open the door and march into the suite.
The loud, dark,emptysuite.
What the fuck?
There’s a Bluetooth speaker blaring on the coffee table, so I walk over and turn it off. Then I hear it.
Moaning.
Moaning, and squeaking, and...
Spanking?
The feminine yelp that follows the sound of a crack confirms it.
He certainly wasted no time. Bolted immediately after the show so he could come back here and get laid. Jonah Hendrix is no better than a horny teenager.
