Tainted
(The VIP Room, #2)
by
Jamie Begley
Copyright © 2014 by Jamie Begley
Published by Young Ink Press, LLC
Edited by C&D Editing
Music
“Resuscitate Me” and “Tainted” written by Sarah Young
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Prologue
The sound of the door opening barely registered in her cloudy mind. She was no longer able to wonder about or be afraid of who was entering the room. Sawyer felt completely detached from her body. A body that was unable to respond to her commands.
The stray strand of hair that had fallen across her eyes had become an irritant, but she had been unable to raise her hand to brush it away.
Someone would come every so often and carry her limp body to the bathroom and order her to use the toilet. She had been shamed to the core of her soul to have to use it in front of the man watching from the doorway. He hadn’t even bothered to shut the door, leaving it open so that anyone passing by could see within the room.
Her full bladder had her wishing someone would come soon; even the humiliating experience was better than suffering with the basic desire to relieve herself. So far, she had managed not to wet herself, but she didn’t know how much longer before that humiliation would happen.
The light coming on in the room had her jerking involuntary; the pain in her eyes from the light was like shards of glass. A low whimper escaped her dry mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” the hateful voicesaid from the foot of the cot she was handcuffed to.
Sawyer felt movement next to her as the man brushed against her cot before he leaned over the cot next to hers. She hadn’t been able to make out the woman handcuffed to the cot next to her, or the other women in the room. All she heard was their crying in the dark. Several of them called out in their terror for their family. Sawyer knew because she had awoken several times herself, crying a name. It was the same name every time she had awoken to the discovery she had been kidnapped.
Vida.
She was the only family she had left, and they weren’t even related by blood. They were friends who had grown up together, becoming as close as sisters. They even shared a rundown apartment in the same neighborhood that they had grown up in, in Queen City, Texas.
Sawyer finally managed to turn her head, seeing the man who had taken her to the bathroom, going from cot to cot, turning the women so he could look at them.
“Dammit to hell! Get your ass in here!”
“What are you yelling for?”
“You left marks on every fucking one of them! I told you not to leave marks! What in the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“What does it matter?” The sullen voice roused Sawyer from falling back asleep, but the pain in her bladder needed to be relieved.
“Redman’s a woman short. One got sick, vomiting everywhere. We can’t have them puking while someone’s trying to fuck them.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“We were supposed to send one of these cunts, but you’ve got them so bruised up we can’t send any of them. Briggs is going to kick your ass.”
“He doesn’t have to know. There has to be one in here that’s not marked.”
“I’ve looked at every fucking one of them asswipe. What are you going to do?”
“Me?” Tommy’s voice had an edge of fear. Sawyer felt a spurt of satisfaction.
“Yeah, you.”
Sawyer drifted away again, but the cramp in her belly woke her back up.
“Please, I need to use the restroom,” she moaned.
“I told you to shut up!”
“I have to go.” Sawyer began crying. If they didn’t take her, she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer, and she couldn’t bear the humiliation of peeing on herself.
“Dammit.”
Sawyer felt the metal cuff around her wrist open, and then her wrist fell numbly by her side. A rough hand jerked her up, half-carrying and half-dragging her across the tiled floor. Pushing her into the bathroom, he stood in the doorway, watching as she fumbled with the sweatpants she had woken up wearing.
“She doesn’t have a mark on her,” Tommy said.
“We can’t send her. Briggs said Digger has plans for her.”
“How long does Redman need the woman for his client?”
“Just for tonight.”
“Digger doesn’t even have to know.”
“She’s not even trained yet.”
“We’ll give her another dose. It’ll keep her quiet. She doesn’t have to be trained to fuck; she just has to keep her legs open.” Both men laughed as she finished, almost falling over while pulling up her sweatpants.
“Get her dressed then. I’ll call Redman and tell him she’ll be ready in thirty.”
Chapter One
“How’s everything going on the road?” Grace asked.
“Couldn’t be better,” Kaden answered, absently stroking the back of one of the women in bed with him. After the concert, he had picked two from the mass of followers, who trailed after them from concert to concert, hoping for the chance to come into contact with the band members.
Silence met his response. Kaden rolled to his back as the other fan crawled between his legs, stroking his dick. His hand went to her hair as his hips lifted, putting his cock into her experienced mouth.
“Kaden, I’m staying with Mom while James looks for a job in Nashville. Why don’t you sneak away for a few days between concerts? It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Abby and Adam; they’re getting older. I want them to get to know you better. You haven’t seen them for six months. Mom misses you…” As usual, when his sister talked, she didn’t pause for breath.
“Can’t right now. Too busy. Maybe in a few months. I have a week off for Thanksgiving; me and Tatiana will come for a visit.” Kaden let his hands go to the other woman’s breast as the other one sucked his dick.
