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“I don’t give a flying toss if your band wanker!” Haze’s voice becomes harsh. “I’m financially supporting this!”
Their voices trail off as I leave the men arguing and head out of the studio. As soon as I’m outside, the bright LA sun hits me. I feel a sudden grip on my shoulder behind me, causing me to gasp loudly.
“I’m sorry,” Ash says apologetically, realizing he scared the living daylights out of me, knowing I have some crazy stalker up my ass. “The lads inside, we’re being complete plonkers. We need you, Eddie. Despite Jagger being a wanking prick, he needs you. He’s just being a stubborn arse.”
I can hear the remaining three inside still quarreling with each other.
“You guys never used to argue,” my eyes go to his hand, and he puts both into his pocket. But I already spotted the swollen knuckles and put two and two together when I saw the bruised faces of the Evans brothers.
“We did all the time. You just forgot.”
“Yeah, but not like this.”
Silence falls between us. I can see Asher wants to say something but hesitates.
I take my cue to leave him. I can feel his eyes on my back, but I don’t turn around because if I do, it’ll be my breaking point. These four men are the banes of my existence. My biggest weaknesses. If I see the hurt once more on Ash’s face, it’ll ruin me.
Chapter 17
After shoving the lastitem into my duffle as fast as possible, I look around the room to see if I’ve left anything. I want to be out of here before the others return and avoid further uncomfortable situations.
I fucked up.
It’s more than one person who fucked this up, but I should have been the bigger person.
I’m aware of the situation I created with Asher and Callum. I could have swatted Callum’s roaming hand away last night. But my slutty pussy wanted him and Asher.
Maybe Haze.
And probably Jagger.
I’ve had all four of them separately, together, and I know what great lovers they were. We fucked crazy and made beautiful music. The combination was lethal, intoxicating, and magical. A combination of five souls destined to create love and music together. A bond woven with threads of passion and shared dreams.
A beautiful, thriving flower that bloomed with beauty and grace.
And it also destroyed us.
Our connection was as vital as the air we breathed. We were both resilient and vulnerable. Once one petal fell from the flower, the music, like a withering bloom, lost its vibrancy, and we all succumbed to the haunting silence of self-destruction.
The music died, as did the magic we created.
We’re too dangerous of a group to be together.
Fuck it.
I need to get out of here.
If I leave something, I’ll send Catalina to collect it.
Turning around abruptly to get the hell out, I crash straight into a large, solid body and almost crush my face against the rock-hard chest.
“Never seen a bird want to leave so fast from my bedroom before.”
“Damn it, Haze!” I pick myself off him and straighten myself to gaze up, only to find his lips turn into an amused smirk. “This isn’t your bedroom. It’s a guest room.”
“My house, my bedrooms. Call them whatever the fuck you like, but I can sleep in whichever one I want, so they aremybedrooms.”
Gripping the handle on my bag, I remind myself not to be intimidated by Haze because he has a certain pull and push power over me. He always had that threatening allure.
