Guarding January by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-02-20T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

RYE PULLED Jeff through the backstage area toward the back door, walking fast, refusing to stop for anyone.

A fucking razor. Someone had made it onstage with a fucking razor. He was going to kill someone.

He got Jeff into the SUV waiting for them. “Drive,” he snarled at the driver.

“I didn’t do my encore.” Jeff was trembling, dripping with sweat.

“I don’t fucking care.” Rye put his arm around Jeff, pulling him close. “I’m not giving anyone else a chance at you. And we’re cancelling tomorrow night’s show.”

“What? We can’t do that! Everyone will be pissed. Everyone. We can’t.”

“If the venue can’t keep the psychos out, they don’t get you.”

Jeff was panting, breathing hard, focused somewhere else.

“Are you okay? Did they cut you?”

“I don’t think so. There’s so much blood anyway.”

“We’ll take a shower as soon as we get to the bus.” They’d stopped staying at the hotels, choosing to be a little out of the way and private.

Rye was so fucking pissed off he couldn’t breathe. He wanted to take Jeff home and tell the whole fucking world to get fucked. He was mad at the venue for fucking letting people with razors fucking inside. He was pissed at the security staff—men he’d hand-fucking-picked himself—for letting the psycho onstage. He was pissed at himself for letting Jeff continue on with the fucking tour when he knew it was eating Jeff up.

He wanted to scream, rage against the world. He wanted to hit something. Hard. If there was one single scratch on Jeff. One.

A bruise.

A nick.

Anything.

They got to the bus, and Rye scanned the area, then went in with Jeff, locking the door behind them. “Shower.”

“Let me get my costume off.”

Rye helped, tugging at the blood-soaked mess, tossing it toward the front of the bus to get the smell away from them. It was insane, the layers of flimsy clothes, the leather corsets, the boots.

He finally had Jeff naked, then stripped down himself and pushed them both into the little bus shower. The water beat down against them, pounding hard, washing the fake blood away.

Grabbing the shampoo, he worked it through Jeff’s hair. His fingers tangled in Jeff’s hair, tugging some.

“Careful!”

He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. “Sorry.”

“I’m okay. You did your job.”

“You’ll have to forgive me if I need to check that for myself.”

“Uh-huh. I do. Forgive you. I mean, whatever.” Jeff rolled his eyes, the black makeup making him look like a raccoon. “I mean, please. Yes.”

“Shit, your contacts.” Luckily they had more than one pair. He held his hand out for them.

“Man, you must be wigged out. You never forget them.”

“More furious than wigged out.” He tossed them out into the toilet once Jeff had taken them out. Then he carefully soaped up Jeff’s face, working on getting rid of the makeup.

Jeff seemed calmer—in fact, the more ramped up he got, the calmer Jeff seemed.

Rye got the makeup off Jeff, then turned off the shower. “I need to actually be able to see you to make sure you’re not hurt.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.