Off Limits: A Bad Boy Romance

by Lauren Landish

  “Right,” I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Suddenly, a dark thought struck my mind. “Rita?”

  “Yeah, Alix?”

  “What . . . what if Kade blames me for Derek’s death? I mean, my mother seems to.”

  Rita shook her head and took my hands again. “Never, ever blame yourself for Derek’s death. You need to be one thing more than anything else over the next few weeks.”

  “What?” I asked, looking into her eyes, which I noticed for the first time were a pretty shade of honey brown.

  “You need to be strong. You need to be the rock that Kade, and eventually your mother, can lean on. You’ve been learning how for the past few weeks, right?”

  I nodded. “I guess. But it’s different when I’m being strong for Kade, and being strong in the face of this insanity.”

  Rita nodded. “Which is why you have more than just Kade to help you. Like I said, Kade’s still my friend. I’m going to support him and you both. So don’t worry. What could the world throw at two super sexy subs like us that we can’t handle?”

  I smiled, at least tried to, and squeezed Rita’s fingers back. “But you said it yourself, you’re a switch.”

  Rita shrugged. “Details, details. Come on, let’s get to the airport.”

  CHAPTER 24

  KADE

  I was just finishing a hospital breakfast of ice chips (my surgery meant nothing but IV fluids and feeding for two days) when the door to my room opened and a whole group came through. After fielding questions from the police earlier, they were the first people all day I’d wanted to see. It seems that cops cannot wait until after breakfast to ask their questions.

  “Good morning, Kade,” Rita greeted me, stepping through the door first. She held open the door, waving into the hallway. “I have someone for you.”

  Alix was hesitant to come through, her eyes still downcast. After what the staff had told me of the way her mother had treated her, I understood why, but she never should have worried. I pulled my air mask down and waved. “Alix . . . come here.”

  At my welcoming words she rushed across the room, slowing only enough to not jar me as she gave me a hug. “Kade, oh Kade,” she whispered into my neck as she squeezed me tight. “I’m so sorry.”

  I patted the back of her head and held her, knowing that no matter what, no matter what ‘subs are strong’ line that Rita had fed her to get her moving that morning, Alix needed my strength as much as I needed hers. More than that, she needed my acceptance. “It’s okay,” I whispered, not sure if she could hear me through my air mask. “I love you.”

  The next person to greet me was obscured by the mass of Alix’s blond hair in my eyes, but I could recognize that voice anywhere after working together. “Mornin’ boss. Don’t expect a hug like that from me.”

  Alix laughed and let go, wiping at the corners of her eyes to stand back and give me room to see. Vince was dressed casually in his typical jeans and t-shirt, leaning on the footrest of my bed. Rita had already claimed one of the two chairs, sitting like she was getting ready for a business meeting.

  “Vince, I’m glad you came down so quickly,” I said. My voice was stronger, but I was still having to pull the mask down and speak before taking another breath. “Where’s Monica?”

  Vince shook his head sadly. “Sorry, Kade. When this thing hit the Internet, and you asked us to come down, Monica said no. She gave me a letter to give you. Apologies, I peeked, but it’s a resignation letter. She wrote that she’ll stay in Portland and keep the office going until you get back, but that’s it. Sorry.”

  I shook my head. “No, it’s okay,” I said. Alix and Vince both nodded, and I had to laugh quietly. It seemed I would have two assistants. That would be helpful. “But don’t worry about it for now.”

  Vince nodded. “What do you need, Kade?”

  “What I want is to get the hell out of here, but you can’t do that,” I said. There was pain in my chest from the operation, but so far it wasn’t too bad. Maybe the nurse had me on drugs that were blurring the pain or something. I didn’t think I was too drugged, I seemed to be thinking well enough. “What I do need from you today is muscle and backup.”

  “I can do that,” he said. “For what?”

  “You and Alix, if you can, go back to her house,” I said. “Clean out and pack up clothes for her. She’s not going back there alone. In fact, Alix, I don’t want you leaving this hospital by yourself until the cops find Sydney Hale.”

