Backstage Demands

by Kristina King

  “You like spying on people?” said the guy holding her down. The driver just laughed as the man holding her continued, “Hell, you even have binoculars. You must really enjoy watching, huh?”

  Lauren struggled against his hold, fearing for her life! She had no idea who had kidnapped her, but she pleaded.

  “I wasn’t spying! I was just looking for something.” She realized that made no sense until something caught her eye. It was a tattoo on the driver’s arm of brass knuckles, “Brass! You’re one of the Brass Bonds!” Now she got excited thinking she had a bargaining chip, “I’m Jasper’s attorney! Jasper Connor currently imprisoned for the murder of Jasper Connor!” The words spilled out of her mouth.

  “Honey, we know exactly who you are.” The driver said without turning around. Then the guy holding her put a bag over her head.

  *

  Lauren found herself in a room that was inherently dark even in the mid-afternoon daylight. A long table was centered in the room with nine chairs around it. Lauren was seated at one end of the table. The man that had been kissing Darla and grabbing her ass was seated at the other. Darla stood behind him with her hand on his shoulder. The little bit of light in the room glinted against the round blue stone that sparkled on her finger. Lauren thought that they looked like some mismatched king and queen.

  “Lauren, please meet our client, Whitey Smith. He’s the president of the Brass Bonds MC, Original Chapter.” Whitey touched Darla’s hand then smiled to Lauren.

  “I’m sorry for the behavior of two of my guys that brought you here in such a rough manner. It’s completely inexcusable.” He flashed her a bright smile, not as charming as Jasper’s, but she could understand Darla’s attraction to the man. He was handsome with killer eyes and the presence of a confident leader.

  “Three … it was three men that manhandled me.” Lauren was not quite ready to forgive. Her hair was half on her face and she looked like a lunatic from when they messily pulled the bag off her head. Two of the men were standing on either side of her, making sure she stayed put.

  The man and Darla laughed.

  “My apologies. I stand corrected. You can, however, imagine our surprise to find you up on the hilltop spying on our road. What, exactly, were you hoping to find?” Darla arched a brow as she waited to hear Lauren explain.

  “Ms. Lovell assigned me to assist her with Jasper’s case. I was hoping to find something related to the Lucas Jackson murder so that I could use it to free Jasper.” Without revealing what Jasper told her, she added, “Despite the situation, I don’t believe he killed Lucas Jackson.”

  Whitey nodded listening intently then looked back at Darla as if he expected her to speak. For the first time, Darla looked uneasy.

  “Lauren doesn’t have all the facts of the case yet. She was instructed to meet with Jasper. He called frantic about the fact that the police found the body.” Darla kept her eyes on Lauren as she explained.

  Whitey nodded and turned back to Lauren.

  “Ms. Holden … may I call you Lauren?” He did anyway, “Lauren, Jasper murdered Lucas Jackson in cold blood. Jasper was having an affair with his fiancé. It was an act of jealousy and nothing more. We appreciate that you are trying to find a loophole.” He flashed that smile again. The hairs on the back of Lauren’s neck stood on end.

  “We’re still going to try and get him a lesser sentence, but things do not look good for Mr. Connor.” Darla continued and squeezed Whitey’s shoulder affectionately. “Jasper is very important to the Brass and we’re going to do everything we can for our beloved clients.”

  Lauren went to open her mouth to ask why Jasper never said anything about having an affair with Lucas’ fiancé. There was no record of it in the file, but clearly something more was going on here than meets the eye and whatever it was, it was well above Lauren’s pay grade. She sensed she was in danger so she turned to Darla and quickly offered,

  “Ms. Lovell, I am so terribly sorry that I … deviated from your orders. You merely said to meet with Jasper and I guess I got caught up in wanting to make a good impression on my first case.” She laughed nervously, “You know … the new kids always think they’re going to change the world on their first job out of school.” Whitey smiled and nodded as if he completely understood. Lauren licked her dry lips and blurted, “Are you going to take me off the case?” She really wanted to ask if they were going to kill her, but that would mean Darla Lovell would have to be killed too so Lauren internally blamed her fear on her paranoia.

  Darla smiled and shook her head.

  “No dear. It’s good to have a lawyer that’s committed to her client. We’ll discuss the case further in the office so you can help us save Jasper from the electric chair even if we can’t get the charges dropped.” Darla offered an uncharacteristically warm smile. Outwardly, Lauren sighed a sigh of relief but internally she was sure she was in danger. Who throws a woman into the back of a van and puts a hood over her head?

  Whitey slapped the table as if he was concluding the meeting, “Lauren, we are a very exclusive club. We don’t allow outsiders into our private den so I do apologize for the van and the hood. We just weren’t sure who was spying up on the hill, but you’re unharmed and we’re glad you’re on our side and Jasper’s.”

  But the driver said he knew exactly who she was. Lauren opened her mouth, but something entirely different came out:

  “Sir, I really don’t want to lose my job. I’m sorry I was spying, but I was just looking for something that night help with Jasper’s case, in favor of him.” Then she turned to Darla, “I’m really sorry if I embarrassed you in front of the client. If it helps anyone put their minds at ease, there was nothing to see but dirt.”

