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.I'd never survive.It sounds lame as fuck all, but I love that woman.She makes my dick hard, and my heart beat.'S all there is to it.Ronnie sighs and shakes his head, running his hands over the snake tattoos on his neck and threading his fingers behind him.“Balls to the wall,” he says reluctantly, but I can tell his mind is still spinning.Hey, if I thought giving up Naomi's manager would win us all a get out of jail free card, I'd be all over that shit.Thing is, I know this shit ain't that easy.Nothing ever is.Except maybe pre-Naomi Turner Campbell.I try not to grin at myself.Yeah, I was easy.I'll admit that.I rise to my feet, toss my cig over my shoulder and start towards the door.I've been out here for like, a fucking hour now.I'm tired of waiting.Turner Campbell doesn't wait.Not patiently anyway.I push through the glass doors, ignoring the guards and their stoic expressions.Just like everyone else in my life, they'll follow after me.Except for maybe Naomi.I get this squirrelly feeling sometimes that I am this close to getting my ass kicked to the curb.And I like it.I really fucking do.“Turner, thank God,” Milo says, latching onto me as I move through the lobby and head towards the elevator.“Is Ronnie outside? I need to talk to you about something.The rest of the band is already waiting upstairs.”“If this is about that bitch,” I point at my head and pull the trigger.“Blowing her Goddamn head off, we've heard.We're over it, Milo.Go write up a blog post or something, assure everyone that the show must go on.” My manager pauses as I climb into the elevator, forehead wet with sweat, skin tight, eyes droopy.Poor guy is overworked and tired as all shit out.I feel sorry for him, really.But what can I do about it? I didn't ask for all of this.Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll.That's what I showed up for.But I'm adapting; we all are.“And Mr.McGuire?” he asks as the elevator doors slide closed.I ignore him and lean against the wall, pretending I don't notice the security guard standing across from me.Thirty floors up, I climb off and the guy follows me straight down the hall to America's door.I don't even have to knock, coming to a stop just as Naomi spills out and runs straight into my chest.She doesn't look all that good, even considering the circumstances.“What the fuck happened?” I ask her, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.Nobody touches my woman and lives to tell the tale.Naomi shushes me with a kiss, trailing her lips along the edge of my jaw to whisper in my ear.“Don't say a word.Just back up, and let's go.” Don't have to ask me twice.I slide my arm around her waist, letting the buzz of my body replace the rush of adrenaline.The spots on my jaw where her mouth touched me burn like crazy, even as I'm wondering what the hell is going on.I try to stop at our room, but Naomi keeps me going, back to the elevator and then in.As we turn around and watch the doors slide closed, I catch glimpses of her fellow band members.They don't look so good either.Could be the Hayden thing, but I think there's something else, too.I wait in silence, my arm wrapped around my woman's waist, as we head right back to the damn lobby, bodyguard in tow.Naomi wraps her fingers around mine and steers me straight to the smokers' courtyard and over to the bench where Ronnie still sits in contemplative quiet.“She threatened to shoot me,” Naomi growls, lighting up a cigarette and plopping down next to my friend.I sit down next to her and lean in close.“Well, maybe not her specifically, but Brayden.” Naomi gestures with her lit cig, face contorted with anger and eyes glaring.“Who? America?” Ronnie asks, getting that crystal clear clarification he's always after.Naomi nods.“Why?” I watch as she shrugs angrily and takes a massive drag on her smoke.Her orange-brown eyes sparkle with rage as her free hand clenches tight against her jeans.“Because I threatened to walk out.Because I had the Goddamn audacity to think that perhaps the death of our lead singer might exclude us from the concert in L.A.” Naomi exhales and lets her eyelids flutter closed.Her skin is singing; I can feel it from here.Pure rage is radiating out from this woman, and it's turning me on.Totally fucked considering the death of Hayden and all that, but what do you want me to do about it? “Brayden isn't just working for her; she fucking owns him.” Naomi pushes some blonde hair behind her shoulder.“You know, she didn't just threaten to shoot us, she flat out said she'd hunt us down and kill us if we tried to leave the band or the tour.”“Are you fucking shitting me?” I growl, leaning in even closer.I don't know if these guys have got us wire tapped or what the fuck ever, but I might as well keep my voice down.Ronnie and I exchange a glance.“I thought she was on our side,” Ronnie whispers, a fresh cigarette clutched between his fingers.Hell, I'm not one to fuck up a party.I get out my own smoke and light up.“Apparently there are three sides to every fucking story,” Naomi sighs and leans back, sliding her arm along the back of the bench.Her fingers just barely brush my neck, and I find myself gritting my fucking teeth to stay sane.I never thought a monogamous relationship could be so freaking torturous [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]