  “Do you really think he’ll come after me again?” Alix asked, frightened.

  I shrugged. “I didn’t expect him yesterday either. And if he’s fucking crazy enough to try and stab me, then he’s also crazy enough that I don’t want to take the risk. So you’re going to have a bodyguard as long as we stay in the Los Angeles area. I want you safe.”

  Alix’s eyes were full of questions, but she held them in front of Vince. She glanced toward him, and I smirked. “I guess the time for that sort of hiding is over. Vince, I assume you’ve seen the video?”

  It was Vince’s turn to look chagrined as he nodded. “Enough to have more knowledge of your body than I ever wanted to have.”

  I had to laugh at his choice of words and waved it off. “Not a problem. And you’re still here?”

  He nodded his head vigorously. “Of course.”

  “Then it doesn’t matter. Yes, Alix and I are in love. I haven’t seen the video, but we said some stuff that I’m sure tells you the same thing. I’m not going to be embarrassed by it. Instead, I’m going to get the son of a bitch that tried to blackmail her, and who I’m blaming for my father’s death. And I’m not going to hide the way I feel about Alix any longer.”

  “Not a problem with me, Kade. Just spare me the further intimate details.” Vince stood up and rolled his shoulders. He had to have been stiff after the early morning flight, but he was a good man. “Alix, do you want to come now, or spend a few minutes with Kade first?”

  Alix looked at me, and I smiled. “I’m okay,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it. “But if you guys can give me a few minutes with Alix, I’d appreciate it. Rita, do you have your computer with you?”

  Rita shook her head. “I don’t, Kade. I actually don’t even have a laptop right now. Sorry.”

  “Okay, then first thing I want you to do is go down the street and get a laptop. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back. Then come back here, we’ve got work to do.”

  Rita grinned. “I love it when you spring for shopping sprees. Too bad it’s only for the geek side of me.”

  “Don’t rush, it’s not worth sharing,” I retorted, and Rita laughed. She stood up to go, and I held up my hand. “Wait. You have to give Alix and Vince a ride to her house, remember?”

  “Oh yeah,” Rita said. “Vince, hallway time. You can tell me what it’s like working for Kade while we wait.”

  Once the two of them left, I sat all the way up and wrapped my arms around Alix. It hurt my stitches, but I didn’t give a damn. “I missed you last night, Alix.”

  In my arms again, Alix finally let loose with the hurricane of tears and sadness that had been building inside her. I’m sure she had done more, but she had to have been holding back, just trying to stay strong. “Kade . . . your father . . . Mom . . . ”

  “I know,” I said. I had cried too, unable to tear my eyes from the news reports that played the scene from the press conference over and over. Fox News even had put up stills of the video, blurring over the nudity but still leaving enough visible that it was easy to tell what was going on. When the nurse had finally come in at one in the morning and had literally pulled the plug on my television, I had finally been able to go to sleep, aided by a sedative. “But you did nothing wrong.”

  “I seem to keep doing nothing wrong, yet hurting a lot of people in the wake of it.” Alix sniffled. “And now Mom hates me.”

  I held Alix as fresh tears came out, and I reminded myself to try to reach out to Layla, maybe through Dad’s law firm or some
thing. I kissed Alix’s temple and held her close. “She doesn’t hate you, Alix. She was scared and hurt, and yes, angry at both of us. She’d probably have kicked my ass if I hadn’t been stuck up here. But I have a very serious question for you.”

  Alix sniffled and wiped at her nose in a very un-model-like swipe. I chuckled and reached over, grabbing the tissue box from my little bedside table. “Here. They’re softer than sandpaper, but not much.”

  “What do you want to know?” Alix asked as she grabbed half a dozen of the cheap tissues and started cleaning the mess off her arm.

  “Are you still my Princess?” I asked. “Are you still with me?”

  Alix sniffled and looked to the sky, blinking. “This is madness. In three weeks, I’ve destroyed my career, repaired and then hurt my relationship with my mother, and in the eyes of a lot of people killed my own stepfather. Everything is saying karma is getting in the way and saying that I should walk out that door, tossing you a Tudor Rose as I go.”

