His eyes lit up, and he followed me without so much as a question about how the hell I could get him in to see her.
“We need to go around to the back door. Buddy of mine said he could get us in,” I said.
“Fuck yeah.” Mason grinned stupidly as he eagerly followed me. I knew the stadium grounds fairly well since I’d been there several times, and I’d refreshed my memory by staring at maps before the show in case something happened, and my help was needed to move Rosalie out.
As we walked, I pulled my leather gloves on. No one would come out there. With all the noise from the heating and cooling systems, it was likely no one would hear him scream either.
We made it to the perfect, darkened area. I rounded on him and shoved him against the wall.
“Hey, what the fu—” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because I was smashing him in the face on repeat with my fist.
His nose splintered beneath my heavy hits, and finally, he fell to the ground on his hands and knees. I went in and kicked him full on his ribs twice before landing my boot to his face.
He groaned and cried as I bent down next to him.
“Be careful how the fuck you talk about my girl,” I said in a soft, dangerous voice. “Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I-I’m sorry,” he choked out through the blood in his mouth.
I gave his cheek a pat. “Don’t forget your sorrow. I’d hate to hunt you down to remind you of it.” I stood and kicked him once more, making him curl into a tight ball.
I pulled my gloves off, tucked them into my pocket, and straightened my jacket before fixing my hair.
I didn’t want to look like shit when I saw Rosalie tonight.
29
ROSALIE
“Incredible,” Anson said, scooping me into his arms for a hug as the guys and I came offstage after we finished out the show.
I hugged him back, feeling relieved. I had one more show here tomorrow night, then two left on the tour, and we would finally be done. I’d go home to my family and just… be. I’d be able to relax for a bit.
“No hug for me, daddy?” Cas said.
“Come here, you fucking popsicle,” Anson replied as I moved away from him. He pulled Cas in for a hug.
“Fuck, man. You smell good,” Cas mumbled. “Giving me a hard-on.”
“And we’re done.” Anson released him and shook his head.
“He likes to ruin the moment, don’tcha, popsicle?” Vic clapped Cas on the back as Cas waggled his brows at Anson.
“Rosalie, you lucky girl. I’m going to have sweet as fuck dreams about your Ani baby tonight. Woooo!” Cas whooped.
“Fuck, he’s a PR nightmare,” Anson said as Cas ran to the dessert table that was set up and buried his whole face into a cake while he howled,“Anson is daddy, baby!”
I smiled and breathed out. Tonight had been a great show. Despite all the crap going on, I felt… good. Maybe it was because I told myself Ethan was in the crowd. I hoped he was. I’d gone silent on him after everything, but now I really needed to just see him.
The urge was overwhelming.
As if reading my mind, Anson spoke, his voice soft.
“Are you going to go meet Ethan?”
I knew he was going to go out and scout a band in the city tonight, and Dante had gone home due to an emergency call from his guys. He looked sick with worry as he’d bolted out, but I’d practically had to threaten his life to get him to leave my side.
“I’d like to,” I said. “But I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
