“What are you guys doing here?” I ask as Callum wraps his arms around me in a tight bear hug, picking me up off the ground as he swings me side-to-side.
Roman places a hand on the man’s bicep, cutting harsh eyes at him. “Drop our wife before I drop you.”
Callum eases me back to the ground with a sheepish expression as he scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry…”
“We were in the neighborhood and thought you were performing tonight,” Knox says casually as he stomps his cigarette out. “Turns out, it’s Luna. We were a day late.”
Somehow, I don’t believe that…
“Oh, yeah?” I challenge.
Callum smirks. “What can we say? We’re horrible at time management.”
“Eight years in the service…” Kairo mutters under his breath as he elbows me.
“Horrible at time management,my ass,” I gossip back.
“Well,” Roman sighs. “We have front row access, so we’ll see you after the show—”
I grab my husband’s lips, squishing them together. “You should come to our section. We have plenty of space.”
Roman glares at me, and I smile as I ignore my husband’s attitude. You would think with all the sex, he would loosen up.
“Sounds great!” Callum claps as we head for the doors. “So, what does Barbie sing anyway? Pop music is more my speed.”
I roll my lips in as metalheads dressed in baggy tactical pants with chains and band t-shirts pass us. “Oh, you’llreallylike Luna’s music then.”
Kairo and I laugh together as Maddox intertwines our fingers. Roman talks quietly to Knox up ahead, most likely noting the emergency exits.
That man.
Callum keeps the conversation cordial as we battle the crowd until we reach the back of the stage. I flash my platinum access badge to the stage crew before they allow us through.
Luna originally wanted me to flash them a handwritten note that just said:Fuck off, love, Luna.
I shot down her idea, much to her dismay, and purchased my pass online like a normal person.
The whole crew rushes around us as the venue comes to life with screaming fans. The band is already behind the backdrop that will rise once Luna begins her vocals. It’s nice to be on the other side—getting to observe rather than being the one running around on the stage.
Luna walks out of a back room as women flutter around her to fix her mic and finish her makeup. Heavy black eyeliner is smeared under her eyes, and she looks killer in thebaggy, green tactical pants that hang off her hips. She has a sheer black bodysuit tucked into the waistband, with a bra underneath. Her hair is styled into two long French braids as she guzzles back some water. Her eyes gloss over us before widening, and she chokes.
“Hey!” I shout, waving my hand. “Hope you don’t mind, but look at who we found!”
Callum waves animatedly to her, and she scowls at him. “Ugh.”
“Good to see you too, Barbie.”
“Stop calling me that,” she rolls her eyes before stepping towards the stage. She grabs the bust of my dress, pulling me until our noses almost touch. “I’m going to kill you.”
I smirk evilly. “No, you won’t. You love me.”
She kisses my forehead. “Just trying to remember your face before I bury you later.”
I push her playfully. “It’s show time. Don’t forget to smile!”
She lifts both her middle fingers towards me before turning back to the stage and realizing that someone moved the stairs. “Seriously?! Do any of you people know what you’re doing?”
Knox sighs under his breath before stepping behind her and placing his hands on her hips. Luna smacks him. “Let me go!”
