Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 22: Evasion

Resting my head against the plush leather inside of the limo, I glance to the exhausted male who is laying down across from me with his eyes closed. His arms are crossed over his stomach, the evidence of bags clearly under his eyes. His brown hair slicked back from sweat. I had to give him fucking props because no one else should have to deal with what just happened in one night.

 Since we had stepped out of the limo, we were instantly bombarded with love sick crazy girls. Originally, they had ignored me when I had stepped out in front of Victor but as soon as I stepped in between them, as they quickly advanced they quickly became livid trying to grab onto the male with any chance they could get. 

Thankfully, it was a quick walk to the entrance but as soon as we stepped into the lobby, we were rushed inside by an angry Mrs. Morgan yelling about how late we were, even though we were ten minutes a head of time. Standing on stage, I watched as he had to preform not once but three times. But no, it didn't fucking end there, because of course mama bitch decided to parade him around the entire festivity to all of the grandmas before allowing different fans in to take pictures of him and getting signatures. 

The boy was fucking being used by his mother and there was nothing that he could do. Family is a choice and Mr. Blackbourne and the boys, no matter what there issues were, are the right choice.  

Shifting, I glance out the window and notice that we weren't headed home. Slipping to the front window, I knock quietly to get the driver's attention. "Yes Miss?" A young male sits in front, his eyes are a bright green and he has bright sandy blonde hair that makes me think of Doctor Green. 

"Where are we headed? We should be headed home." I state my eyes scanning the front looking for the GPS. 

"Mrs. Morgan said that there was an after party that was expecting him and that I should head there after the function. Is that not correct Miss?" The male states matter of factly. Doing my best not to swear at the driver, I glance back at the exhausted pianist. 

"I will handle the fall out. Take us home." I state and a small smile appears on the male's face and he quickly turns the limo around. 

Taking my seat, I pull out my phone and quickly start sending off text messages. 

Angel: Mama Bitch decided an after party on top of an outing was a good idea. I am taking Vic home. He is exhausted. 

Gabriel: Fucking shit. I will let Mr. B know.

Angel: I got it. I have an idea anyways. 

Gabriel: You go girl!

Pulling up another page I pause for a moment before hitting the little call button. Putting the phone up to my ear, I wait listening to the phone ring. 

"Miss. Black?" Mr. Blackbourne states a slight confusion in his voice and I pull my feet up onto the seat bracing myself. 

"Mr. Blackbourne, we are headed home now. Should be home in about a half hour, it seems as though Mrs. Morgan had an after party planned without our knowledge. I have directed the driver to take us home." I do my best to keep my voice even as I speak of the bitch but I can feel a little of the anger slipping out. I mean the boy has worked hard enough for one night. 

There is a long pause before I hear a slow breath on the other end of the phone. "Good call Miss. Black. She seems to have over stepped once more. I will see if I can step-" 

"Eh-Sir I have an idea if you wouldn't mind..." I pause having fully interrupted the male but exhaustion is taking over for me as well. "Would you mind having Luke and Gabriel call the limo phone?" 

***

About a half hour later, I was opening the door of the limo and helping Victor out. His soft brown eyes focused on me as the clop of heals could be heard from the front stair case. Nodding for him to continue to the back stairs, I waited in the kitchen as I heard the clip of heals headed toward us. "Victor? Is that you?" 

Her shrill voice carries through the air with such fake concern so easily that I need to bite back my curses. As she steps into the kitchen and lays her eyes on me her eyes go wide and then settle back to a terribly ridged frown. 

"What are you doing home so early? Victor was expected at an after party. You should be out with him and making sure that those boys are avoiding him at all costs!" The volume of her voice slowly rises but I take a small breath to keep myself from punching her botox filled face into the counter tops. 

"We were on the way there when I intercepted a phone call. Apparently Lucian and Gabriel had decided to crash the party and alcohol was being distributed. It seemed to get out of hand and since I knew that if the police were called it would tarnish Victor's name. So instead I forced the driver to take us home." The words spilled out of my mouth like water. It was perfect. Gabriel and Luke had called the limo cell phone and could be traced. The after party had been broken up by the police by an untraceable complaint about volume. 

Take that you fucking bitch.