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  Chloe twirls her hair around her finger as she thrusts out her chest. “We’re with the band.”

  “Sure you are,” he answers, not looking like he’s buying it.

  I take a breath of relief. We won’t get backstage without passes, so it looks like I’m safe.

  But Chloe isn’t giving up that easily. She steps up to him nice and close, and gently takes his wrist. The guard grins as he lets her guide his hand under her shirt. My mouth drops as he grabs a handful of her boob.

  “Now will you let us in?” she asks, pulling his hand back out.

  He rolls his eyes and motions with his head to let us pass. “Go on.”

  I swallow hard as I pass him.

  “What about you?” he asks, staring down at me with preying eyes. “Do I get a feel?”

  I cover my breasts in a panic and race past him to catch up with Chloe.

  About twenty minutes later, we’re standing outside the band’s dressing room waiting to go in. The biggest man I’ve ever seen is standing in front of us, looking bored. He doesn’t even look real. His hulkish size makes him look like he’s a different species or something.

  “All right, ladies,” he says as he grabs the door handle. He turns it and swings the door open. The thick smell of weed comes pouring out, burning my nostrils.

  “I don’t know about this,” I say for the twentieth time, feeling my nerves take over.

  “Oh, relax,” Chloe says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. “Loosen up.”

  I hold my breath as I get dragged into the smoke-filled room. The door slams closed behind me, making me jump.

  Chloe already ditches me as she struts over to the oversized couches that the band is lounging on. There are girls everywhere—most of them looking even sluttier than Chloe—and I immediately feel out of place. This was a bad idea. I should have been more firm with my denial, but Chloe is older than me and seemed to know what she was doing. Plus, she is my ride home.

  There’s a bar against the far wall with open Whiskey, Vodka, and a bunch of other bottles I don’t recognize laying on it. My eyes widen in shock when I see the topless bartender lean over and do a line of cocaine off of the bar.

  “Hey, Andrew!” Chloe shouts in a party-girl voice as she shakes her hips on the way to the couch. There’s already a girl blowing him, but that doesn’t stop my coworker. She just climbs over the girl and shoves her tongue down the drummer’s throat.

  I’ve never wanted to be somewhere else so bad in my entire life. I’d rather be in the dentist’s chair than standing here awkwardly in front of the door.

  My hands can’t stop fidgeting with my purse that’s hanging in front of my body like a shield. I gulp as I look around, feeling nauseous. Chloe is tying her hair back into a ponytail as she’s about to take turns with the girl who’s sucking on Andrew’s cock.

  Just leave. Just leave. I keep telling myself that, but my feet are glued to the floor. Maybe if I just stand here, no one will notice me.

  My heart speeds up when my plan fails, and a guy starts walking over—staring at me with bloodshot eyes. He’s got a huge joint in his hand that’s pouring out thick gray smoke into the already polluted air.

  Without a word, he slides the cucumber-sized joint into my hand, kneels down in front of the potted plant in the corner, and throws up.

  Why am I here? My pulse starts to race as I hold the joint as far from my body as my arm will allow.

  I glance back at Chloe, hoping she’s ready to leave, but she has her lips wrapped around the drummer’s dick. We’re not leaving anytime soon.

  “Hey!” a voice calls out from the couch. My skittish eyes dart to the sound, and I see the leader singer of Wannabe Gods, Joey, waving me over. He’s not wearing a shirt, and even though I thought he was looking hot on stage, all I feel now from looking at him is nausea.

  “Come over here,” he says, waving me over. There’s a brown haired girl in only a black lacy bra and jeans kissing a trail up his stomach. I gulp when he pushes her off and stands up.

  “Shit,” I mumble when he starts walking over. Come on, Chloe. Let’s get the heck out of here.

  “Hi,” Joey says, smiling at me when he arrives. His strung-out eyes never leave mine as he takes the smoking joint from my trembling hand. My heart is beating so fast with him in front of me, but it’s not because I’m standing in front of a celebrity. It’s because he has needle marks on his forearms and I want to get the hell out of here.

