A Second Chance at love The Rocker Girls Series (3 page)

She reached in the van door, pulling
out a bag. He heard voices going by his apartment door, and if she
was with them in an apartment on his floor, he was one lucky son of
a bitch. That’s when he noticed her casted wrist, and how she
didn’t follow her friends up right away. Instead she pulled out a
smoke and lit it, sitting on the bumper of the van. She looked
lost, and the frown on her face just hit him as wrong.

Maybe he should go introduce himself to
her. Make sure she was okay? And that’s exactly what he was going
to do when an old Camaro pulled up next to her… Shit!

***

South was just getting back from a
meeting with Lou, the owner of Tab. He just wanted to let the guys
know that he had a band that was going to play next Friday night
for him, and if things went good this was going to be his
Friday-night band for a while.

To say that he wasn’t a little pissed
would be a lie, but he could see where Lou was coming from. If they
got signed, and he knew they were, that would leave him with no
shows until he could find someone to draw in the crowds. Might as
well find someone now. They had bigger fish to fry
anyway.

When he pulled into his parking spot,
he saw the purple monstrosity back in its parking space, and some
curvy-ass woman sitting on the bumper smoking a cig. She was
smokin’ hot, he was already getting hard just looking at her. Hot
damn, today was going to be his lucky day.

He got out of the car and made his way
over to her. “Hey, so you’re the owner of the purple beast,” he
said, giving her his signature smile. He could tell from the way
her head moved she was checking him out, which had him smirking.
“Yup,” she answered in a deep rich gravelly voice. Hot damn, that
just got him even harder.

He extended his hand to her. “I’m
South. South Parker.”

She eyed him, but shook his hand.
“Addison Reade,” she said. Then he took a good look at her face,
and could see the bruising under her dark sunglasses and the
shitload of makeup she had on.

“
Hey, what happened to your
face?” he asked; then he noticed her shoulders tighten like a
bow.

“
I ran into a door,” she
told him. Damn, he never knew a woman’s voice could be so low and
deep; it was hot! She took one last drag of her smoke and flicked
it out of her way, turning her back on him. Damn, women didn’t turn
their backs on him, they stay and hope he’ll stay and talk to them.
He saw purple marks on her skin coming out underneath her sleeves,
then the cast. “Hey, did the door break your wrist,
too?”

She turned around and smiled the
cockiest damn smile he’d ever witnessed on a woman before. “You
know those damn doors. Always hitting you in the ass on the way
out. I stumbled when it did,” she chuckled, then headed
inside.

He blinked a couple of times after she
blew him off and went in after her. “So what floor you live on?” he
sweet-talked her. She lifted up her sunglasses, pushing them on top
of her head, and looked over at him, and his heart fucking stopped.
Her eyes looked violet, it was fucking amazing.

But then he saw the whole damage
someone had put on her beautiful face. That was definitely a door
with some heavy fist that she ran into. What fucking idiot would
hurt a woman! Let alone damage the perfection in front of him. He
hated guys like this ass that hurt her. The man deserved to get his
ass beaten…severely!

“
Hey, are you sure you’re
okay?” he asked, concerned now. He really noticed the bruises on
her arms that were huge handprints, then glanced back at her wrist.
She grinned at him. “Look, I’m fine, really. And I’m not
interested. So thanks, but no thanks,” she told him, starting up
the stairs.

South followed her up the stairs as Win
was coming down. And he could tell he had freshened up before
meeting them there. “Hey South, what up?” he asked, looking
directly over at Addison.

He growled to himself. He didn’t want
to introduce her to his best friend, but he was going to meet her
anyway. “I was just meeting our new neighbor who’s the owner of the
purple beast,” he said, hoping his tone told Win that he was
interested in this one.

But Win just stood waiting for his
friend to introduce him. “Addison Reade, this is my best friend
Win,” he told her, and not too happily. She chuckled again, and he
could tell that that voice affected Win too,
motherfucker!

“
Win? What does that stand
for?” she laughed. Win just stood there for a moment, taking in her
whole fucking package, and pissing South off. “Winston.” He smiled
his slick smile.

She looked at both of them like they
were crazy, then shook her head. “Well guys, it’s been interesting,
but I should be getting back now. It was nice meeting you.” She
headed up the stairs.

They didn’t budge, but watched her fine
ass make its way up and completely out of their sight. “Dude I so
saw her first!” South proclaimed over to his friend, who was going
back up the stairs now. “Like hell you did, I saw her coming out of
the van with a shitload of other girls. I’m the one who saw her
first,” Win said.

“
Look, did you see all the
bruises on her? Some ass beat the fucking hell out of her. Maybe we
should get to know her friends, you know, to make sure they’re all
okay with what’s going on,” South told Win, who was looking down
the hall wondering which apartment was hers.

They made it to their door, and a cute
little blonde came out three doors down and went to look over the
rail. She turned to go back into her apartment and stopped when she
saw them looking at her.

She frowned and ran, no
shitting, she
ran
from them back into the apartment, slamming the door shut
hard. They looked at each other. The girls lived right next to Andy
and Rex. Those lucky bastards!

***

“
What the hell, Tia!” Lynn
yelled from the couch, which was on the same wall as the door.
Mindy came from her room in her towel and Margie looked up from the
table.

“
There are men outside!
They were looking this way!” Tia said, panicked. Mindy ran back
into her room to throw some clothes on and Margie had the phone in
hand to call the police. But Lynn, well, she went out the door to
see who these asses were.

She opened the door and just like Tia
said, two men were out in the hallway. Her five-foot ten-inch frame
started heading their way. “Is there something I can help you with,
friends?” she asked coldly of the two fools just standing there
watching her.

Little Tia leaned out the door.
“Margie’s going to call the cops if you don’t leave right now!” she
screamed at the men, who were still just standing there looking
stumped.

