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Oh shit.
Before he could say a word, Viper and I were on our feet.
“What the hell is goin’ on here?” Halo spat, but as Imogen started to answer, he held up his hand. “And don’t tell me nothing, because I’m not fucking blind. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how much time you’ve been spending with these two, Im.”
“Who am I supposed to spend time with, then? You? I couldn’t pull you away from Viper for a day if I tried.”
Halo reared back like he’d been slapped. “That’s not true. I always have time for you.”
Imogen shrugged, her long red hair falling over her shoulder. “Maybe, maybe not. But don’t get pissed at Slade and Jagger. They haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Bullshit,” Viper said under his breath, low enough that only I could hear.
He was right: Slade was looking guilty as shit standing there, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at Jagger as if asking what the fuck they should do. He might look like an intimidating fucker, but if anyone else in this band was a lover, not a fighter besides me, it was Slade. Before five seconds ago I would’ve said Halo, but he looked out to kill, so…
Run, if you’re smart, I thought, as Halo turned to Slade and crossed his arms. “That true, Slade? You and Im just friends? Nothing you need to confess?”
Slade swallowed hard, his eyes nervously darting between Imogen and Jagger, who both looked cool as cucumbers, even if the sweat on their brows was starting to give them away.
“We’re friends,” Slade finally said.
“Special friends?” Viper asked.
“Get outta here with that shit,” Jagger said, pushing Viper’s chest so he was forced to take a step back.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Unless you wanna be facedown on the ground in about two seconds.”
“Threats now, V? You wanna defend your boy’s honor?” Jagger snorted and then lifted his chin toward Halo. “I don’t think he needs your guard dog services, so you can back off.”
Viper took a menacing step forward, but Halo shot his arm out, holding Viper back, but just barely.
“How about you three answer the question,” Halo said, patience running low.
Imogen rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous. You’re overreacting over nothing.”
“I don’t think it’s nothing.”
“Halo—”
“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” Halo roared, the unexpected booming sound of his voice echoing off the walls. I’d never seen the angel so worked up; his skin was turning a deep red, and there was a vicious snarl on his face.
It was a long moment before Jagger held his hands up and sighed. “Fine. You wanna know what’s goin’ on? The same thing that’s been goin’ on since Paris.”
Panic crossed Imogen’s face. “Jagger, no—”
“I care about your sister.” Jagger placed an arm around her waist and drew her into his side, and not a second later, Slade did the same on her other side. “We’re together. All of us.”
Halo’s eyes darted between the three of them, and then he stumbled back. “What…what did you just say?”
Imogen’s head fell into her hands. “Oh God.”
“You heard me,” Jagger said, a clear challenge in those dark eyes. “You may not like it, but I’m tired of having to hide shit from you.”
“Yeah,” Slade said, squaring his shoulders. “This is how it is. We love her.”
A gasp left Imogen, and then she looked up at Slade. “What? You do?”
A smile slowly stretched across Slade’s face as he nodded, and then on her other side, Jagger said, “I do too.”
“Oh my God.” Imogen’s voice cracked as she looked between her lovers with tears in her eyes.
It would’ve been an incredibly romantic moment if they’d kept that shit hidden, locked away in a hotel room, but they couldn’t make things easy, could they?
They were so lost in each other, no one in their threesome noticed the way smoke practically poured out of Halo’s ears.
I knew what was coming, but I wasn’t close enough to stop it, and it all happened so fast that there was no time for a warning.
With a growl that ripped out of his chest and echoed off the walls, beast Halo fucking attacked.
Thirty-Five
Levi
I WAS GONE for twenty minutes to grab some food with Liam, but that was all it took for World War III to break out.
When I walked into the private lounge, the view that greeted me was one I’d seen before, but always with other bands, never with Fallen Angel.
Halo had a fistful of Jagger’s shirt, his arm cocked back as both Imogen and Slade tried to stop him, but he threw the punch fast, the knock against Jagger’s jaw one I heard across the room.
“Shit,” I said, tossing my food onto a nearby table and rushing toward the madness.
Chaos broke out. Jagger went to retaliate against Halo, but Viper shoved him away. Slade grabbed Imogen and quickly moved her out of the way before diving in, heading straight for Viper and putting him in a headlock. Killian moved fast, working to separate Viper and Slade, while Imogen shouted for everyone to chill their tits.
