Page 38 of Rock Hard
“Can you show me how to do that?”
Styxx stared at him. “Seriously?”
Rex shrugged. He paid people to do that shit. Why would he need to know? He told his drummer as much.
“So, get Valerie to do it.”
“I fired her.”
“Yeah? About fucking time. That chick is toxic.”
Apparently, Rex hadn’t been the only one to reach that conclusion. It just seemed to take him a little longer, which pissed him off.
“You didn’t say anything.”
“Like you would have listened.”
Before Rex could respond, Styxx pushed forward. “Got your card?”
“In my room.”
“Then let’s go.”
Once in Rex’s room, it only took a few minutes to get the info. Room and dining charges for the last two nights were at the top of the screen. A couple more clicks and Rex was looking at an upscale resort just outside Phoenix, Arizona.
“What is she doing out there?”
“Something to do with school.”
Styxx looked closer and whistled. For a brief moment, a rare and unexpected light appeared in his eyes.
“Carly made the finals of the North American National STEM competition? That’s some impressive shit, dude. What did she do her paper on?”
Rex blinked. He had no idea. He didn’t even know what STEM was. “I don’t know.”
That bright light faded. Styxx’s apathetic persona returned. “Right. Anything else?”
“Nah. Thanks, man.”
“You sending someone for her?”
That would certainly be the easier route, but this wasn’t a task he trusted to anyone else. He had already decided to take care of this one himself. “No.”
Styxx nodded then scratched the back of his neck. “So ... I gotta ask ...”
“Yeah?”
“After you get Carly, are you going to go get Alice, too? Shit’s not the same without her, and neither are you, you know?”
Yeah, Rex knew. But Alice was the one who had walked away and decided to set up shop with that fucking panther.
“She made her choice.”
To his surprise, Styxx laughed. “You mean Johnny?” He shook his head. “Do us all a favor, Rex. Get your head out of your ass before it’s too late.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Styxx just shook his head again as he walked out the door. “I’m going back to bed,” he said from over his shoulder. “You need something else, go roust someone else.”
