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She pulled the sparkling pink shawl from around her shoulders. “Take off your jacket.”
I rarely saw Bunny so quiet. Her pensive stare replaced her annoying chattering as she eyed my throat.
I slipped it off my shoulders, wincing at the tug of muscle. Was there blood on the jacket too? Surely the black leather would hide it.
I held the jacket on the end of my finger as she reached up and started winding the shawl around my throat. “Seriously. I told you not to fuck anyone else.”
“I didn’t.”
“Just because you didn’t stick your dick in her? Look at you. It’s obvious you’re freshly fucked.”
I would’ve come if Cat had touched my cock. There was no question about it. I had been so close that even rubbing against her had pushed me to the edge.
“Do I even want to know who it was?” she grimaced as her eyes fixed on those gorgeous bloody lines.
“Would it change anything?”
“No, and I won’t guess either, though I noticed someone just returned to the party.”
She left it hanging, but I wasn’t going to fill her in. The less involved she was, the better. She finished wrapping, tucking the end of the shawl away to make it tight and neat.
I looked over her head into the mirror. No sign of blood, bruising, or wounds. Only the redness of my eyes and the small circle around my chin. A sizzle of heat started in my belly as I thought of the way Cat’s tongue had run through the crease of my chin. I blew out a sigh.
“What?” Bunny glared at me.
“Nothing.” I pulled on my jacket, wondering if it smelled like Cat. I’d have to find out later. “What’s the plan?”
Though I didn’t trust Bun, I had faith that she could make it look good when her reputation was at stake. She was an expert at working the media. Though she regularly lost her shit and ended up trending for her various meltdowns, she knew how to change a story and get people to see what she wanted them to see.
“We’re going to walk out there and be completely all over each other. You’re going to kiss me, properly, like you mean it. We need to play it up for the cameras, so it looks like you’re dragging me away for a night of intense fucking with the woman youactuallylove. I’ll get my assistant to bring the car around the back.” Her tone suggested there would be no questioning her plan.
I didn’t want to. It was the best we had.
“But we’re the hosts.” I should have probably thought of that before running after Cat.
“We’re young. We’re in love.” she smiled, her sparkling blue eyes still bitter. “Our guests know how to party. It won’t be a problem.” She wrapped her fingers around my arm, forcing my hand onto her hips and keeping me close. “Come on, baby, let’s give them a show.”
Max
The metallic buzz echoed in the dull hallway, announcing the prison door opening. A guard met me at the front entrance, stayed with me as I signed in, handed over all my belongings, and led me through to the meeting room.
I was fucking furious, even though I’d been dreading this. As soon as I came down from the high of Cat gripping my throat, her words came back to me. I had to see Goss. I needed to know what had happened. What the fuck did he do to Cat?
Kicking him out of the band was one of the hardest choices I’d ever made. We’d been best friends for as long as I could remember, but he started falling off the tracks after we began selling out concerts. It slowly worsened over the years.
At first, he turned up late to practise or recording sessions. Then he was showing up drunk to interviews and barely making it through TV appearances without throwing up. He acted out at parties, making the news for stupid shit like jumping off a roof into a swimming pool or caught racing a stolen sports car down Euston Road at 100 mph in the middle of the night. Our manager, Carl, had to hire a ‘personal escort’ to make sure we didn’t find him passed out in an alley again. Everyone had been talking about replacing him for years. Even the label was pushing for it, but I’d stood firm. He was my friend before he was my bandmate, and I wouldn’t abandon him.
Goss’s face had always been sharp; fans compared him to a vampire. He even had a group of followers who called themselves Mistresses of the Night. But there was a cruelty there I wished I’d noticed earlier. I’d always seen him as my friend, the one who stood by me no matter what, and I’d do the same for him.
That was until the police arrested him, sentencing him to ten years for the indirect murder of an underage girl. He’d freely offered her drugs and lay in bed tripping while she choked out on the floor of their hotel room. He’d been in for three, but Carl had told us they were considering releasing him on good behaviour.
Goss met my eyes through the window in the door before I stepped into the grey room. I clenched my teeth, making sure I didn’t leap at him the moment the door locked behind us.
They had him handcuffed to a ring fixed on the centre of the table, the long chains clinking as he moved. His face split into a grin. They’d given us a private space to talk. The guards claimed I would excite the other prisoners and their families in the communal visiting area.
I was both glad and pissed off that he looked healthy and well. I’d avoided him as much as I could after the public trial and sentencing. It was a dark time for all of us. He put us through hell.
His dark brown hair just covered his ears, and his sharp face twisted as the side of his thin mouth hooked up, smirking at me. His empty blue eyes gave way to sallow cheeks and a pointed chin. A new tribal tattoo sneaked along his right arm, emerging from the cuff of his white T-shirt, and the familiar red adder curled his left ear and down his neck. His clothes still hung off his body, but it wasn’t the same hollow skinniness that came from his drug use.
