The Complete Rockstar Series

I try not to show the shock I feel at finding out Hawke was a patient with Gavin, but Gavin can sense it. “You didn’t find him on your search, did you.” He chuckles. “No one ever does. His real name is Harold and his family was powerful. I’m sure his uncle made his records disappear.”

“Was?” I ask, unsure if Gavin should be telling me Hawke’s story.

He shrugs. “It’s not my place to tell his story. This rock though?” Gavin points at the stone. “Hawke had it with him in the hospital. He gave it to me when I needed it and I’ve carried it ever since.”

“And all this time I thought you had your hand in your pocket to adjust your cock,” I joke.

Gavin’s eyes go wide for a second before he bursts out laughing. “Fuck off.” He shoves me playfully. Then my phone rings again and our moment of levity is over.

* * *

“Son of a bitch!” Gavin shouts, kicking over a poor, defenseless potted plant on the back deck.

“Gavin, this is good news.” Van Zandt just called to let us know that whomever Gavin’s father went to see wasn’t home. “We have a name, baby. That’s unbelievable. After all this time we know who it is.”

Troy Wolski. Even the name sounds like it belongs to a psycho.

Gavin’s body is strung tight, the tendons in his neck standing out under all of that golden skin. Even through his shirt I can see his muscles tense as they flex with each movement.

“To have it confirmed, Mitch… that my father is an unfeeling asshole.” He rubs both hands down his face. “Fuck. Whatever. I’m over his shit.”

I grab one of his belt loops and tug him over. “Let’s go inside and relax for a while why they run this guy’s info. Sound good?” My tongue licks a path up to his ear and I can feel the goose bumps on his skin when I nip at the edge.

“Are you going to make me forget?” He asks, his chest expanding and contracting faster as I trace his ear with my mouth and press my hips against his.

“I’ll wipe your mind clean, baby. Come on.”

Gavin follows me inside without saying another word.

76

Gavin

“Okay… Email me the info… I know you can, just do it!”

I can only hear Mitch’s clipped and short responses on his side of the phone conversation, but it’s easy to figure out that he’s eager and irritated at the same time.

“Right… That’s the one… Thanks, Van Zandt.”

He disconnects the call, a spark of excitement in those grey eyes. I smirk, waiting for Mitch to realize that I’m standing next to him.

“What?” Mitch asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you going to share what has you looking like a kid on Christmas morning?”

Mitch laughs. “They executed the warrant on the apartment your dad visited. Troy Wolski’s apartment. They’re taking his computers to the local FBI office.” He grabs me, nearly tackling me to the ground. I stumble and somehow manage to stay on my feet as Mitch squeezes the heck out of me.

“Jeez! You’re going to break me!” I’m not really mad. Mitch’s enthusiasm is contagious. I can’t help but laugh along with him.

“I have to go,” he says when he finally releases me.

“What? No! Why?” My mind is catapulted from joy to terror in half a second.

“Babe, don’t freak out.” Mitch takes my hands and drops a kiss on my knuckles. For some reason, that pisses me off even more.

I tear my hands from his grasp. “I’m not a fucking chick that needs coddling, Mitch! Tell me what the hell is going on!”

Mitch backs up a step. “Jesus, Gavin.” His face looks like I just slapped him. “I need my computers. I don’t want you going over there. That asshole already broke into my house once. There’s no way I’m having you anywhere near him.”