Delia the Devil:
I need rent money or they’re going to kick me out
Parker:
Your financial irresponsibility is not our problem, Delia.
Delia the Devil:
I wasn’t messaging you!
Fuck you
Where’s Logan?
Parker:
You wouldn’t let him have peace, so now you get to deal with me. You receive a more than generous stipend. If you can’t keep enough of it aside for your rent, then you might want to look into a financial manager to keep your impulses in check.
Delia The Devil:
Give me more
It’s not enough
I rolled my eyes. I knew exactly how much her rent was, and her stipend covered it about ten times over. If it were up to me exclusively, she wouldn’t see a fucking dime. Logan’s fathers had given up trying to get more out of us after Logan joined the pack, but his mother was a tenacious bitch, determined to drain her son of every dollar she could.
Parker:
This conversation is over.
Delia the Devil:
The fuck it is
Let me talk to Logan
Parker:
Not happening.
Good night, Delia.
I ignored the continued barrage of texts and silenced my phone when she started calling. We’d been forced to route Delia’s calls, so whenever she reached out to Logan, it came to us. She knew if she kept pushing, he’d cave eventually, and I wasn’t letting her get away with exploiting him anymore.
“Where the hell is Hunter?” I asked, glancing around the room.
Avery shrugged. “Probably talking to one of his rock stars.”
I raised a brow. “Well, considering Hard Knot Life is over there, I’m not sure who he’s talking to.”
Hendrix was leaning on a table, talking animatedly to one of his pack mates and a couple of our producers. Hard Knot Life was far from Hunter’s first client under his label, but theywerethe biggest thus far and a huge boost to the label overall.
After a few words, Hendrix pulled out his phone and started showing off a slew of baby pictures that were clear even from a distance. I resisted the urge to snort.
Babies. Tiny and powerful enough to domesticate the most wild and rowdy rock stars. It wasn’t hyperbole to say that Hendrix’s son had saved his life, and the world was a better place for it.
I stepped in the path of one of the air vents, the breeze rustling my hair, and a hint of floral sweetness brushed my nose and set my whole body alight. Holy shit. The most delectable omega was heresomewhere…but where? I searched my surroundings for the source, but wherever it had come from, I couldn’t locate it.