  “Logic and karma seem to say that, don’t they?”

  Alix nodded, then looked me in the eye. “But you’ve taught me something too. The will is sometimes more important than karma or logic. And my will, my heart, says that I love you. I’m your Princess, if you’ll be my Prince.”

  I nodded and pulled Alix in for another hug, this time mindful of the pain in my stomach. It must have been time for another pain pill or something, whatever they had me on. “Then go with Vince. He’ll keep you safe, and after that, do me a favor if you can.”

  “What?”

  “Find Karla McDonald.”

  After they left, I waited for the doctor to come around. Harrington was a busy man, and it was nearly ten forty-five by the time he stopped by my room. “How are you feeling, Kade?”

  “Considering the past twenty-four hours, physically I guess as good as possible,” I said. “When do you think we can lose this stupid mask?”

  Harrington looked at my chart figures and nodded. “Let’s see if we can get a nurse in here after this to go to just the nasal tubes,” he said. “You’ll be able to at least talk more easily. As the staff says you already had three visitors who all left like you were a General who just sent them on missions, I guess you’re going to need your voice.”

  “Among other things,” I said. “Thank you for the leeway on the rules.”

  Harrington shook his head. “With the money you’re paying, I should probably let you get away with a lot more. Speaking of that, when do you want to be discharged? I understand that you don’t have a house in the Los Angeles area right now.”

  “My father’s house, but I don’t think Layla wants me there right now. Nor would I be willing to take Alix back to her place.”

  Harrington nodded. “Okay then, if your health insurance or your bank account is willing to pay for it, I can reasonably write that you stay here for another two weeks. If not, you’re going to need to drive back to Portland, air travel is a big no-no for you with those stitches in. Your lungs don’t need the stress of the change in air pressure.”

  “When can I fly?” I asked. “And would it be cheaper to just get a hotel room at the Beverly Hilton?”

  “Yes, and in a week, in reverse order” Harrington said. “If you want, and are willing to come back for follow-ups, I can get you out of here as quickly as possible.”

  I thought about it, but before I could answer, Rita came in, carrying a bag from an electronics store. “I know a guy who knows a guy who had it all set up for me to pick up,” she said simply. “Hi, Doc. How’s your patient?”

  Rita’s forward attitude and perky demeanor never failed to stun people the first time they met her, and Dr. Harrington was no exception. He stuttered for a moment before smiling. “Mister Prescott is going to be in good health in no time. I was just telling him that if he wants, we might be able to get him out of here soon, as long as he stays in the LA area.”

  “Great. You can crash at my place,” Rita said, unpacking the bag. When I’d told her to get a laptop, I’d expected something pretty standard-looking. Instead, what she pulled out seemed thick as a brick, wide as hell, and had what looked like racing stripes on the cover. Seeing me and Harrington look at it, she grinned. “Ain’t it great? Dual Intel i7 Quad Core CPUs, sixty-four gigs of DDR4 RAM, and a five twelve gig, SSD hard drive. I’d have gotten a bigger drive, but I have a memory backup at home that’s nearly twelve terabytes. I can download to that without an issue. Only drawback is the damn thing weighs ten pounds.”

  “Does it play Donkey Kong?” Harrington asked. “I don’t know half of what you just said.”

  I shook my head. “You and me both. Rita’s a friend and knows more about computers than I ever will. Just let her go, what she’s saying is she could probably hack the Pentagon with that thing.”

  “Pentagon’s easy,” Rita grinned. “Now hacking the Googleplex, that’s hard.”

  Harrington looked at Rita out of the corner of his eyes, then turned to me. “Is she serious?”

  “Better not to ask,” I said. “Safer that way.”

  Harrington nodded and left, leaving me and Rita alone in the room. She left to snag another table from one of the other patient rooms and came back, setting up her station. “I know the price tag might hit you as exorbitant, but I figured you needed the best to work with. Your eyes said that you want me to do some stuff that I haven’t done in a long time.”

