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“We’ll continue to support you both,” Callum says, marching to me. “Every day, we’ll fight the wrongs we put you through.” Without a moment to second guess himself, he pushes his lips onto mine in an eager kiss. He hums, swirling his tongue against mine in desperation. “My first and last,” he murmurs when we finally break apart. “My forever.”
“We’ll always show you, River Blue. We’ll be here every day,” Kieran chokes out, moving forward to capture my lips with his in a soft, dominating embrace.
“There’s no getting rid of us, Pretty Girl. You can put a collar around my neck with your name as my girl. Forever and ever…” He kisses my cheek, grinning when Lyric makes a face.
“Gross,” she says, wrinkling her nose.
“All right, how about some pizza?” Kieran asks Lyric, bringing her into his arms.
“Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” she proclaims loudly, thrusting her tiny fist into the air with a giggle.
“And then after pizza, you’re going to spend the night with Alma and Anni,” I say, grinning when she whips her gaze toward me.
“Really?” she squeals.
“Really,” I confirm with a nod as she wiggles excitedly in Kieran’s arms.
“Really?” Rad asks with suspicion, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes. Because your daddies have a show, we’ll be out soooo late!” I say, pinching her cheeks.
“What show?” Callum asks, tilting his head to the side as a slow smile spreads across his lips. “We do have the instruments.”
“What? Where?” Rad begs, jumping on his toes.
“Where else would we go?” Asher snorts. “We’re in Central City. There’s only one place with our names carved into it.” He smiles, chuckling.
“Fuck yes!” Rad whoops.
“Daddy, I think it’s time you owe me money with every bad word you say. That’ll be thirty-thousand dollars,” Lyric says, holding her hand with an expectant look.
I snort. “Yeah, Daddy. Pay up…”
“But… But… Little Pretty Girl! That’s a lot of money.”
“Pay up, Daddy.” She sticks her nose in the air, wiggling her fingers like he’ll pay her right here and now.
“I’ll add it to your college fund,” he grumbles, high-fiving her hand.
I snort. “Responsible parenting,” I commend, earning a grin. “All right, Whispered Words. Let’s get some dinner and then—.”
“Show time,” Rad interrupts with jazz hands.
“Oh my God, bitch,”Ode breathes, staring out at the sea of people chanting below the stage. Her hands slap at my shoulders over and over, leaving a slight burn behind her hits.
“Stop,” I cackle, lightly pushing her away from my side.
“But bitch!” she hisses, hitting my shoulder. “My bar.” She shakes her head in disbelief as her dark eyes continually dart around. I swear tears form in her eyes as she chokes back a small sob.
Dead End is still an active place. It’s a bar. People come from all over town to eat Leon’s spectacular dishes, drink beer, and talk with friends. Even with my help in getting small bands to play every weekend—because yeah, this is my home. I can’t leave them down and out with no options. From afar, no matter where I am, I’ll always help out the place that gave me every chance under the sun. Still, they haven’t been this packed since Whispered Words left the area.
But here they are in all their glory, slowly setting up their equipment in front of the large, cheering crowd. The volume rises with every person who enters with excitement running through their veins. Nothing beats a free pop-up show with no cover charge. Luckily for Leon and Ode, I’m footing the bill. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, this was all Ode’s idea.
“I think we might be over capacity,” Ode murmurs in awe.
“You mean my bar,” Leon chortles, handing me the biggest plate of chicken nachos I’ve ever seen.
“Yes...yes, his bar!” I quip, salivating at the plate steaming in front of my face.