  The man nodded.

  “Well tell us what you saw?” His crystal blue eyes bore through her as he assessed her response.

  Lauren remained calm.

  “I saw three motorcycles on the far end of the road, but then I took my eyes off the road. I thought I heard a noise. The next think I know; I was in the van.” She shrugged, “So basically, I saw nothing.”

  CHAPTER 7:

  DARLA & PETER & LAUREN & JASPER

  Lauren’s hands shook as she drove back to the office. Darla instructed her to meet her there. The men kindly and civilly took her back to her car then took off. Before she turned the car on, she broke down in tears. Now she was just driving slowly to keep herself from crashing.

  She pulled into the parking lot and looked over her shoulder as she entered the building. She didn’t feel safe until she was in her office with the door and the window blinds closed. After composing herself, she turned on her computer. She wanted to know who actually owned the Triumph Tower buildings. If the MC was on one end of the road, she wanted to know who was on the other end, and she needed to talk to Jasper again. Why hadn’t he told her about his affair with Lucas’ fiancé?

  “Probably because it wasn’t true.” She said the words to herself aloud as she ran various searches through the browser until the phone rang. “Lauren Holden.”

  “Lauren, it's Jasper. I need to see you. Can you come today? They’re going to kill me. I want you to know everything before they do it.” His voice sounded desperate yet determined.

  “Jasper! What the hell is going on? You need to tell me everything. I feel very unsafe right now and I’m sure there’s more going on here than you’re letting on. Why didn’t you tell me about the affair with Jackson’s fiancé?” Her tone was hushed, irrationally concerned that someone might hear her through the walls.

  “Lauren, just get down here. I will tell you everything, I promise – and I didn’t tell you about the affair with Jackson’s fiancé because there was no affair. I do not want to talk on the phone, just get down here and we’ll discuss everything.”

  Lauren sighed feeling completely out of her league.

  “Listen I’ll be there as soon as I can. I have to wait for Darla. She wants to meet me after probably to make sure I’m not going to sue the fi
rm for getting thrown in a van, hooded and kind of kidnapped!”

  “Shit … Lauren, she’s in on it. You need to lay low and if you can, get off this case. It’s too dangerous.” He was having second thoughts quickly about getting her more involved. “Just get off the case if you can, I’ll figure it out on my own.” He hung up.

  Lauren stared at the phone. He went from committing to telling her everything to completely flipping in wanting her off the case immediately. Jasper was in trouble and she was going to help him, but she had to be smart about it.

  Marta walked into the office with a knock.

  “Ms. Lovell called. She said she has to move the meeting until tomorrow morning, first thing. You are not to talk to anyone about the case, you are to come directly to her office. Tonight she wants you to stay here until you get all the Connor files prepared for your meeting with her in the morning. She said she’s going to go over everything with you again and you’re not to make a mistake like you did today, ever again.”

  Lauren looked up at Marta completely confused. Why would Darla send the receptionist to give her this message? Why didn’t she just call Lauren herself?

  “Sure. No problem. Marta, can you let me in her office? Some of the files are in there.”

  Marta shrugged and motioned for her to follow her.

  “I have to stand here while you get them. You understand, right? What kind of mistake did you make today?” She unlocked the door for Lauren, letting her inside and watching from the door.

  Lauren was quickly going through the files on Darla’s desk. She found a Connor’s file and another labeled “Triumph”. She grabbed both and headed back to Marta.

  “I was being an overachiever. Almost pissed off a client.” Lauren fed Marta some gossip in return for letting her in the office. “Thanks, Marta. You’re a big help.”

  *

  Lauren stayed at the office for an hour. She wanted to get to the prison as soon as possible, but she still needed to get home and talk to Peter. She wanted to tell him what the Brass Bonds did to her and see if he knew anything about them and Darla Lovell. She knew Peter knew her from the industry but maybe he had information that could shed some light on things. She stuffed the files in her brief case and headed out.

  She called Peter’s office on the way home. He wasn’t there. The receptionist said he was headed home to change for a late dinner meeting with clients.

  “Perfect.” Lauren said to herself. She could meet Peter while he changed and then head over the prison to meet with Jasper. She’d bring the files and go over them with him.

  Quickly she pulled her mini-cooper into the lot and took the parking lot elevator up to the lobby, then switched elevators at the lobby. One was open and waiting for her as if it were fate. As she stepped into the elevator, she smelled a familiar scent that she couldn’t put her finger on. She had no time to rack her brain searching for a memory. Within minutes, she was in the apartment, “Peter!”

  Peter was shaving in the bathroom.

  “Lauren? What’s wrong?” He could see she was frantic. She dropped her briefcase and went right into the bathroom with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. He turned in her arms and wrapped then around her now sobbing shoulders, “Princess, what happened? Tell me.”