  “You know it,” I replied. A nurse came in and changed out my mask for the nasal tubes, leaving me feeling much better. I wiped my dry lips with an ice cube and wished I could take a drink, and watched Rita finish. “Your data link?”

  “Best I could get on short notice. I’m sure you could catch up on Game of Thrones on it if you wanted, but I’ve got a feeling this will be for another purpose,” Rita said, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little, despite the circumstances.

  “Well, when you’ve got Frankenstein’s monster there up and running, we’ll get to work. I want you to use your skills to find Sydney Hale for me. In the meantime, I’m going to do what I’ve found to be very, very painful.”

  “What’s that?”

  I groaned getting out of bed and steadied myself on the edge of the bed, grabbing the ventilator pole. “Using the toilet. Never knew how much you use your damn diaphragm when you have to go.”

  “Entirely too much information.”

  CHAPTER 25

  ALIX

  M y house was strangely normal when Vince and I entered along with a member of the LAPD. Technically, my house was the scene of a crime, and they didn’t want anything disturbed.

  “The detective says that I can let you take clothes out of your bedroom area, but that’s it,” he said, trying not to stare at me. Considering he’d probably seen the unedited video on any of the dozen or so websites it was posted on, I thought he did a decent job of acting professionally. “I’m also supposed to stay with you in the room the whole time. Mister . . . sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

  “Bowman,” Vince said. “Vince Bowman.”

  “Mister Bowman, I’m supposed to not let you in the house at all. You’re not Miss Nova’s attorney, correct?”

  “I work for Kade Prescott, who is an attorney,” Vince said. “I haven’t passed the bar yet, though.”

  The cop sighed and reached for his radio. “I hate these types of calls.”

  Vince held up his hands in a peacemaking gesture. “I’m not here to be a pain in your ass, officer. Can we make a deal? I’ll stay outside, but by the window of the bedroom. I can look in and talk with Alix. You can keep your bosses happy and follow orders.”

  The cop nodded in relief and dropped his hand. “I can do that. Miss Nova, where’s the bedroom, anyway?”

  “My bedroom is in the back, on the corner,” I said. “I’ll open the window as soon as we go in.”

  The cop and Vince nodded. “You just keep her safe,” Vince said to the cop before walking around the corner in the direction I pointed.

 
; The cop watched Vince go, then turned to me. “You’re a lucky woman, Miss Nova. You seem to have good people in your life.”

  “I hope,” I said. “Anything I should avoid?”

  “Yeah, try not to step in the blood stains on the carpet. I’m sorry, but the crime scene cleaners haven’t been by yet,” the cop replied. “Please, if you could.”

  I took a deep breath and opened the door, trying not to gag at the sight of the blood that had dried in my front hallway. The room was rank with the smell, and I took a deep breath. “Just get the clothes,” I muttered to myself before gingerly walking down the hall, tip-toeing around the blood stains. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the gouge in the wall where I’d buried the head of my baseball bat, a home defense measure that I’d had for a long time and had finally paid off. “Just get the clothes.”

  Thankfully, my bedroom was stain- and odor-free, having been closed up since before Kade and I even went to Portland the first time. There was only the slight embarrassment of having a pair of pajamas and a bra lying on the floor, discards that hadn’t been picked up. “Sorry.”

  “Hey, you should see my place,” the cop replied, standing in the doorway but not entering. “I pray every day none of my coworkers ever come by and see it.”

  I pulled the curtain and opened the window, letting in fresh air and light. Vince was one window over, a concerned look on his face when I stuck my head out. “Here, Vince.”

  “Thanks,” he said. The window was just a bit off the ground, so Vince could only be seen from his chin up, but he sounded much more assured. I was sure his presence was only there to make sure that the cop didn’t harass me. “I’ll just hang out here. By the way, your back yard needs mowed.”

  “I’m sure,” I replied. “Add that to the list of things we need to do with this property. Kade and I never did get around to the real estate office.”