“Oh, okay.”
He ignored the disappointment in her voice.
“I have to go, Grace, someone’s calling my name. Tell Mom I said, hi.” Kaden hung up the phone before his sister was even able to say goodbye.
The axe swung down, breaking the log cleanly as the two pieces fell to the side of the stump. Kaden bent down, picking up another log and placing it on the stump. Lifting the axe, he swung down, using all his strength. Again, the log split into pieces. Over and over, Kaden repeated the process until there were only a few pieces left to split. As he chopped, he heard the steps approach from behind him and then paused as a familiar, sardonic voice rang out in the silence of the yard. “I think you have enough wood, Kaden.”
Kaden stiffened, but didn’t stop chopping the
wood until he had finished the remaining logs. Breathing heavily, sweat dripped off him and soaked the thin t-shirt he was wearing.
“What do you want, R.J.?”
R.J. moved to pick up a few of the logs that Kaden had split, carrying them to the woodpile against the cabin.
“We need to talk,” R.J. said, bending down to pick up more wood.
“You’re going to ruin that expensive suit.”
R.J. shrugged as he stacked the wood neatly. Together they worked in silence, stacking the wood. When they finished, Kaden went inside the cabin without a word. R.J. followed behind, taking a seat at the table after washing his hands at the sink.
Kaden ignored him as he picked up the coffee cup he had left sitting on the counter. He took another from the cabinet, pouring both cups to the brim with coffee and then carried them to the table. He sat one down in front of R.J. before taking a seat for himself.
“What do you want, R.J.?”
“Jesse’s been hurt in a car accident.” R.J. winced at the first taste of the strong coffee.
“How bad?”
“Two broken ribs, fractured arm and a broken leg.”
“That sucks for you, doesn’t it, with the new tour starting?”
“How did you know about the tour starting?”
“Ax,” Kaden answered, finishing his coffee and then getting up to put his cup in the sink.
“I can’t say I’m surprised he’s the only one you kept in contact with, but it would’ve been nice him telling me a week ago, instead of letting me go to three different states looking for you.” R.J. didn’t try to hide his frustration.
“That’s why I kept in touch with him; he was the only one in the band who knew how to keep his mouth shut.” Kaden’s harsh voice had R.J. wincing as his words rang home.
When R.J. would have spoken again, Kaden cut him off. “Get to the point. What do you want, R.J.?”
“I need you to take over for Jesse. You’re the only one who could bring in the revenue that Jesse would have.”
Kaden couldn’t help himself from laughing in his former tour manager’s face.
“Prop Jesse up on a stool if you have to, but there is no way in hell I’m stepping back on a stage.”
“Jesse already spent his advance on concert sales, so unless he can pay back the advance, he’s going to lose his home. Ax isn’t in much better shape; his child support payments have been taking a large chunk of his money. If he has to pay back the advance, then that new recording studio he’s so proud of, is going to close before a record could even be produced. D-mon can’t —”
“Stop, R.J. I can see where this is headed. You should know by now that I haven’t got a sympathetic bone left in my body. If that’s the best you’ve got, I have things to do.”
“I didn’t want to do this, Kaden, but I will if I have to. I won’t let the band suffer because you’ve buried yourself in grief.”
“Shut up, R.J., and get out. We’re done talking.”
“I’ll send the press the tapes,” R.J. threatened.
Kaden lost it. Taking a step forward, he jerked R.J. to his feet and then slung him toward the door.
R.J. managed to right himself before turning back to face an intimidating, furious Kaden. “I mean it, Kaden. Do the tour and they’re yours. I’ll hand them over and you’ll never see me again,” R.J. promised.
Kaden picked up R.J.’s empty cup and threw it against the kitchen wall. Taking a deep breath, he then released it, while getting himself back under control, before he killed R.J. with his bare hands.
“I have no choice it seems, R.J.; if you don’t give me the tapes,I’ll—”
“You do the concert, and they’re yours.” R.J. didn’t look away.
Kaden had no choice other than to believe him.
“When’s the first concert?” Kaden wanted those tapes back. If he had to tour the next year to get them back, then he would do it. Raking his hand through his long hair, he waited for R.J. to answer his question.
“In three weeks. I booked them pretty heavily.”
“You always did,” Kaden said sarcastically. “Get out, R.J.; you’ve accomplished what you wanted.”
“Kaden, if I had a choice, I would have left you alone. I let you leave without trying to stop you, didn’t I? I can’t let everyone down; there are too many people who are depending on me. I’m sorry.” R.J. went to the door and opened it. Kaden watched his former manager go out the door, closing it behind him.
