The guy opens his eyes wide, just like they all do when I mention the greatest bands in the history of rock bands. “You played with Colter fuckin’ Slade?”
“Yeah, yeah, Colter fucking Slade.” A sudden pain slams into my chest, and I grimace, clutching at my pec, an ache forming at the mere thought of Ella and her damn father. I fall into the seat, clenching my eyes while my breathing becomes erratic and harsh.
And just like that, my dick falls limp again.
“Fuck! You all right?”
“That bitch broke myfucking heart!”I yell at the top of my lungs.
“Girl troubles, hey?” the random guy in the strip club asks.
My head bobs up and down as I open my eyes and try to focus on the guy who’s now sitting in the booth across from me. “I love her, man. Fucking love her. I gave up my life for her. Moved to England. Even wanted to marry her.” He nods. “I was a player. A downright fucking bastard to women, and she changed me. She fucking changed me. Then… she broke me.” My voice lowers with each sentence, the heartache bleeding out while I rest my head in my hands, trying my hardest to keep my shit together.
“Maybe you’re better off?”
My head flies up, and I glare. “Better off?Better off!I’m in Australia with no band, a fucking broken heart, and I lost her to that fuckwit, Chad Everly!”
“Well, if you want my advice—”
I sit up taller. “Yes! Help me!”
He smirks. “You need to let her go, mate. Get back on the horse. You’re American by the accent. Aussie chicks’ll dig that. Get balls deep in some Aussie pussy and forget all about… what’s her name?”
“Ella…” My chest tightens.
“Forget all about Ella. And as for your band… what’s it called? What happened to it?”
“Maybe you’re right. The band’s name was Recoil, and they’re broken because I got too caught up over Ella. I fucked the band. It’s all on me…” I pause before continuing, “The name’s Danger, by the way.”
His mouth drops open. “Well, shit, dude. I do know you. I’ve heard a couple of your songs on the alternative stations. You guys are fuckin’ good. Why don’t you get your bandmates to come down under? You can gig in our clubs?”
Raising my eyebrows, I wonder what that means. “Our clubs?”
“Yeah, our clubs. The name’s Steel. VP of the Satan’s Savages MC. We have patched members who own a few clubs and bars around town, and we can get you guys playin’ in them if you want?”
Nodding, I take in a deep breath. “Well, shit… I don’t know what to say.”
He smiles and nods. “Talk it over with your bandmates. If they wanna come down under for a while, here’s my card. We can hook you guys up to play the club scene. Maybe get you goin’ interstate and playin’ at our other clubs. Techie is in tune with the music business, and he might know a few people in the Australian music industry. I’m sure he can help.”
Running my fingers through my hair, I shake my head slowly. “Fuck! You’re like a biker guardian angel.”
He smirks, and I don’t tell him that I’m going to have to work my fucking ass off to convince them to not only take me back and reform the band but to fly out to Australia and play here when their lives are in the USA. This might be a hard sell, but sometimes it is what’s needed.
The pink-haired beauty from the stage comes into my line of sight, making my cock twitch instantly as she slides into the booth next to Steel.
“Lunar, this is Danger.” Steel tilts his head in my direction.
I smirk at her name.Lunar.Yeah, I knew she was out of this world.
She smiles, looking me up and down. “The drunk guy throwing cash at me? Thanks for the tip, big guy.”
“My pleasure, Cotton Candy.” I smirk, and she furrows her brows at me.
“Cotton Candy?”
“Your hair, it reminds me of it.”
“It’s called fairy floss here, big guy.”