  He raises the joint to his lips and takes a long inhale. The tip burns a bright orange as he stares at me with dull blue eyes.

  “Good show,” I say, trying not to stumble on my words. I glance back at the closed door behind me and gulp.

  He blows the smoke over my head and nods. “Want to come see my guitar?”

  My eyes dart around the room. There is no guitar in sight.

  “That’s okay,” I say, fidgeting with my purse. “I’d rather stay here.”

  He leans in close and the foul smell of whiskey on his breath assaults my nose. “You don’t understand,” he says as he grabs my wrist, squeezing it tightly. “Come in the back and see my guitar.”

  From the look in his eyes and the inflection in his words, I’ll be seeing a lot more than his guitar if I go back there.

  “I’m good out here,” I say, laughing nervously.

  I look around for help when his grip on my wrist tightens, but everyone is either too busy doing drugs or doing each other.

  “You’re funny,” he says, making me swallow hard. I didn’t realize I was telling any jokes. “And cute. Come.”

  He turns abruptly, and yanks my arm, pulling me off balance as he drags me to the door beside the bathroom.

  “I don’t want to—”

  My heart nearly stops when he opens the door and I see inside. It’s a tiny room with only a soiled-looking cot against the wall with messed-up dirty sheets on it. His guitar is lying on the floor next to it with little white powdery lines of something that I’m guessing is not snow.

  “No,” I say, yanking my arm back. I shake my head as his eyes narrow on me. “I’m leaving.”

  With or without Chloe. I’ll take a taxi. I’ll walk back if I have to, but I’m not staying here for another second.

  I turn toward the door, but Joey grabs the waistband of my skirt and yanks me back in. As I fly backward, the main door opens and the frantic guy I recognized from the crowd steps in. His eye meets mine and then darts behind me to Joey who’s pulling me into the room.

  Rage ignites across his face as his thick jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. The look is so intense that it makes me shiver.

  I don’t see it for long because Joey closes the door, trapping me in the room with him.

  And then, all hell breaks loose.

  3

  Jax

  I’ll fucking kill him.

  Ripping Joey’s head off his shoulders is all I can think about as I charge through the room like a runaway tank. Adrenaline surges through my veins, erupting through me like a volcano as the image of him with my angel poisons my mind.

  She looked terrified as he dragged her into the backroom to do—I don’t even want to think about it because it will drive me to murder and there are too many witnesses around.

  As much as I want to, I can’t kill him. Not because of prison—I would gladly spend the rest of my life in prison if it meant protecting her.

  But I don’t want her first vision of me to be that gruesome. She’ll think I’m a psychopath. She’ll think I’m a killer. And I want her to like me. What comes later will be so much easier if she likes me.

  I don’t even check to see if the door is open. I just raise my boot and slam it into the cheap wood, sending the door flying off the hinges in shattered pieces.

  She screams as she turns to me with wild, terrified eyes. There’s something in them that makes me stop short with my breath catching in my throat. Recognition, maybe? Appreciation? Love?

  I can’t tell and it�
�s hard to think clearly with her piercing brown eyes gripping my soul like they’re doing right now. They’re like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s like looking into heaven. She really is an angel made just for me.

  My eyes trail down to her mouth, which is trembling in fear. My rage returns when I see her plump bottom lip quivering.

  He did this to her.

  And he is going to pay.

  I grit my teeth when I see her shirt wide open, the top two buttons ripped off. She gasps as I lunge forward and close her shirt over the beautiful cleavage that already has my dick achingly hard.

  “Get the fuck out of here!” Joey screams, jumping off the bed with his hands clenched into fists. “Now!”

  He thinks he’s the boss of me. He thinks he can tell me what to do. I’d laugh if my jaw wasn’t clenched so tight that it feels like my teeth are about to shatter.

