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I knew that, but still, I felt guilty. Quitting on your own terms was one thing. Being fired was another.
We headed outside to the parking lot, and walked over to the SUV.
Everything was quiet.
Until it wasn’t.
Suddenly, a boom rang out. It was so loud that I automatically covered my ears.
Quinn shouted and fell sideways, grasping his shoulder. Val screamed and pushed me to the ground.
I looked up, utterly shocked and confused at what was going on.
Until I looked up and saw Frankie Salich, only a few feet away.
Holding a gun.
CHAPTER 38
IAIN
Oh my God. Oh my God, what do I do?
Fuck, fuck, was this really happening?
Only an hour ago, Valen and Quinn were joking with me. Dawson told me he loved me…he loved me. And I loved him.
No, this couldn’t be happening.
“Look at me!” Frankie roared. “Show me your hands!”
I was still lying on the ground, so I lifted my hands as high as I could in the position. Then I turned my head to look at Valen crouched beside me. He’d drawn his weapon.
“Put the gun down, Frankie! This isn’t the way to get Iain to talk to you,” Valen yelled.
Frankie fired off another shot that had me covering my ears again. The crash of breaking glass from nearby car windows rained down over us.
“Why didn’t you listen to me, Iain?” Frankie demanded.
“I…I’m sorry,” I panted.
I was hyperventilating at this point.
“All you had to do was listen. Like the first time we met. Remember?” Frankie asked me with wild eyes.
“The charity concert in February.”
“No!” Frankie roared. “No! No! No! I met you last fall! Bandit threw a company event on September 20. Remember? You said hi to me, and you touched my hand. You were the only band member to do that. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never felt so…seen. Special.”
I didn’t remember that event—or him—at all. But I rolled with it. “Oh. Y-yes, I remember now.”
Frankie nodded and visibly calmed.
I had no fucking clue what he was talking about.
“You’re not like the other musicians. The ones I sold out to the tabloids. They were corrupt. Selfish. Rude. Not talented and kind like you. As soon as I met you, I knew you were different. You smiled at me. And I knew then that you loved me. As much as I love you.”
I didn’t remember any of that. Jesus, I met him once, and he thought I was in love with him?
