Needing Arella (Rockers' Legacy Book 6)

“I actually have some IP information if you want to turn it over to the cops,” Mieke told me as the sound of her typing finally stopped. “I’m not some superspy, I can’t trace this guy completely, but this might lead that detective you were telling me about in the right direction.”

“Email it to me, along with your bill, and I’ll pass the information to Kirtner,” I told her.

“No charge, Moreitti. Family doesn’t have to be blood. If you think about it, we’re like cousins or some shit. My mom is Gabriella’s manager, and my dad is Liam’s bandbrother. So yeah, family.” I heard her typing again, but this time, it wasn’t nearly as rapid. “Email sent. Just forward it to that Kirtner guy, and tell him to contact me if he needs anything else.”

“Thank you,” I told her again, my muscles starting to relax somewhat for the first time since the detective had called earlier. Now I just had to tell Arella about what had happened.

Fuck.

“You want to thank me, keep Arella safe. This spineless motherfucker obviously wants to hurt her any way he possibly can.”

“I swear, I’ll protect her with my life.”

Twenty-Three

Arella

Taylor was beyond efficient in finding Jordan exactly what he wanted in the person to be my personal assistant. Elliot was fabulous in every aspect. From the way he accessorized to ordering my coffee perfectly and everything in between.

“Girl, those shoes do not go with that outfit,” he didn’t hesitate to inform me as I walked out of the bedroom the first day Taylor brought him to the apartment. “Go change them, or I refuse to be seen with you.”

From that moment on, he became my second best friend, and I didn’t know what I would do without him. With his eye for detail, his fashion sense, and his mad makeup skills, I thought I might have even fallen a little in love with him. He took care of everything so smoothly that I honestly didn’t know how I’d survived without him. While he handled all the work-related details of my life that I didn’t have to worry about personally, it left me so much more time in my day-to-day that I actually got more

than a hot minute to myself.

And with Jordan almost always around, I was enjoying my personal time even more.

“You have a hair appointment and then a doctor’s appointment,” Elliot reminded me as we stepped outside the apartment building on one of the rare mornings Jordan had a work meeting. “Both before lunch. And then you promised that adorable sister of yours that you would have lunch with her and the feisty redhead with the delish, beast-like husband.”

I lifted my coffee to my lips to keep from laughing at the way Elliot fanned himself every time he spoke about Barrick. Apparently, the overly muscular and hairy type was Elliot’s favorite flavor of man-candy. He’d only met Mia and her husband once so far, along with Nevaeh and Braxton, and that had been the week before, but Elliot had been all about Barrick ever since.

It had been three weeks since Elliot had started working for me, and I already wanted to give him a raise. Not only did he take care of my work schedule, but my personal one as well. I’d even arrived on time more often than not, and for that alone, I thought he deserved a bonus at the least.

Thankfully, during that time, there hadn’t been any other issues with the stalker. Which was a huge relief after the near miss with the video Mieke was able to keep from going viral. But with that near miss, I’d also given in and let Jordan get me a personal bodyguard.

I didn’t like the guy constantly following me around, but he gave Jordan peace of mind when he couldn’t be with me, and I had to admit, Samuel did tend to keep the paps back when they tried to get too close. Elliot wasn’t too impressed with him, though, and tended to ignore him.

Samuel was the complete opposite of Elliot. Where my personal assistant was slender and beautiful, my bodyguard was barrel-shaped, and his face looked like it was forever frozen in a half snarl that was nothing less than terrifying if you happened to be on the other end of his chilly gaze. He made me feel safe, and that was all that mattered.

“You didn’t mention to Jordan or Taylor that I have a doctor’s appointment, did you?” I asked as we reached the SUV Jordan had chosen to me. It was built to withstand bullets and chemical warfare—which was ridiculous, but it had made my man grunt his approval when he bought the damn thing. But I knew Jordan was only trying to protect me, so I hadn’t put up a fight when he demanded I use the SUV instead of my beloved little car.

Samuel opened the back door for me, and I climbed in. The big man waited until Elliot was in beside me before closing the door and moving around the back of the vehicle to get behind the wheel.

“Girl, you know I don’t tell those two shit about fuck if you ask me not to.”

“I adore you.” Blowing him a kiss, I placed my coffee in the cupholder in front of me.

I’d been having Elliot order me decaf lately, and he’d only grumbled, “You’re going to turn into a cranky bitch, but whatevs.”

So far, he’d been right. I was cranky without my caffeine, but it looked like I was going to have to go without it for a while.

“How could you possibly not?” he gushed, and like always when he was close by, I couldn’t fight my smile.

My hair appointment took all of twenty minutes since all I needed was a simple trim. The stop for the doctor’s was longer—and definitely more invasive. I’d missed my period, but I hadn’t even realized it until the week before. My doctor hadn’t had an opening until this week, and I’d been waiting for this appointment before I told Jordan.

I’d made the appointment myself, then told Elliot it was a regular checkup when I had him add it to my calendar. I might adore him, but there was no way I was going to tell anyone but Jordan first.

While I was in the doctor’s office, Elliot and Samuel stayed in the vehicle. Over an hour later, I walked out with my purse full of expectant mommy items that I couldn’t wait to show Jordan later. But the appointment had taken longer than expected, and I was late for my lunch date with Nevaeh and Mia.