OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(95)
I decided to throw out a tangent ball while he was in this open, self-congratulatory mood. “What ever happened to Zoe? To Clav’s daughter? ’Cause I know you got that hold, too. Where is she? What did Fielding do with her?”
And here little Joey lost his humor. “I keep my nose out of that shit. That’s not my business; that’s all Fielding. When we have a problem with a girl getting herself a little too deep with the drugs, or when Fielding takes a special interest in one of the girls, it’s best to let him handle it his way. I don’t ask ’cause I’m smart; I don’t want to know. You won’t find answers, anyway. He’s got a labyrinth of ventures in this house of mirrors. You would do best to take my advice and…” He broke out into another crazy nasal chuckle. “Make like that James Bond movie. Live and let die.”
“So she’s dead, then? You tellin’ me Zoe’s dead?”
“I did not say that. You gotta listen, dude. I don’t ask. I don’t know where she is. I don’t know where he takes them. I only know…” His gaze drifted away, and then he shook his head.
“What? Spit it the fuck out! What do you know?”
“Listen, all’s I know is that he likes to fantasize about having a sex slave. He talks about it all the time. Sometimes it sounds like he actually has one; sometimes it’s more like he’s talking hypothetical-like. So there’s that.
“But then, also—and again, I want to stress here that I don’t know—he talks about selling. Selling girls. But it all is like, hypothetical, right? I don’t know anything. And I am smart enough not to want to know. I keep my nose out of that shit. I run Hardcore, I make the movies, and I sell them. I don’t deal with any of that other stuff, and I don’t know anything about it.”
Shit. Well, at least Ronn admitted so much that he completely backed up Pres’s story and situation. Hell, I realized there had been a part of me that hadn’t wanted to believe Pres’s story. It was just too outlandish, too over-the-top. But there was no doubt any longer.
“What do you know, you little shit? You know something. You know he took Zoe. Tell me about that.”
“Look, man. Zoe was trouble. She had some issues. She was fucked-up and she, too, got herself into a situation of debt. It happens. So Zoe, well, Fielding—he liked the look of her, ya know what I mean? Like, he likes the look of your girl, too, that Sienna bitch. She’s got too much attitude, but she’s got a look that sells. Man to man, Parker, I’d be careful in the house of mirrors with that one.” We looked hard at each other for just a split second before he broke the contact and raised his brows in a momentary quirk, as though he had surprised even himself at his candor.
So I knew little Joey was being straight with me on this point. I couldn’t be sure why, but he was flat-out warning me that Fielding had some depraved thoughts about my woman. I needed to get back out there and find her and get her the fuck out of here, stat.
“I think our little talk is about over now, isn’t it? I’ll see you around, man. And, remember who gave you the heads-up. You owe me now—again.” Aha, and his altruism found its limit. It figured that he’d find some way to turn his momentary humanitarianism for profit.
But I let him go, so I could go, too.
We both headed back to the party, which was all kinds of orgy-fest at this point and nothing more. I looked and didn’t see Sienna—not that I’d expect to. I knew she wouldn’t be participating in that shit. Last I knew, she had gone upstairs, right? So I started to head up there, too.
About halfway up, I saw Sienna in nothing but a towel, and a naked woman, both careening to the top of the stairs, both red-faced and pulling breath hard. I stopped climbing and watched as the two of them flew down, while Sienna yelled, “Dom, get me the fuck out of this house, now!”
I didn’t argue. I turned, following them down at nearly the same speed, pulling my suit jacket off to hand to the other woman. I grabbed hold of Sienna’s waist and sped the three of us out the door and into the night.
I don’t think I’d ever been so happy to leave a party in my life.
Chapter Eleven
Sienna
Dom led us to a pickup truck I learned was his. It was a big black 4x4, and it did the trick just fine. The three of us scrambled into the cab, he turned on the ignition, and we were out of there. Not a freaking moment too soon.
We dropped Holiday off at her car in the Hardcore lot and watched her drive away, making sure she got out all right. She had to have been as freaked-out as I was, but she was holding it together okay and claimed to be good to drive herself home. She probably just wanted badly to get away from everyone and everything related to Hardcore. I couldn’t say I blamed her one bit.