25
TERA
New Year’s Eve
We have a charity gala to attend in Vegas. This will be a test to my anxiety, but I think I'll be okay. Cage insisted on security, and that makes me feel better. At least I didn't have to ask for it.
We take the private jet to Las Vegas, and I'm very impressed with Falling Down's success. I guess I never really thought about how much they made. While I have access to Xander's money and he has access to mine, I never looked at his account. I don't know if he's ever looked at mine, but I've done well for myself. I take pride in that.
We get ready in our rooms at the MGM Grand. The gala will be downstairs as well as an MMA fight that’s being held beforehand.
I'm wearing a lace jade, one shoulder long-sleeve, floor-length dress with a slit up one leg and scalloped detail throughout. When Lucy's stylists came in to help with my hair and makeup, I made sure to tell them that standing too close behind me was a no-go. I still, to this day, can't stand the feel of a stranger's breath on the back of my neck. It sends me into a full-on panic attack, and it's so not pretty.
When we’re all glammed up, and sitting ringside when the announcer broadcasts the first fighter.
"Johnny 'The Bone Crusher' Rodriiii-gueeeeez!"
The crowd erupts and so does the music.
Falling Down. I’ve heard them on the radio, on my iPod, and even on TV, but I haven’t seen them live since before they hit number one.
It's all drums and cheers and riffs and chaos—and then it's Jesse Kingston. He’s in his element up there with his aviators on, jeans, and black Metallica t-shirt. And that voice of his—I’m woman enough to admit it’s sexy as hell when he growls as he is known to do. The crowd screams—mostly female screams are what I hear.
I know who you are
I know where you come fromI know where you've beenI'm gonna stop you from where you're goin'
I'm going to break youI'm going to crush youI'm going to rape youI'm going to annihilate you
You won't see me comin'
I'm stalking my preyYou won't see me comin'
I'm the bone crusher, hey!
You think you know meYou think I care
You think you're the shitYou think I’m fuckin' scared
Dream on, you won't rip meWalk on, you don't grip meGo on and think what you wantI'm comin' for you
I'm going to break youI'm going to crush youI'm going to annihilate youI'm going to conquer you
I'm!
Going!
To crush!
Yooooou!
Yeah, I'm gonna crush youI'm gonna grind you downI'm gonna crush youI'm gonna crush you
Crush! You!
Cheers go up for the band and the fighter.
"Wow. That was really intense," Sera mutters.
