Sawyer smiled gratefully at the men for making sure Vida was safe.
“How did you get away from Rick?” Vida asked.
“Kaden rented me then wouldn’t give me back,” Sawyer answered, going on to tell her about her second kidnapping and how King had rescued her.
“He must have sent Ashley to warn me. She’s the reason I knew how to find you.”
“Why didn’t he just call and tell you himself?”
“No one has heard from him since the night the FBI raided the recording studio. He might have been afraid the police would arrest him.”
Sawyer shook her head. “King is too smart for the police to catch.” She ignored the frosty gazes of the FBI agents. “I think he’s gone after Digger.”
Vida nodded her head in agreement. “I agree. I hope he finds him. Digger is evil and deserves everything that King does to him. He killed a FBI agent that was a friend of mine.”
Sawyer didn’t tell her that wasn’t the worst of the sins that hell was waiting to make Digger pay for. She prayed every night for the women that Digger had kidnapped.
“Sawyer, do you know why Digger wants us?”
“He’s trying to find a connection between King and us.”
“But there isn’t one,” Vida protested then, seeing the look in Sawyer’s eyes, she asked, “Is there?”
“No, Vida, there’s no connection between King and us,” then she added softly, “but there was between him and Callie.”
“No, Sawyer, there wasn’t.” Vida stood up, jerking her hand away from her friend.
“King was Callie’s father,” Sawyer told her.
“No!” Vida started crying and Sawyer joined her. Discussing Callie was bringing back all the heartache they had never been able to leave behind.
“How could he just stand back and not do anything?” Vida cried.
“I don’t know, Vida. I really don’t. I know she was born during the time of his sister’s death. Maybe he thought he was protecting her. Instead, he left her in the hands of pure evil. Brenda makes Digger look like a choirboy. I told Digger about Callie, that she was a friend of ours, but I didn’t tell him that King was her father. I told him there wasn’t a connection that I knew about. I don’t think he believed me, though. His hatred of King has gone too far. He can’t back down now without taking King down, and he thinks King would try to save us.”
Vida and Sawyer both sat quietly, thinking.
“He would, wouldn’t he, Sawyer? He’d sacrifice himself for us.”
“Yes. He believes he owes us for saving Callie that day. King always pays his debts,” Sawyer answered.
“This is such a mess. What are we going to do now? King and Digger are both missing.” Vida and Sawyer stared at each other, unsure of what their next step should be. They’d always had a plan of action since they were kids.
“I can answer that question.” Kaden stepped forward, walking to the couch and sitting down beside Sawyer. “We have the hotel secure; you two can stay here until the band has to be at their next concert. Then, you two need to be moved to a safe house.”
Sawyer started to protest then remembered her promise about taking her safety more seriously. “Where?”
“I have a remote cabin that you both could stay in with Alec’s security guards. As soon as the tour is over, I can join you and we can decide where to go next.”
Vida and Sawyer both looked at each other as Colton walked over, sitting down next to Vida. “It’s a good idea, Vida. If you go back to Queen City, Digger won’t stop. If he’s finally made a move toward King, he won’t back down until one of them is dead. Digger’s operation is exposed; he has nothing to lose.”
Sawyer saw Vida’s nod of agreement. “Then I guess we’re all going to Kaden’s cabin.”
Looking at Kaden and the band, then at the rough appearance of the Predators, Sawyer thought the next few days were going to be interesting.
Chapter Twenty-three
“Where are you, Kaden? They’re holding the plane for you.” Grace’s voice sounded worried.
“I’m stuck in a meeting. R.J. is going to get me another plane tomorrow. You guys go ahead.” Tatiana motioned to him from where he was standing with R.J. and Briana. R.J. had convinced him to stay overnight and meet his family tomorrow due to the Christmas party he had thrown the band.
“Kaden, you are going to show, aren’t you? We miss you. Please, Kaden, it’s Christmas.”
