Chapter Eleven
Ransom
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AFTER LEAVING THE salon I followed my security guys down the alley and back to the Mercedes.
“Where to now?” asked Bowzer, who was driving.
I rubbed a hand across my face. “I need a drink. Let’s hit Bastion’s.”
Bastion’s was a very exclusive bar in West Hollywood, one that I frequented with my band during our downtime. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Vance to see if he’d meet me there.
“What about Sonia?” asked Jimmy, turning back to look at me. “Aren’t you supposed to meet her for dinner tonight?”
I groaned. “That’s right. f**k. I’ll just turn off my phone. I’ll tell her the battery died, and that I forgot all about dinner. I really can’t deal with her s**t right now.”
“She’s going to be pissed,” chuckled Bowzer, shaking his head. “I
