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“If you bring a marker anywhere near this, I’ll bite off your fingers,” I growl, poking Kieran in his chest. “Don’t you have shit to do?” I point toward the stage, shooing them again with my hands.
“Be a good girl,” Kieran whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek, letting the warmth of his lips linger for longer than necessary.
“Always am,” I murmur through a chill spreading down my body, creating goosebumps. I swear, when his lips touch my skin, my resolve drains down the toilet.
“We’ll see,” he says, swiping his thumb lovingly across my cheek. Affection lights up his eyes, and a soft smile pulls at his lips.
“Let’s go, Lover Boy!” Asher barks, waving a hand.
Kieran nods, hopping back onto the stage and grabbing his gear. Together they stand like a wall, taking deep, soothing breaths.
“Whispered Words! Whispered Words!” the crowd chants over and over with excitement, holding their brightly lit phones in the air like lighters.
“You hear that, boys?” I shout over the crowd, leaning my elbows on the tall stage. “They’re calling for you!”
I grin when the curtain swings open, and they wave to the crowd with bright smiles—swaggering further on stage, oozing confidence from every inch. They captivate the crowd, drawing them in with their grins and waves.
“Kiss for luck, Pretty Girl?” Rad says, flopping to his belly on stage. Leaning close, he takes my mouth with his, dirtily shoving his tongue in and out. I moan when his hands roam through my hair, pulling me closer.
At this point, he could pull me on stage and fuck me in front of the crowd right now, and I’d say yes, please. It’d definitely show those bitches who they belonged to. The thrill of their eyes on me sends shivers up my spine, and my pussy clenches, ready to take it further. That is, until a certain asshole lightly kicks Rad in the ribs and clears his throat.
“Come on, bro. You’re humping the damn stage. Save it for later,” Asher grumbles with a shake of his head.
“After this, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it,” Rad pants, raising his brow until I nod. “Good girl.” I shiver when he says those words and watch in awe when he wanders away, setting himself behind his drums set with a relaxed grin.
Asher watches me from his side of the stage, staring with interest at my heaving chest and flushed face.
“Are you ready for the carnival after this, Little Brat?” he asks, looking off in the distance at the enormous Ferris wheel lighting up the now darkened sky with its red, blues, and yellows.
“The carnival?” I gaze over at the carnival rides in full swing.
Asher smirks, tilting his head at me. “Oh, yes. The carnival. We’ll let loose after this. Besides, I have plans for you,” he rasps, eyeing me up and down.
“Plans? Wait! What plans?” I blanch, hoping he has time to elaborate or fucking tell me something. Instead, he grins, moving a few feet forward, giving me his back. Strumming a loud tune over the speakers as he tunes his guitar, drowning out my shouts.
The crowd cheers when Kieran smiles at them from the microphone and then, turning, winks at me like a cocky bastard.
“Hello, Central City!” Kieran’s raspy voice bellows through the speakers, echoing through what seems like the entire town.
The crowd reacts immediately, jumping in place and cheering as loud as they can. A smile forms on my lips when he grins at the sea of people looking up at him like he’s a God. Shit. I’m probably looking at him the same way.
“We love you, Kieran!” Tessa and Sara shout, holding up a poster with all their names and hearts surrounding them.
I roll my eyes as they jump up and down, jiggling their tits in an effort to get Kieran’s attention and call his name with a girly shriek. Thank god they’re keeping those puppies under wraps. They could poke someone’s eyes out.
A weird pinch of jealousy roars through me when he looks at them. Fucking looking at them and grins when he reads the poster, giving them the thumbs up. That’s my thumb. Keep it to yourself, assface. Narrowing my eyes, I glue my gaze to his and thankfully; the assface doesn’t drop his eyes to their pointy tits, still free-balling in the night air.
“Put away your goddamn titties!” I shout, cupping my hands over my lips to amplify my voice.
Ignoring my demand, they continue to swoon and scream more, inciting weird feelings brewing in the depths of my green monster. I want to rip their hair out and knock their perfect teeth in with one punch and laugh as they scatter on the ground. My fists curl, envisioning tying them to a pole deep in the woods, slathering them in honey, and watching as bears rip them to shreds as they beg for their lives. Try clutching your pearls with no fingers, toes, or body. Fuck.
Jesus. Deep breaths, River. You damn psycho. Stop plotting their deaths and focus on the music, for shit’s sake. Music is what you live and breathe. Not violence against two stuck-up Lakeview girls who don’t have a chance with the boys rocking out on stage.
My mouth pops open, watching Kieran work the tiny stage with grace and familiarity. Walking back and forth with a goofy grin, he lays down the first note, inciting the crowd more. They yell and scream, the louder the music gets until all the boys join in and open with their first song. I watch them with matched possession. The thought of other girls touching them makes me stabby. I grip my knife, toying with the handle in my shorts pocket, running my thumb over the words printed across it—River Blue. Touch them and die might be my new mantra.
I rub my temple. What the hell am I thinking?
Peeking down at the shirt stretching over my tits, I scoff. Fuck. I’m in this constant war with myself, my mind going to battle with itself repeatedly. Letting go of my reservations is more complicated than I ever thought. Visions of Van and what his stupid ass did to me burn bright. A constant reminder of what could happen if this goes to shit. But taking a deep breath, I shake it off. This is now. I’m having fun. I’m falling hard. And in the end, if I get fucked over. It’ll be my fault. For now, I’m along for the ride. I have to keep telling myself that the further they drag me into their wicked web.