“I said, I’ll be there in the morning.” His voice sounded sharp, but he made no effort to soften his tone. “Put Mom on and I’ll tell her myself.”
“Kaden—”
“Grace,” he mocked, “put Mom on.” The rustling of the phone could be heard then his mother’s voice came over the line.
“I’m stuck in a meeting. The plane is going to take you guys then come back for me.”
Silence was his only answer.
“Mom, I’ll be there in the morning before the kids open their presents.” Kaden lifted his glass of whiskey for another drink.
“Okay, Kaden. We’ll see you in the morning. I love you.” Resignation sounded in her voice.
“I’ll be there, Mom. I won’t let you down.” Kaden knew he was lying, planning on calling in the morning with another excuse.
“I know you won’t. I’ll see you in the morning.” The line disconnected with a final click.
Kaden sat up in the bed, sweat drenching his flesh as he ran his hand through his damp hair.
“Kaden, are you all right?” Sawyer’s sleepy voice sounded from the side of the bed. When they had gone to bed, she had been in his arms, but she always managed to slip away from him during the night. She couldn’t sleep pinned down by his weight.
“I’m fine; just a bad dream.”
The covers rustled as she rolled over closer to him, curling against his side.
“Quit fighting them, Kaden.” Her hand reached out, stroking his chest as she pressed him back to the bed.
“Fighting what?”
“The memories.”
His arm came up to lay across his eyes, trying to shut out her words.
“You don’t understand, Sawyer.”
“I understand what it’s like to lose someone you love. The pain is so bad that you don’t let yourself think about it during the day. The only time their memories can get through is when you’re sleeping. It’s a wonderful gift.”
“It’s not a gift. It’s a punishment.”
“Kaden, it’s not a punishment.”
“Yes, Sawyer, it is.” His arm fell back to his side. “I’m responsible for killing my entire family.”
“No, Kaden,” Sawyer protested.
“I did. I was supposed to meet them at the airport before the plane took off. R.J. had a Christmas party, though. Tatiana and I had been partying pretty heavily and I let R.J. convince me to let them go ahead. I told them that I would be there when they woke up, but I had no intention of going. I was planning to blow them off again.”
“It wasn’t the first time?”
“No, R.J. discovered me when I was just fourteen. By the time I was eighteen, he had put the band together and we were becoming well known. My mom, at first, tried to keep control, but R.J. overwhelmed her. Then, when I turned eighteen, there wasn’t anything she could do. I sold my soul to R.J. for fame.”
“No, you didn’t, Kaden. You were just young and misguided.”
“Because of me, my mother, sister, her two kids and her husband died. My sister was pregnant.”
“That’s why you had the vasectomy. To punish yourself.”
“I don’t deserve to have children. It’s because of me that three children lost their lives.”
“They wouldn’t want you to blame yourself, Kaden, and they would have been glad you weren’t on the plane.” Sawyer knew that there was nothing she could say that would convince him he wasn’t responsible.
“When Vida, Callie and I were kids, we thought we were sisters. We would cry at the end of
the day when Goldie and Brenda showed up to take them home. My mom was raised in a wealthy neighborhood. I was three when my dad died and we moved into a big apartment building. I didn’t realize it was for low income, nor did I understand the desperation that filled the people’s lives that lived there. I just knew I had Vida and Callie.
“Everyone in that apartment building knew that Callie was being abused. Hell, everyone in the neighborhood knew it. But every single damn one of them minded their own business; too afraid of Brenda, or the state. There were several families that had undocumented immigrants living with them or women with boyfriends who weren’t supposed to be there. They all watched out for themselves. No one watched out for Callie.” Sawyer’s eyes stared into his, seeing the pain of losing someone reflected back at her.
“I should have told someone at school. I should have taken her someplace and hidden her. I should have done something.” Her voice broke. “Her mother’s boyfriend found Brenda in bed with another man. He killed both of them before setting her apartment on fire, then killed himself. They found Callie dead in an apartment next door. She must have run away before he set the fire. Every single day I think of something I should have done to save her.