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"Sky!" Gunner shouts from behind me. Stopping I turn to see what he wants, curious as to why he would speak up at all. The others don't know about our agreement. "Good job."
Two little words. From the outside, the words could mean anything; but to me they mean everything. I know he isn't just saying a good job about the concert. He also means standing up to Freddy and not letting Sebastian get a rise out of me. His acceptance and pride make me stand straighter. I don't answer him either, choosing to turn around and continue to walk away. There isn't anything that needs to be said, we both know it.
"He's right, Sky," Rome adds when we come to a stop outside my dressing room.
"I know," I smile brightly, proud of myself.
Chapter Eighteen
Red.
That’s what color my vision was. I thought I had dealt with my demons. At least where they resolved around Sky. Having her back here with us has been a test of our sanities. Gunner isn’t the same as he once was. Something happened between the two of them and they have been almost amicable. When I tried to press him about it he shut me down immediately saying nothing was going on. I don’t believe him, but it’s not worth the time or effort. Or I didn’t think that it was. After seeing Freddy’s arms wrapped around Sky, I almost intervened.
I thought we had taken care of his little sexual harassment issues last year. That was a huge lawsuit waiting to happen. Thankfully, our crew member didn’t take it out on the band. They knew we had no control over Freddy; that was all the record company. He was supposed to be in therapy or whatever people go to for issues like his. It was that or jail. We didn’t give him another choice. I guess he thought he could get away with it again with Sky
That definitely isn’t going to happen.
The second Sky yelled at Freddy and stormed away, my feet were moving. My mind was so lost, swimming with my thoughts full of anger and what I would do if I had to continue to stand there with the bastard that I walked away. I knew my brothers would handle it how they saw fit. I couldn’t deal with it right now.
Coming to a stop, my feet led me to the last place I thought I’d ever be again. Outside Sky’s dressing room. She had stormed off in this direction, but if one of her bodyguards wasn’t standing outside, there was a good chance she wasn’t inside. Knowing she’d rip me a new one for stepping into her personal space, I opened the door to her room and walked right in. A breath of relief left my lips when I saw no one was inside. I shouldn’t be here, I know that. Sky hated me, hated all of us and I can’t say it wasn’t mutual because it was.
In and out. That’s all I needed to get over whatever these thoughts were. Sky never needed to know I was in here. No one did.
Perusing around the room, I took in what little she had. Normally, Sky traveled with set outfits and multiple guitars. There was almost nothing in the room. Not even the makeup I had grown used to seeing set up all those years ago. Her guitar case lay open and empty on the coffee table and I caught a duffle bag full of clothes sitting on the couch. Nothing else.
As I turned to leave the room, a white piece of paper sitting neatly in the center of her guitar case caught my eye. It’s a weird place to have a piece of paper, especially one folded like a tent. Curiosity getting the better of me, I took several steps forward to see the paper. Nothing was written on the outside but there was a drawing.
The same exact drawing that was on the paper found on Ezra’s body. It was set up to look like a card for Sky to read.
Fuck!
Immediately the hair on the back of my neck stands. If Sky was getting notes like this, who knew what would happen to her? I may not like her but I sure as fuck didn’t want to see her dead like Ezra. No, whoever was after her was going to need to go through me to get to her. The only people who were allowed to make her life miserable were my brothers and I, no one else.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Sky demands from behind me.
“Do you want to explain what the fuck this is?” I turn to her, holding the note in the air between us. “This is the same exact fucking symbol that was on Ezra’s body!”
Sky doesn’t say a word. She just closes her eyes and takes some deep breaths before her eyes slowly open once more. Her green eyes look duller than they just had her with her anger. Her expression is guarded. There’s no emotion showing. “I think you need to leave,” her voice is cold with her words.
“NO!” I snarl, refusing to budge until I get some sort of answer. I feel out of control. Anger, fear, and suspicion, all course through my veins as I stay at her. I have no idea how to handle any of this but I refuse to leave this room until I get some sort of answer from her. “I’m not leaving until you give me answers, Skylar. Did you do this?”
“No,” she answers calmly.
“Then who the fuck did? Do you have more of these?” I spit the words at her like venom. “You never should have fucking come back here. You should have stayed gone, stayed dead to us.” I didn’t mean the words, not completely but it was too late to take them back. Not for a second did I think she killed Ezra, she didn’t have that in her but I couldn’t stop the words spewing from my mouth. I was furious she was standing here in front of me refusing to tell me anything.
“I suggest you leave now, Creed,” her voice is eerily calm as she takes three steps forward. She plucks the note out of my hand and steps around me to slam her guitar case shut. “Now.”
“Fuck no!” I snarl. “I’m not leaving this room until you give me answers. It’s the least you could do for being the cause of this shit. If I had known that you worked for Rockport Security, I never would have agreed to have them be security for the band. Ezra’s death is your fault!” I thought I caught something flash in her eyes but she hid it before I could be sure. “Whatever the fuck this shit is, we want no part of it. So tell me what the fuck is going on and then get the fuck out of all of our lives.”
“Sky,” Valentina chimes in from behind me.
I honestly had forgotten she was even in the room with us. I was too focused on Sky to realize there were other people with us. Thankfully, when I turned around it was just Valentina, and the door was shut. I’m sure if someone was outside the door, they could hear me yelling but that was it.
“Tell him,” she prompts. “He deserves to know. They all do. You can’t keep taking on all the battles alone. You have nothing to atone for. Stop blaming yourself.”
“What the fuck is she talking about?” I demand, my attention now back on my ex-girlfriend.
“You know I can’t,” she answers, looking past me to her bodyguard. “It has to be this way.” She shakes her head. I can see the tears forming in her eyes, but she makes sure none fall.
