Free Fractured Beat (Meltdown Book 1) by RB Hilliard

having sex. The girl moaned loudly as the guy pumped away like a jackrabbit. Poor girl . I quickly backed out of the room and proceeded to the next door down. This time I definitely heard voices. Not wanting to walk in on another couple going at it like bunnies I raised my hand to knock. When I heard shouts coming from inside, I quickly lowered it. It sounded like people fighting. Not wanting to get involved I turned to walk away. Someone shouted again and I recognized Grant’s voice. Stepping back up to the door I gently pressed my hands against it. It opened far enough for me to hear the conversation without being seen. I quickly realized they were talking about me.
    “Fire the specialist. No one would ever know she was here.”
    “I can’t.” The other person said. It sounded like Blane but I wasn’t sure.
    “Why the hell not?” Grant asked.
    “Because it isn’t up to me.”
    “What do you mean it’s not up to you? It’s your fucking label!”
    I thought it was Blane.
    “No it’s not!” Blane shouted.
    I gasped and slapped my hand over my mouth to keep them from busting me eavesdropping. What does he mean it’s not his label?
    “You have approximately three seconds to explain.” Grant sounded seriously angry.
    “Six months ago I got in over my head and lost the label.”
    “You lost the label.” Grant repeated. A second passed and I thought he said something about gambling. The next sentence I heard loud and clear. “Please tell me you didn’t bet the label, the future of my band, at a poker table, Blane? Please tell me I’m wrong.”
    “Not exactly. I owed a lot of money and asked Dad to bail me out.”
    “Please tell me you didn’t?” Grant pleaded and I felt sorry for him.
    “As collateral, Dad took the label,” I barely heard Blane say.
    “For how long?” Grant asked. I waited to hear the answer but it didn’t come.
    How long? Don’t go quiet now! I wanted to scream.
    Grant shouted, “Fuck!” and I nearly jumped out of my skin when something slammed against the wall.
    Thank goodness I stepped back into the hall when I did because seconds later the couple from next door appeared.
    “Hey there, what are you doing all the way down here?” a familiar voice asked. Thankfully Nash was too busy straightening himself back up to notice my surprised expression. The girl standing next to him looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet.
    “Hi Nash, I didn’t see you standing there.” The image of him thrusting like a bunny popped into my head and I choked back a laugh. “I’m trying to find Hank. Marcel said he was in dressing room two but the rooms aren’t labeled.”
    “You’re standing in front of two,” he pointed to the room Grant and Blane were currently in, but if you’re looking for Hank, he was at the back door.”
    “And that’s where exactly?” I asked.
    “Down the hall on your right, you can’t miss him,” he answered. I thanked him and promptly took off down the hall. As I rounded the corner I glanced back and saw Grant and Blane standing in the hall talking to Nash and the girl. So Blane no longer owns Happenstance. I wasn’t sure exactly what this meant but I knew I didn’t like it. Blane Hamilton was a liar. If he lied about this, what else was he lying about? I kept walking until I spotted Hank. He was deep in conversation with Marcel.
    Marcel held up a set of car keys and smiled when he saw me. “I was just about to find you,” he said.
    I smiled. “To take me back to the hotel, I hope?” I was now both mentally and physically exhausted, not to mention confused. Nothing was as it initially seemed and I had no idea what to make of it. I said goodbye to Hank and followed Marcel out to the Suburban. We were halfway back to the hotel when I remembered my purse.
    “Oh no, I forgot my purse!”
    “You want me to turn around?” Marcel had just started to warm up to me. I hated to make him go all the way back. “Or I can always call in and have Hank