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“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I concur, already hating the situation we're stuck in. For the most part, the label has let us make our own decisions when it comes to our music, even from the start. The fact that they are pushing this doesn’t bode well at all.
Before we can talk anymore amongst ourselves, Alexandra enters the room once again. Behind her, a tall young guy, who looks barely old enough to drink, follows behind. His black t-shirt is tight on his chest where a small emblem advertising Rockport Security is placed. Behind him is a smaller figure, hidden so I can’t get a good look at them. Following whoever they are is a female standing at about five foot nine with her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing a Rockport Security t-shirt as well that gives us all an excellent look at her chest. She has a slim waist and long legs, exactly the type of female I like to get lost in. I wouldn’t mind convincing her to join me in bed for a night of sex a time or two. It’d be a good way to pass the time.
“I thought you said this new person came with their own security? Why are there two Rockport Security guards here? And where is this person?” Creed questions, his eyes staring at the female guard as well.
“Yes, well, you see, here’s the thing. The new guitarist is an employee of Rockport Security,” Alexandra explains with a blush. “These two will be her personal guards while she is with the band. They have their own mission while investigating Ezra’s death.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Gunner laughs a deep, full-belly laugh. “A security guard is supposed to be our lead guitarist? Nice joke, Alexandra,” he keeps laughing. “For real; where’s this new person?”
“I’m not joking, Gunner,” she chides, rolling her eyes.
Keeping silent, I remember that another person entered with them, but they hadn’t shown themselves yet, still hiding behind the first guard. My curiosity is piqued, wanting to know who they are and why they are hiding.
Are they afraid of us? Alexandra said it would be someone we knew.
Running through a list of names and faces in my mind, not a single person stands out as working for Rockport Security and playing guitar. I have no idea who they would be.
“How about some introductions?” our assistant asks instead. Each of us remains silent, wanting to know exactly what's going on. This cloak-and-dagger game is going to come to an end quickly. The sooner we get the introductions, the sooner we get our answers on who was sent to join us. Alexandra motions to the female I had been checking out to begin first.
“Hello,” she gives us a people-pleasing smile. “I’m Valentina. I’ve been working for Rockport Security for the past year. Before that, I did seven years in the Marines, most of which was spent in areas I can’t talk about. I have a black belt in Taekwondo and know how to kill a person in twenty different ways without blinking an eye. I also have investigative experience, which will help considering the circumstances.”
Even her voice is magnetic,I think, watching her take a step back after her introduction.She’s impressive. She would be a good distraction to get lost in if given the chance, and I have every intention of trying the first chance I get.
The fact that she could kill me in twenty different ways just helps to get my dick hard. Something about a woman who can handle her own just calls me now. I like that in women. That means she can handle the rough sex I like. Most women shy away when they find out I like it hard and rough. I don’t think Valentina would. I’m pretty positive she’d let me tie her up and spank her.
“And I’m Rome,” the male says, stepping forward, breaking my thoughts from his partner. “I did four years in the Air Force and just got out. Rockport took me on and gave me a home when I needed one. My resume isn’t quite as good as Valentina’s–” he laughs, “–but it was good enough to get me this job, and I’ve made sure to prove that every day since I was hired. All of you will be safe with us.”
“Well, as impressive as both of your resumes are, who the fuck is the third person that entered with you, and why are they hiding behind you?” Gunner questions, pointing out my exact thoughts.
If this third person is a member of the security company, then why are they hiding? Shouldn’t they be just as impressive as the other two?
Already they aren’t making a very good impression on any of us. You can’t hide on a stage in front of thousands of people. We live our lives in the limelight; if they are going to join us, they aren’t going to be able to hide and be shy.
I watch Valentina turn to the third person, softening her expression and giving a small nod. Whomever they are, it's clear the other two think they need to protect them. That intrigues me even more.
“Hi,” the female mumbles softly as she moves around Rome.
“Oh hell to the fuck no!” Creed shouts, standing and throwing his coffee across the room before storming out. The dark brown liquid is running down the wall, beginning to pool on the floor below. Gunner is deadly silent and still beside me, but I can feel the rage vibrating off his body.
Me? I’m stuck staring in shock and disbelief. My very nightmare is back here to haunt me. That takes a lot of balls for her to return after all these years. She left us, cold and in the dark, without a second thought about how it would destroy each of us. Why she thought coming back here would be a good idea, I will never understand, but I can promise I’m going to make her regret ever showing her face around us again.
Fuck, Sky.
Chapter Three
She should never have shown her face around here. Coming back to join the band was a grave mistake on her part, one I’ll make sure she regrets. She should have stayed gone, stayed dead, stayed wherever the fuck she was. She destroyed us when she left the first time. None of us will ever welcome her back into the fold.
The bitch was the reason I almost died. I didn’t handle her disappearing well. I lost my mind trying to find her. I paid out the ass for private detectives to search for her. I threw so much money into the search, but no one could find anything. The police said they couldn’t do anything because the note she left us said she was going on her own accord. No one believed me that she was in trouble, that something was wrong, and that she wouldn’t do something like this. I got so preoccupied with the search that I lost myself. I turned to drugs to numb the pain, to numb my mind. Nothing worked. I started with marijuana and just progressed from there. It got to the point I turned to cocaine. My brothers didn’t notice at first. I hid my addiction, blaming my lack of sleep. I tried to cover it with alcohol, but eventually, they caught on. They didn’t try to stop me, leaving me to find a way to cope with the pain alone. The only time they stepped in was to help hide my addiction from the label and our families.
Too bad it wasn’t enough. A year later, I let my addiction win. We were leaving an awards show, and some groupie brought up Sky. It had been common knowledge to never mention her, but this groupie was newer. I about lost my mind, pinning her against the wall, my hand wrapped around her throat as I snarled in her face, telling her to never say the cunt’s name again. It took Gunner and Sebastian to pull me off of her so I would release her. The guys and I went to the after-party at a local club, and that was the end. As I tried to drown the memories that were rushing back, I used more than I normally did because my usual wasn’t enough. I didn’t stop when we got back to the hotel either. My brothers tried to talk sense into me, but I was such a mess that they decided damage control later was easier than getting me to stop for the night. I should have listened to them, but I didn’t. Instead, I overdosed. Gunner found me unconscious, not breathing, and turning blue. He hit me with two doses of Narcan we kept around for good measure before medics even arrived to rush me to the hospital.
After that night, Gunner and Sebastian watched me closely. They sent me to private rehab, telling the press we were all going on a private vacation to work on our next album in secret. Both of them stayed hidden from the press, letting me do what was needed to fix myself and beat my addiction. Since that day, I haven’t touched any of the hard drugs again, only marijuana. My brothers have helped me stay clean, stay sober. It hasn’t been easy and today…it feels like everything is crashing on top of me.
The ache, the need, to find myself some cocaine and let it drown the memories and pain is strong. I knew if I stayed in that room, I would be searching for my drug of choice by the end of the day. Walking away was the best thing I could do for myself and my brothers. They didn’t need to go through the pain I put them through again.
I just hoped that they made the bitch leave and stay gone. If she were to join us, I’m not sure how long I could stay clean. She broke us, broke me. This isn’t something she can walk back into expecting we will just take her back. She made her choice, and it wasn’t us, the boys who grew up with her, who loved her and protected her. We would never choose her again. That door closed.
Picking up the closest object to me, an empty glass sitting on the side of the dresser in my hotel room, I threw it against the wall. The sound of the glass breaking mirrored the breaking taking place inside of me. The rage was becoming all-consuming, and I was going to need an outlet soon.