He had sworn when he had walked away that he would never sing again. For five years, he had kept that promise, and now he was going to have to return. Kaden already knew what was ahead of him; months of no sleep, no personal space and miles and miles of road. Once, a tour of this magnitude would have been worth celebrating; now, it was only a reminder of how fucked up he had been.
Cleaning up the mess he had made, Kaden went into the back bedroom, which was empty except for the bed and dresser. Going to the closet, he packed his bag with what few items he possessed. He then sat down on the bed, staring at the picture he had taped to the wall by his bed. Reaching out, he carefully removed the worn picture, and then held it in his hand as he stared at it for several moments, before placing it in his bag. Afterward, he got up, took a quick shower, and then went to bed. Lying naked on the bed, he listened to the quiet night, feeling his body finally relax for the first time since R.J. had left.
Tomorrow, he would close the cabin then catch a plane to Dallas. For five years, he had dodged the fame of his career; now, he was going to have to face the publicity of his return and the circumstances that had caused his departure. They would all be waiting and watching for him to resume his wild lifestyle.
The women, drugs and money had all been the rewards of the career that he had used and exploited. This time around, none of it held any appeal. Instead, he would save Mouth2Mouth from financial disaster and get the tapes that had been held over his head for five years. The man who had left was not the one returning this time; this man had nothing left to lose.
Chapter Two
“Did you get the pictures I sent?” Grace asked.
“Not yet, my mail hasn’t caught up with me,” Kaden answered as he made four small lines of coke with his platinum card.
“Oh.” Disappointment filled his sister’s voice. “That’s okay; I have more of them trick or treating. They looked so cute.I dressed them up as—”
Kaden laid the phone down, doing two lines before picking his cell phone back up.
“—Adam made himself sick eating too much candy, of course.”
Kaden could tell this was going to go on for a while. “Grace, R.J. is calling on another line, I have to go. Tell Mom, I said hi.”
“But don’t you want to talk to her?”
“Next time; I have to go.” Kaden disconnected the call, already bending over to do the remaining two lines of white powder.
Kaden’s fingers moved over the guitar as the conversation played in his mind, bringing the end to the concert that had filled the arena to capacity. With a wave, he exited the stage as each of the band members followed his cue.
“Kaden, that was great! I thought you would have trouble learning all the new material, but you didn’t miss a fucking note.” D-mon slapped him on the back as they waited in the VIP room for their car to be brought to the back exit. They had a two-day layover in San Antonio before they would leave for their next gig, so they were staying at a hotel tonight.
R.J. stuck his head in the door. “The car is here.”
Four security guards were waiting outside the door as they exited the arena. The huge crowd waiting outside screamed their names when they saw the band.
“Kaden!” a young blonde girl that barely looked legal, pulled her top down, exposing her breasts. He kept on walking.
Ax tried to make his way to the woman, but R.J. held him back. “I already have entertainment for you back at the hotel. Get in the car, Ax.”
“You’re taking all the fu
n out of getting laid.” Kaden heard Ax complain as he slid into the car next to him.
“I’m trying to save you another DNA test for child support,” R.J. snapped, closing the door.
Kaden ignored the conversation as the car pulled out into the heavy traffic, leaving the arena. The drive back to the hotel took fifteen minutes in the car with the others hyped up from the show.
“It’s good to have you back.”
Kaden looked across the seat at Sin. “You’re still the master with the drums, Sin.”
Sin stared back at him with a reserved smile. He could be the most laid back of the band members or the wildest, depending on the mood he was in and what he was doing. Alcohol made him everyone’s best buddy; drugs made him a mean son of a bitch, wanting to fight everyone he came into contact with. Kaden thought both sides of him were an asshole, and he had the least to do with him, compared to the other band members.
The car drove to the back entrance of the hotel, coming to a stop.
“Thanks,Alec.” Kaden stepped out of the limo when Alec—the head of security who Kaden had hired, rejecting the firm that R.J. usually went with—opened the door. It had caused an argument between them, but R.J. had conceded when he saw that Kaden wasn’t going to back down.
“It’s clear. The press thinks you’re across at the Prestige. It’ll take them a couple of hours to figure out where you’re at,” Alec told him, closing the car door after the others had exited.
Kaden and the rest of the group followed Alec through the empty kitchen and into the private elevator that the staff used. The elevator stopped at the top floor and everyone got off, going to the lone door.
Alec caught Kaden’s arm before he could move forward. “R.J. had several women escorted here before the show started. Rick Redman brought them then took off. Said he would be back in the morning.”
Kaden’s lips tightened. He had met Rick several years ago when he had first started out. He was known for providing call girls for those well known in the entertainment industry. He had acquaintances who had used his service repeatedly, saving themselves the hassle of the tabloid exposé’s, or—like Ax—the numerous paternity claims from their one-night stands.