“Okay. We’re ready then,” Hudson said and she waited while they planned her departure from the club, through the back exit door.
* * * *
Cash and Zane drove a black SUV with tinted windows. Tia was in the back seat between him and Hudson. Jagger wanted to know who
texted her, but she held the cell phone tight as it went off again.
Nash and Riker followed in another car behind them. They would go in the underground garage at the penthouse, and get into a private, delivery elevator by Jameson. Hudson already spoke to him.
She fidgeted with the phone and when it went off again, she placed it under her arms to try and hide the buzzing.
“Okay. Who the fuck is texting you? And I don’t want any lies or bullshit.” Jagger raised his voice and Tia Rose jumped.
She must have seen his dark expression even though the light in the SUV was dim. Up front Cash and Zane remained looking forward.
“It’s no one of importance, Jagger.”
“Well, they keep texting you, so who is it?” Hudson asked.
She took a deep breath and released a sigh.
“Salvador.”
“Who the fuck is Salvador?” Jagger asked.
She was silent a moment. “No one of importance.”
“Then why does he keep texting you?”
“He’s my ex-boyfriend, Jagger, okay. He found out about the break-in and he texted me.”
“What’s his last name?” Zane asked from the front seat.
“Why?” she asked.
“Answer him, and then we’ll deal with the texts when we get home,” Jagger replied.
“He has nothing to do with this,” she added.
“How do you know? All bases have to be covered. How many times do you read shit in the paper about ex-boyfriends stalking their ex-girlfriends and then trying to kill them?” Zane stated from the front seat.
“What’s the fucker’s name, Tia Rose?” Jagger asked again.
“You’re not helping, Zane,” Tia stated firmly, and then she told them his last name.
“Send it to Jett and Flynn, as well as Riker and Nash,” Hudson added.
Tia Rose leaned back in the seat and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Watch that attitude. It will cost you later,” Jagger warned her and she shot him a look.
He held his expression and could see that she knew he was getting angry. Why didn’t she realize that they were both concerned for her? What was she not telling them? Could she possibly have an idea who wanted to hurt her, yet she was holding back telling them? What about this Salvador asshole? How long were they involved? Was it serious? Did he hurt her? Could he want her back? Was she thinking it over?
Jagger ran his hands through his hair. He released an annoyed sigh and then looked at Tia Rose again. He was jealous and fearful and totally on edge.
“Salvador is a jackass. He means nothing. If you want to know the truth, he dumped me. He cheated on me and hooked up with some bimbo model. I was never good enough for him, and he always put me down, just like my parents had. His texts mean nothing. He’s looking for a damn booty call,” she blurted out.
“What? That fucker texted you for sex tonight?” Jagger raised his voice.