  The strung-out junkie doesn’t know when to back down. The powder in his nose is giving him a fearlessness that his ass is going to regret. In about five seconds.

  He rushes up to me, flailing his skinny arms around and pointing in my face. “Did you hear what I fucking said, bodyguard?” he screams. “You work for—”

  The remaining words vanish from his mouth as I wrap my thick strong fingers around his throat, squeezing so tight that his eyes pop open in shock.

  “Did you fucking touch her?” I growl as I lift him off his feet. His face is turning white—his mouth opening and closing like a drowning fish—as I raise his eyes up to mine.

  “I should take your eyes for even thinking you could lay them on her,” I snarl. My heart is hammering in my chest. I want this guy’s insides to be on the floor for touching her. For trying to soil her innocence.

  His face starts turning blue and the shade of color suits him so well that I squeeze a little harder.

  I’m not getting any answers from him, so I turn to the girl. My girl.

  “Did he touch you?” I ask, feeling every muscle in my body tense as I wait for the answer. I don’t know what I’m going to do if she says yes.

  She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers.

  But her shirt is open, and she’s rubbing her wrist. “Did he touch you?” I repeat again. “Anywhere.”

  Her gorgeous eyes fall to the redness on her wrist and I have all the answers I need. “You fucking touched her?” I scream into his face. The tendons in my neck are so tight that they feel like they’re going to snap.

  He’s clawing at my hands, trying to loosen my grip so he can breathe, but I just coil my fingers around his jugular even harder.

  “She’s mine!” I scream as I slam him into the wall, leaving a junkie-sized crater in the drywall. With a grunt I throw him across the small room, sending his body smashing into the far wall. He collapses onto the floor, clutching his neck as he takes deep desperate breaths of air.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, turning to the girl by my side.

  She doesn’t say anything as she looks up at me with soft eyes that are welling with tears. She just nods up and down slowly.

  The commotion gets everyone else’s attention and they start rushing over to see what happened.

  I gently take her chin in my hand and lean down as I look into her eyes. “I’m getting you out of here.”

  “Thank you,” she whispers, swallowing hard as our eyes lock on one another's. Something raw and electric passes between us, and the force of it is so intense and unexpected that I forget all about the shit storm going on around us. For a split second, it’s just the two of us in the universe and it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.

  “Holy shit!” Andrew gasps when he arrives at the doorway and looks in. He’s holding his open pants up, and his hard dick is sticking out for everyone to see.

  I don’t want my girl to be seeing any other man, let alone any other dick, so I grab him by his shoulder and shove him back out of the doorway where my angel can’t see him anymore.

  “You’re fucking fired!” Joey spits out between coughs. He’s still on the floor, staring up at me with fury on his red face. “Get the fuck out of here! You and your whore!”

  Violent rage rips through me at hearing him call her that word. I grab the guitar off the floor, and swing it down with all of my strength, smashing it over his head with a savage grunt. The lines of cocaine explode into a white cloud around him as the wood bursts into splinters.

  Joey collapses into a defeated heap of blood and broken bones as I toss the cracked neck of the guitar to the side, and turn to my girl.

  Without a word, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She doesn’t protest. She doesn’t complain. Only a small whimper huffs out of her as her stomach lands on my hard round shoulder.

  I’m glad she agreed to come with me. She would have come with me whether she wanted to or not, but it’s better not to add kidnapping to the long list of crimes I’ve already committed for this girl.

  Everyone takes a step back from me as I carry her to the door. It’s all wide eyes and open mouths as they watch the caveman steal his new plaything.

  I don’t care what they think. I don’t care what anyone thinks with the exception of her.

  “Angie,” a girl squeaks out from the couch. It’s her friend. The blonde that was standing beside her in the crowd.

  Her name is Angie. It’s the most angelic name I’ve ever heard. It suits her perfectly, and just the sound of it has warmth radiating through my body, making my heart drum in my chest.

