Harley (West Coast Rock Star #1)(63)

 

Cade sat up and helped Jax to do the same. They leaned against the headboard, his head on her shoulder. Cade threaded her fingers through his. "I understand why you did, although I'd have to say that it was really dumb of you to go without Zee. And it was stupid of him to let you go alone. He won't be making that mistake again."

 

"Neither will I."

 

"So what's going to happen to Fiona?"

 

"My lawyers said that they'd stick to the self-defence claim. It might take a while before any kind of trial starts, depending on what happens to Antonio. Get this … apparently, LA police have been trying to connect him to a shootout at a club a few months ago, but they have no solid proof. Guillaume, one of my attorneys, said that the gun Fiona used might be the evidence they needed, if they could match the bullets and if they could prove it was Antonio's," Jax explained.

 

 

 

        

          

        

         

 

Cade tensed at this development. "What if they can't? Will they try and pin it on Fiona?"

 

"No," Jax replied right away. "Fiona was out of the country when the shooting happened. I don't doubt that her lawyers will be able to prove it. No one wants this to get out in the press. Fiona's lawyers made a deal with the cops to keep our names from going public in relation to the shooting and what happened yesterday."

 

Cade shifted on the bed. "What do we do now?"

 

This was why Jax needed her most. "There isn't much we can do. I'll still do the concert and finish the tour. And before you say anything, I've checked with the doctors. They said I should be fine to keep going. But … I don't know what to say to Harley. She'll know about this and it will hurt her. I need your help, Cade."

 

Cade leaned over and skimmed her hand over Jax's right jaw. "Of course. Let's have breakfast then we'll talk to her about it." She pressed her soft lips tenderly and carefully on his.

 

"I love you, Cade," he whispered into her kiss.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

 

 

 

 

 

"Are you in a lot of pain?" Harley asked, scrunching her forehead. She lifted a hand to touch the side of her father's face but retracted it.

 

Jax tried for a smile and it came out lop-sided. The joke "you should see the other guy" played in his head, but he couldn't say that to his daughter. He and Cade had agreed they were only going to tell Harley that he'd gotten into a scuffle. It wouldn't be wise to admit that Fiona was involved in it as well, and the extent of her involvement.

 

"The doctor prescribed me meds for the pain. It looks worse than it feels," Jax said. He worked a hand over his jaw and winced when he touched a tender area. Harley jumped on her seat. "Oh sorry, Har. I didn't mean to scare you."

 

Cade reached out for Harley's hand. "It will be okay, Har. Your father will rest for most of the day. He still has the concert tonight."

 

Harley's eyes widened into huge saucers. She shot Cade a shocked look then back to her father. "You're going to do the concert? Are you insane?"

 

Any other day, he'd think Harley was incapable of calling her own father insane, but today it was almost justifiable. Cade had reacted the same way. "I have to, sweetheart. The doctors checked my larynx and didn't find any damage or bruising." In his mind, he knew how lucky he'd been. If the man he'd fought with had gone for his throat, his career would have been over. He silently thanked whoever was responsible for the little miracles of life.  

 

Before Harley could formulate a response, a shrill "Oh my god!" interrupted their conversation. The three of them looked back to see Tina standing by the door with a hand covering her mouth. She walked over to take a closer look.

 

Jax brushed his hair back and sighed hard before addressing his assistant, "Hey, Tin. I'm okay. I'm still on tonight."

 

Tina braced her hands on her hips. "I don't care about tonight. Your fans won't be able to see much in the dark."

 

Cade didn't like the tone of her voice. She straightened beside Jax, which Tina noticed. Before she could get in trouble with her boss' girlfriend, she changed her tone and her stance, flinging her hair over her shoulder and brushing invisible lint off her suit jacket lapels.

 

"You obviously forgot about your shoot with Rolling Stone tomorrow," Tina said. "It's for a cover, Jax. We've been … you've been waiting for that opportunity for years. And now, look at you." Tina waved a hand at him.