"Oh, my full name. You mean business," Mal mocked and snorted. "What's her name?" He always could read me like a book. I rarely used his name. It was always Mal. When I did, he knew I didn't want to play his games.
"Blake," I said curtly, walking over, trailing my eyes over his body. I couldn’t stop myself. I was weak. Blake and Mal couldn’t be more different. Blake was soft and curvy, skin free of any ink or piercings. The green streak in her hair made her seem edgy, but she wasn’t. Mal, on the other hand, had shaggy, dishwater blonde hair that covered the tips of his ears, a death moth tattooon his throat, and deep chocolate brown eyes. I joked that it was because he was full of shit, but I loved getting lost in them. He was all lean muscle but thin and a foot shorter than me. While Blake made my world turn, Mal made it stop.
Mal and I had messed around for years. We'd experimented and definitely liked women, but when it came to men, we only seemed to like each other. I had cut things off when I’d met Blake, but... seeing him again stirred things inside my gut. He was mine too, but in different ways.
This was such a bad idea.
He wasn't mine like Blake was, I didn’t care who he fucked around with. As long as another man didn't touch him. The last one that had tried, I had put my knife in, which caused the attempted murder charge. I spilled blood for both of them already. No one went after what was mine and got away with it.
They both belonged to me: my Rosebud and my Songbird, and man, did I love making Mal sing for me in the bedroom. I couldn't think about that now. I needed Mal to get ready, and I needed to save myself for Blake.
I needed tofocus. “Let's get you changed before someone sees you and your manager makes them sign an NDA and bitches me out.”
“She must be pretty important,” Mal said, turning to walk toward his trailer. “She’s mine,” I told him, following behind him. We'd only been together for seconds, yet I knew his game. He wanted all the details to make a move, himself. If he took her from me, then I would be free for him. “I was too,once,” he reminded me, making me sigh. “That was different. We weren’t official. It was just fooling around.” I said coldly. “You're the one who said that, remember?”
“Ethan...”
“Don't. Let's just get you changed.” I knew why he'd done it. Mal was tricked and let someone get in his head. It didn't hurt any less, but I understood.
“Yeah, okay.” My Songbird went into his trailer, and I stood outside, keeping an eye out.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter three
Blake
Icouldn't stop grinning. Finally, after years of following them, I was finally going to see my favorite band.The Mistakes. I was obsessed with them and basically stalked the lead singer, Malvor.
The Mistakeswere a band of masked men who kept their identity secret by wearing horror movie character masks. The drummer wore a Freddy mask. The bassist wore a Jason mask and was the second ever bassist of the group. I'm not exactly sure what happened to the original one. Then, there was the lead guitarist with a Michael mask. There used to be a ghost face at the start of the band, but he had left before the first album.Lastly, the lead singer wore a purge mask with X's over his eyes and told people to call him Malvor.
I discovered them early on, on Vidtube, but they never came close to Georgia before tonight. Tonight, they were in Atlanta, and they were mine.
Giving a little squeal and a hop, I gave myself one more look over in the mirror. My fishnets hugged my thighs perfectly. Not too tight or too loose, and my pleather shorts hugged my ass. I had to keep checking that it didn't show too much of my cheeks. I wanted to show off, which I never did. But on the off chance I got noticed by Malvor… who was I kidding? Notice me? I wasn't pretty enough and was too big for him to have any interest.No. Those weren't my thoughts; they were my ex's–Ben. He always talked to me like that to try and keep me attached to him. He was wrong; I was gorgeous, with long legs, stunning hair, curves, and a big rack.
I grinned and nodded, fixing my hot pink crop top, and grabbed my keys before heading out.
***
There were so many people here tonight. It was amazing to see everyone supportingThe Mistakes.They deserved to be worshiped. Tonight was going to be the best night of my life.
I made my way to VIP at the front. I wanted to be in the first row to see them the best so of course I splurged on VIP tickets.
My hair bounced behind me as I walked, looking around as they set up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw one of the security guards.
Tall, taller than even Malvor, with red hair and the prettiest dusting of freckles I'd ever seen on a man. Not to mention the most gorgeous set of jade green eyes. His tattoos made him look menacing. Like he could do some damage. One arm was a fullblack out tattoo and the other was a sleeve of what looked like mythology themes? I recognized a horse and a rider with an old-style Greek or roman helmet and there was a bird peeking out under his shirt sleeve. On each hand he had vines that wrapped around his thumb and first finger. I couldn't help but wonder how they would look around my throat.
There was something about him that made the world stop. I swallowed and looked away. If I talked to him, he'd probably think I was trying to get to the band. In truth, I was afraid to try. My fiancé had left after a nasty fight. He’d been fed up with me and how I looked. Three years of him to just vanish, no calls, no text. He was just… gone. I was scared of being rejected. To get close to someone again so that they can be gone the next second without a trace. Swallowing hard, I walked over, our eyes connecting. His expression had a bit of shock in it as I walked up. Did I look that bad? Tucking my hair behind my ear nervously, I said the only thing I could think of. “Hello.” He gave a small smile, letting out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “Hello.”
“Nice, uh… nice weather tonight.”Someone shoot me.
“Weather? Hm, yeah. I guess.” He nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a grin.
“Too bad you won’t be able to see the stars… you know… lights?” I gave a nervous laugh and bit my lip as I motioned with my hand towards the sky.
“I don’t think anyone will notice. Too busy watching the show. Honestly, though, I think I'd rather watch you.” He said, sticking out his hand. “Ethan, but my friends call me E.” He winked.
My face flushed, and I hesitated before giving him my hand. “Blake.” I swallowed. “It’s nice to meet you, Blake. Fan of the band?”
