“Cyn? That is some outfit... but everyone will see your ass. Please tell me you’re wearing underwear.” Thor blushes.
“Well, I never. It's my choice, boyfriend. Don't be a dick.” Cynthia puts her nose in the air with indignance.
Hunter moves over to me, shocking me by being the first to protest.
“Pretty Girl, we’ll be in the front of the pit. Any slight movement will show your ass to the world. Then, the meet and greet?—”
Hunter is cut off by Trikk. “Yep, that is not happening, Bambi. No one gets to see you looking edible except us.”
I stamp my foot, and groan. “Ugh! Will you guys pull back the alpha hole routine for two seconds?”
“Alpha hole? Where did that come from?” Frost asks.
Valley shoots a shit-eating grin his way, and he just shakes his head.
“Anyway, we’re ready to go. I can’t wait to see Ronnie skibidi singing to us,” I say, straight-faced.
Valley cracks up. “Nyx, oh my God! That's not how the word is used.”
I glare, simply saying, “Two words: socially retarded.”
That sets everyone off with laughter.
Sam comes over to hug me. “Let’s go, crazy girls.”
The thirteen of us get to the garage, selecting the largest SUV available. We all go to pile in, and I notice several of Jax’s guys are already waiting close to the car. Maverick slides behind the wheel, and Trav and Tyler slide in with us.
We get on our way, and happy conversation eats up the travel time.
Before I know it, we arrive at the venue. Bypassing the regular parking area, we zip over to VIP. We snag a spot in the front by the doors.
Maverick passes out lanyards for us all, announcing our VIP status. “Don’t lose those,” he cautions.
The three of us girls link arms, darting inside, the guys protesting as they follow behind us.
I hear music thumping as we enter, making my pulse race.
We get to the gate to the pit, and the attendant lets us in. It's already packed, and there seems to be no room at the front.
I sigh in disappointment.
Synn pushes past us to lead the way, and the crowd parts like magic. Stepping to the front center of the stage, Synn clears his throat. The guys there look back and, seeing Synn, turn white as they scatter.
In fact, the entirety of the front of the pit magically disappears.
I laugh. “Mafia perks.”
We all wait for Falling in Reverse to take the stage. We got there late enough we didn’t have to sit through all the opening bands.
A female’s begging voice captures my attention, from behind me.
“Please, let me up. Please... it's for my mom.”
I turn around, seeing a petite brunette with glasses trying in vain to come to the front. The assholes around her are blocking her.
She begs again, and one of the guys say, “Fuck off, bitch.”
Nope—not on my watch. “Hey, let her through!” I holler, but I just get laughed at.
