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“Sorry,” I smile sheepishly, wiggling to get free from his hold. My cheeks are red, and I know it. I’m not ashamed of kissing him in public. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I would have let him strip me and fuck me right here, consequences and audience be damned.
“Never apologize for kissing me, Princess. I love the way you taste,” he nips my lower lip before placing a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Later, I promise I’ll give you everything you want,” he whispers so low that I know I’m the only one who heard his promise. With his words, he lowers me to the ground. His hands stay around my waist as he turns to look at who interrupted us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see our guest. Of course, it would be Freddy. I swear that man is always wherever I am, despite my attempts to avoid the slimy asshole. The guys know how much I hate him. They always try to make sure to keep themselves between me and him whenever possible.
“Freddy,” Bas grunts, turning us so I’m behind him. “Last I checked you were supposed to be making sure everything was ready for our set. So, it begs the question of what you are doing here?” His voice is lethal as he addresses our band manager. I’m almost positive he is giving him a death glare while talking as well.
Freddy clears his throat, reaching up to adjust the neckline of his t-shirt. “Everything is set. I heard the others mentioning that Sky wasn’t ready yet. I came to see what was taking so long and make sure she’s okay.”
“Mmhmm, sure,” Sebastian nods like he completely understands. “Funny, last I checked the guys were still in the dressing room waiting for Sky and me to come get them. We wanted to make our entrance before the break together as one unit.”
He doesn’t wait for Freddy to answer him with another lie. Grabbing my hand, my man pulls me along behind him, in the opposite direction of the stage. Straight to the dressing room down the hall that the guys had claimed for themselves. His steps are so big with his anger, that it feels like I’m having to jog to keep up with him. He doesn’t stop until he shoves the door open, pulling me inside past his body and slamming the door shut behind us.
“Jesus, Bas,” Creed calls out, his brows scrunching as he looks between both of us. My confused expression and Sebastian’s anger. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“Freddy,” he growls, turning to slam his fist against a small flower vase sitting on the table next to the door.
“Woah! Dude!” Gunner rushes over, grabbing his hand to check his knuckles. “Could you maybe not try to damage your hands until after the concert?” When he’s sure everything is fine and there’s no glass in his knuckles he drops his hand, turning his attention to me. Gunner walks over, pulls me into his side, and places a soft kiss against the top of my head. “Care to explain, Demon Queen?”
“Freddy showed up outside my door and gave us some bullshit lies as to why he was there saying you guys were worried about me not being ready yet.” I shrug trying to act like it’s not that big of a deal. I know the guys have seen how slimy Freddy has been. I made them promise before to just let it go; it’s not worth creating an issue with the label. After we got our second album out, then I thought about talking to them about what’s been going on and that I’m uncomfortable, but for now it’s not worth it.
“That asshole,” Creed growls, jumping to his feet and beginning to pace the length of the room. “We seriously have got to fucking do something about him. I’m sick of his shit.”
“It’s fine,” I mumble, my words falling on deaf ears. Each of my guys is fuming right now. I get it, I do. It’s just not our biggest issue at the moment. “Let’s just forget it for now. This is our last show on this leg of the tour. Let’s go out there and rock some ass. Then we get a couple of weeks off to enjoy ourselves back home and finish up our second album. Please,” I add when I see they aren’t settling.
“Sky,” Gunner sighs, his arm tightening around my shoulder. “We just want you safe and comfortable.”
“And I am, Gun!” I pull out of his hold so I can look at all three of them together. “You three make me feel safe and loved. I want to enjoy our night. We did this. We got ourselves here and this is our dream. Don’t let some slimy creep take that from us.” My voice stays even through my whole little speech as I glare at each of them.
"Don’t even give me that look, Creed!” I growl when he takes a step toward me, his eyes are soft and he looks insanely concerned like I’ll break if he looks at me wrong. I love them, I do, but they need to let me stand up for myself every once in a while. I can’t let them defend me my whole life.
“Fine,” Creed raises his hands in surrender. “We’ll do this your way. We will go out there and play our hearts out. Freddy and can be dealt with at a later date.”
“Thank you,” I practically whisper, nodding my head softly. Gunner turns and slams his fist into the wall behind him, and Sebastian looks close to doing the same. I catch his eyes and he just shakes his head and sighs.
“I don’t like this one fucking bit, just want you to know, Princess,” he answers, his voice dripping with his hatred.
“I know, I love you anyway,” I smile. “Now let’s go give our fans the rock show they came here to see.” I bounce on the balls of my feet, letting the drama brush off my skin. It’s a later problem. Right now I’m ready to get my hands on my sleek black Gibson guitar and get out there to rock some asses.
Sebastian opens the door to the dressing room once again and each of us files out. Creed grasps my hand and keeps me against his side. All of them are feeling a little possessive right now. I can feel Gunner brushing his hand along my lower back guiding me forward as well. I’m almost positive that if given the option they would have me wear a ‘Property of Creed, Gunner, & Sebastian’ shirt, just so everyone knows I’m claimed by them.
Typical possessive men.
Our little group quickly makes our way through the winding halls until we reach the back of the stage. The closer we get the louder the roars of the crowd become. Waiting for us beside the stage entrance is Freddy, the slimy bastard. The dude seriously can’t take a hint.
“Kick ass out there!” he shouts over the crowd.
All of us ignore him. Creed and I grab our guitars, Gunner picks his base up out of the box, and Sebastian reaches for the drumsticks he always keeps in his back pocket. Each of them places a soft kiss against my lips before we step forward on the small bridge to walk out on the stage. The lights all around us shut off, plunging the stage into darkness. In his signature move, Creed gives me a wicked smile I can barely make out through the small lights around us before he brings his hand down on the guitar strings strumming the opening chords to Reckless Desire.
Reckless Desire was set later in our playlist, but I know why he did it. My men wanted me to know how much they all love me and what they would do for me. Reckless Desire is a song they wrote for me shortly after we all got together.
Following his lead the rest of us step out on the stage, the lights rising as we enter and continue playing. The roar of the crowd is so loud I can barely hear the music playing through my earpieces. I already know the rest of the night all of us will be taking our cues from Creed since he decided to go rogue with the setlist.
“HELLO, WESTHILL!” Creed shouts into his microphone. “I hope you’re all ready to rock it out with us!"
The crowd goes crazy screaming as we start the song completely. Letting myself get lost in the music and the energy of the arena, I let all the worries from earlier disappear and just let myself enjoy the moment. Doing exactly what I love with the men I love, and getting to entertain thousands of people.
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