  “Angie,” I whisper it low just to feel how it tickles my lips when I say it. It’s a name I’ll be saying every day for the rest of my life.

  “It’s okay, Chloe,” she says. “I’m going with him.”

  Adrenaline soars through me at hearing her say that. I knew these intense feelings couldn’t be one-sided. Feelings this strong must be mutual. We have an otherworldly connection, Angie and I. I still don’t quite understand it myself, but it’s there.

  Marvin, the bodyguard at the door, opens it and walks in. The golf ball-sized Adam’s apple in his thick throat bounces up and down when he looks past me at the shattered door and swallows nervously. His shocked eyes dart to mine and I just shake my head slowly.

  He may be bigger than me, but he knows who the real alpha in this room is. He knows that he’ll end up like Joey if he tries to stop me.

  With a deep breath, he steps to the side and lets me pass. The band may fire him, but what good is money if you’re in a coma and can’t spend it?

  I place my palm on the soft flesh of the back of her thigh as I hold her over my shoulder and hurry away down the hall. The heat radiating out from under her skirt is making my breaths come out deeper and faster. I tilt my head closer to her pussy, inhaling her intoxicating scent through my nose. Her cunt smells like heaven. It gets my head light and dizzy, and I stumble for a second before catching my balance.

  Fuck. I’ll be coated in that delicious smell by the end of the night. It will be dripping off my cock, my fingers, my chin, my lips. I want her sweet juices soaked into every pore of my skin until it’s radiating off me and every breath I take smells like the inside of her pussy.

  I’ve never been so turned on by a girl in my life. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been with anyone because lately I just haven’t been interested. There are plenty of groupie girls hanging around on the tour, and it would have been easy if I wanted it, but none of them seemed to do anything for me. The other bodyguards and security team get laid nightly, and they’re always teasing me to grab a girl and have some fun too, but I just never wanted to.

  So, that’s why I’m so shocked by my intense reaction to this girl. It’s not like me. I don’t get this way for girls.

  Until now.

  Just one look at her in the crowd had my cock so hard that it was burning, begging me to get loose, demanding that I sink it into her warm little pussy and claim it as my own.

  I’ve never reacted that way before. Like a fucking caveman. She’s just so perfect
. So flawless. So young and innocent.

  Something deep and dark inside of me compelled me to take her. Ordered me to possess her.

  I want her all to myself. I need her to be mine.

  A girl like her should be worshiped like the goddess that she is. She should be spoiled with my cock—getting fucked every damn second of every single day. Fucked so much that every breath sliding out of those pretty lips is a sensual moan. Every touch from her hand is a slew of passionate fingernails digging into my back. Every gaze from her lust-filled eyes is a sultry look that’s begging for more. Every word surging out of her wet lips is a blissful scream.

  That’s how she deserves to be. And that’s how I’m going to treat her.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asks in a soft little voice as I round a corner, getting lost in the maze of hallways in the back of the arena.

  A strong need is taking over my body, and I won’t be able to think of anything else until my cock is rooted deep in her cunt and my sperm is penetrating her virgin womb. I’m trying to find a place where no one will bother us. A place where I can plant my seed in her so that she’ll be bound to me forever.

  “I’m taking you to a place where we can be alone,” I say, squeezing the back of her thigh a little tighter. She lets out a soft whimper that grips my core, making me groan in response.

  There are fucking security cameras all over the place so no matter where we go, they’ll know where we are. They’ll be after us. I just destroyed the lead singer of Wannabe Gods. He may be in a coma. He may be dead.

  That band is worth tens of millions of dollars to the recording company and they’ll want to see me pay for what I did.

  I don’t care about any of that right now. I’m not trying to hide from them to get away—I’m trying to hide so I can see if this hot pussy that’s tickling my nose with its beautiful scent is cherry tight.

  “You’re staying with me from now on,” I tell her as I run up a flight of stairs. “I saved you, so that means you’re mine. I’m going to do what I want with you. I’m going to take what belongs to me.”