  Then she saw it. The light of the bathroom glinted off it. It was the round blue stone of a cocktail ring sitting on the sink near the soap and she remembered where she smelled that scent that lingered in the elevator.

  Lauren pulled herself from Peter and wiped her eyes sniffling.

  “Oh nothing … I just had a bad day at work and I was glad to see you. Just needed a hug.”

  Peter reached out for her and pulled her into a hug again.

  “C’mere baby. Let me hold you a minute. You’re shaking. Tell me what happened to upset you so much.” He stroked her hair as he leaned against the sink, pulling her close.

  Quick thinking Lauren wrapped her arms around him, but she let one hand drift a bit. Her fingertips reached for Darla’s ring. Once she had it, she curled her hand around it and let go of Peter. She shoved both hands in her pockets to hide the ring.

  “No it’s ok … you should get ready for your meeting. Noreen told me you have one tonight.”

  “Yes but I can cancel it if you need me to. I’ll reschedule and we can order in some pizza and you can tell me all about your day.” He locked his eyes on her. Lauren couldn’t tell if he already knew what happened to her or not. Had Darla told him?

  Lauren composed herself, smoothing her hands over hear skirt.

  “No really, Peter. Please go. I’ll be fine. I have some files I need to go over for a meeting with Darla Lovell in the morning. Oh! Dammit! I just realized I left the files in my office. I’ll go back and get them.” She kissed his cheek and headed back out, “Don’t worry about me. I’m really going to be fine. Good luck at your meeting.” She was out the door before he could stop her.

  *

  Lauren never made it back to the office. Instead, she went to jail, directly to jail. Do not pass go. Georgie saw her and let her in. He knew exactly who she was and she was more stunning than Jasper had once described her during one of their end of shift conversations. He opened the gate for her and guided her to the interview room where Jasper was waiting. When she entered, she saw that Jasper’s face had changed. He was still incredibly handsome, but now he looked drained. He had a black eye and a fat lip. Lauren wanted to run to him, but she knew she couldn’t. She looked between Georgie and Jasper since Georgie was still in the room, “You do this to him? You rough him up?” Lauren was on fire.

  Georgie shook his head.

  “No way lady.” He held his hands up defensively and nearly laughed at how fired up she was.

  Jasper motioned for her to sit. He wasn’t cuffed and she noticed it. “Georgie is actually a VERY good friend. He didn’t do it, but I’m happy to see my attorney is all over my potential police brutality case.” He grinned to her and a bit of that charm she had noticed during their first meeting returned. He motioned again for her to sit, “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. Besides, you look almost worse than I do. What happened?” Lauren sat intently in the seat and leaned in across the table. Georgie looked on suspiciously. The woman looked like she was on a top secret mission something definitely burned her ass.

  She wouldn’t recount what happened. Not yet. Her hand was stuffed in her pocket. Her fingertip caressing that ring as it burned a hole in it. Jasper and Georgie looked at head other as they waited for her to speak.

  “Jasper.” She stated his name as he looked on.

  “Yes, Lauren? What is it?”

  She inhaled. To Lauren, time seemed to stand still as her mind raced about the events of the day and quickly formed plan after plan in a matter of minutes.

  “I don’t believe you killed Lucas Jackson and I’m going to help get you out of here, but first you’re going to do something for me.”

  Jasper sat back in his chair staring straight in her eyes. He considered long and hard what she could possibly want from him.

  “Ok then … what do you need, Lauren?”

  Lauren pulled the ring from her pocket and set it on the table, the gold band of the cocktail ring vibrating off the metal of the table.

  “Tell me everything you know about Darla Lovell.”

  BONUS SERIES:

  RYKER’S MOUNTAIN, BOOK 1

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  Ryker's Mountain:

  RESCUE

  Love Triangle Romance

  By: A.J. Winter

  CHAPTER ONE

  When I say my boyfriend is rich, don’t start thinking Wall Street mogul or tech billionaire, I just mean that in our city his family ranked with the elites. His great grandfather started a factory and now it employed a lot of people and made a lot of stuff and his whole family was pretty well off compared to the rest of us. It’s not like I was hurting for cash though, my father was a programmer for a big company and my mom was a dental hygienist, I didn’t want for anything growing up and I could pass for pretty high end which was how I landed Joel. We were quite the pair. He looked like one of those guys off from an Abercrombie ad, tousled hair, buff, polo shirts and khaki shorts, no tattoos, and I was an average, slender faced, black girl with an average body and thick black hair.

  After graduating from high school my parents insisted that my free ride was over, I could live at home rent free but I had to work or go to school. If I didn’t go to school I had to pay for my own cell phone, my own clothes, my own trips to get my nails done, all of it. Sure they still fed me and paid the electric bills but it still meant thirty hour weeks in black slacks, a white top, and low heels serving drinks at one of the upscale restaurants in town.

  My boyfriend Joel went off to school and thankfully the business courses he needed were offered locally so we weren’t stuck in one of those long distance relationships, but sometimes he forgot that the working girl doesn’t get four months off every year. Which is why we were arguing, something that had started happening more and more over the school year.