Lynn crossed her arms as she stood in
front of them. “Look, you’re not going to get a fucking story here,
guys. So why don’t you take your asses back to wherever you crawled
out from under,” she growled.

Addison came out from her room when she
heard Tia’s panicked voice. She threw her scrubs on and saw three
of her friends by the front door, but hotheaded Lynn was missing.
Shit!

She pushed past them to see Lynn about
to accost the new neighbors. “Shit! Lynn!” she screamed at her. But
Lynn just kept looking at them. She ran to her, reaching out and
grabbing her arm. “Hey, what are you doing?” The guys looked to
her, then Lynn.

“
These asses somehow found
us and think they’re going to get a fucking story. I just informed
them they’re not,” Lynn hissed.

Ad started to chuckle, running her hand
over her face and realizing that she had just washed off all her
cover-up, so South and Win were seeing the full effect of what
Jimmy had done. “Lynn, these are our new neighbors, South and Win,”
she said softly, making sure not to look directly at
them.

“
What kind of fucking names
are those? Are we in Alabama and you didn’t tell me?” she said,
looking at Ad then back to the guys. “I’m telling you they’re
from
Rolling Stone
, Ad!” Addison grabbed her arm, pulling her back into their
apartment. “Look, I’m really sorry about this. Lynn can be very
protective of us. Don’t mind her. See you later.”

She finally pushed Lynn through the
door and shut it. “Holy shit! Lynn, they are our neighbors,” she
told all of them. She turned around and locked the door. “Okay
guys, we all need to relax. Nobody knows we’re here. So there’s not
going to be any paparazzi, or magazines coming to ask us any
questions. But now two people are going to be very curious why Lynn
thought that journalists were going to come snooping around, asking
questions about little nobodies like us.”

Lynn dropped to the couch. “Son of a
bitch! Sorry,” she told everyone. Ad went to sit next to her. “It’s
fine, chickie, just relax, okay?” She got up from the couch. “Okay,
so we’re all on tonight. Margie, that leaves you by yourself
tonight. I was thinking maybe you could start painting the front
room,” Ad said, and Margie nodded.

“
All right then, scrubs on
and let’s get the hell out of here. I’m pulling sixteen hours, so
I’ll text you when I’m off.” And they all got ready for their first
shift at the hospital.

***

Rex walked into Win and South’s
apartment. “Knock, knock!” he yelled, just making sure nobody was
busy somewhere for him to walk in on. “Hey, so did you see that the
purple beast just took off with a group of hot fucking babes in
it?”

Win jumped up and looked out the window
to see the back of the van pulling out into the road. “So who do
you think they are?” he questioned South.

South leaned back in his seat, taking a
swig of his beer. “No fucking idea. But that Lynn looked like she
was going to rip our fucking heads off! And she looked like she
might have the strength to do it.”

“
Did you get a look at her
face? Holy shit, some fucker really let loose on her!” Win said,
getting pissed even thinking about it.

“
Okay, I think I missed
something?” Rex said, looking at the two of them.

“
We met your new neighbors.
And one of them was beat up pretty badly. One of the girls came out
and wanted to beat the hell out of
us
. Tell us there’s no story
here.”

Rex’s eyes grew wide. “Do you think she
killed the guy who beat her up?”

They looked at each other. “Shit, that
could be it,” South whispered, thinking.

“
Well, I say we go and find
out who our cute little neighbors are and take it from there,” Rex
told them. He walked out the door and down to the new neighbors’
place.

While Rex went to knock on the door,
Win and South watched him to see how Rex handled the situation.
“Hey, I thought you said they just left,” South called
out.

“
I saw one go back inside,”
he told them, and knocked. They waited, but nobody answered. So he
knocked again. Then once more, a little harder.

A strawberry blonde answered the door.
“What?” she said, rudely crossing her arms over her chest. Rex
stood still with his foot in his mouth at the sight of
her.

“
Look, why don’t you and
your little friends just leave us alone? I’m sure you guys can get
a piece of tail anywhere, so don’t come sniffing around here
anymore!” her soft voice said coldly, then she slammed the door in
his face.

He walked back to them. “Okay, that
didn’t quite turn out the way I wanted it to,” he said, scratching
his head.

“
Yeah, we could’ve just
stood there like a dumb-ass too. Shit, come on, I’m sure we’ll meet
them sooner or later,” Win said, closing the door.

It had been about three weeks since
they really saw any of the girls. The strawberry blonde worked
during the day, and the only reason they knew that was because she
left when they did. Now all four of them were waiting to see what
these women were up to.

South only saw Addison coming home late
at night or early in the morning. She was wearing hospital scrubs,
and he wondered what her job was. His mind went straight to “nurse”
and all the kinky shit he could do with that.

Win on the other hand made a concerted
effort to see what they were up to and make sure they weren’t in
some kind of trouble. That’s when he stumbled on Addison and the
three other girls working at the hospital.

He found out most of their names. Mindy
was an LVN working in the emergency room. Lynn was an RN, and
worked in the intensive care unit, and that little blonde worked
behind the desk, registering people into the emergency room. The
one person he never really saw was Addison, but he figured she was
a nurse as well.

He was downtown getting lunch a couple
of days after that and saw the purple beast parked. He looked
around some of the shops to see who was down there.

In a beauty shop he found the
strawberry blonde at a booth, cutting some woman’s hair. He
casually strolled in and smiled at the little receptionist. He
struck gold; as luck would have it she was a fan of
Inferno.

He talked his sweet talk, asking who
the new girl was, and when the receptionist pouted he gave her his
smile and told her it was for a friend. Then she asked if she could
see him at the club, he told her what she wanted to hear, and then
she told him the girl’s name was Margie.