Both Klaus and Anson chuckled.
“Been there,” Anson said.
Judging by the fact that they were clearly friends, and knowing Klaus’s past, I figured they both likely knew what getting shot was like.
“Well, you’re here now,” Anson said. “All that matters.”
“It is,” I agreed, looking back at Amelia again. She was still with Bishop on the couch.
Anson followed my gaze and smiled. “Rosalie loves meeting fans. She seems to really like your girl.”
“My wife adores her,” I said. “Huge fan. I’ve listened to all the songs so many times I could probably sing them in my sleep.”
Anson chuckled. “Well, hey, man. Thanks for coming tonight. You’ll be hearing from me soon. Grab some food.” He shook my hand before walking toward the blue-haired guy who was trying to set a trashcan on fire. I pulled my attention away as Anson reprimanded him.
“Have you heard from Mikhail?” Klaus asked softly.
“I haven’t,” I replied, really fucking hoping I never did.
He nodded, his blue eyes sliding over me. “If you do, let me know. We have some business to discuss.” He handed me a business card. “That’s my direct line. I always answer.”
“Thanks,” I said, pocketing his card.
“I may pay you a visit soon. To…talk.”
I breathed out. “Hopefully not with your fists.”
He chuckled softly at that. “We’ll see. Have a good night, Oliver. It was nice talking to you.”
He walked away and went to Bishop, who was now standing with Amelia. He placed his hand on Bishop’s back, and she leaned into him as he said something into her ear.
He walked away a moment later to join Anson, and I went to Amelia and Bishop.
“It was so nice to meet you,” Bishop said, squeezing Amelia’s hand. “I’m sure we’ll meet again. Thank you for coming to see us tonight.”
“Of course,” Amelia said, grinning. “It was amazing.”
Bishop beamed, then leaned in and gave Amelia a hug. She turned to me next and opened her arms. I awkwardly stepped forward and hugged her. She was sure nice for being so damn famous. All the famous people I’d seen in L.A. bitched, moaned, and flipped you off.
Bishop was a nice change of pace.
“Thank you for coming,” Bishop said, giving me a squeeze.
“No problem,” I replied, stepping away from her when she let me go.
We said our goodbyes to her, and one of the assistants handed us the photo we’d taken, completely signed by the entire band. I took it and led Amelia out.
The moment we were in our car, Amelia let her head fall back and stomped her feet on the floorboards.
I grinned at her excitement.
“That was amazing,” she said, looking over at me. “She was so nice. She’s going to come in and order from the bakery. Can you believe it? She said she loves baking and wanted to try some of the things I was creating. I showed her the website and everything. S-She said if it’s really good, she’d like to hire me for special events!” Her cheeks were red with her excitement.
“Baby, I’m so happy,” I said, leaning in to kiss her. “Anson said he and his brother ride and are going to reach out about some custom work for their bikes.”
She grinned and pressed her lips against mine.
“This has been the best night ever,” she said, pulling away. “I love you, Ollie. Thank you for this.”
