STAR (A 44 Chapters Novel Book 3) by BB Easton

Author:BB Easton [Easton, BB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Art by Easton
Published: 2018-04-09T18:30:00+00:00

I wanted to go home, but when I pulled up to the corner, my car didn’t turn right, toward the modest gray house in the suburbs where I kept my things. It turned left, toward the Masquerade. Hans was my home now, and I had to find him. I had to tell him that I didn’t care. That it didn’t matter if someone else had touched his body. My body. One day, our bodies would burn, just like all the others before them, and our souls would hold hands and dance around the fire.

When the Masquerade came into view at the bottom of the hill, my heart leaped into my throat. Baker’s white panel van was still parked in the loading dock. My foot flattened the clutch as I prepared to pull in, and my sweaty palm slid off the gearshift when I yanked it down into second. I turned left onto the access road that ran beside the old factory and then left again into the gravel loading area behind the building.

My headlights illuminated everything from the fire escape to the half-wall, but the guys were nowhere to be seen. I cut the engine and got out of the car, but I didn’t hear them either. All I heard was the repetitive electronic pulses coming from the bottom floor of the building.

Hell.

I left my car parked there and ran around to the front entrance. Flashing my wristband yet again at the door guy, I blew past and dashed up the stairs to Heaven. The crowd had dissipated. The bars were vacated. And the stage contained nothing but some speakers, a few mic stands, and a blow-up sex doll, probably tossed onstage by an enthusiastic fan. Dashing up the stairs to the elevated platform, I peeked into the curtained backstage area and found a couple of guys wearing CREW T-shirts, smoking a joint.

“Hey,” I panted, “do you guys know where Phantom Limb went? Are they still here?”

The curly-haired one took a big hit and held the smoke in his lungs as he squeaked out, “Yeah…I saw Trip down in Hell not too long ago.” He exhaled and coughed.

His long-haired friend added, “Dude, I want whatever that motherfucker’s on.”

“I know, right?” Curly passed the joint with another small cough. “Little dude’s on fire tonight.”

“Thanks!” I chirped, hauling ass back down the rickety metal staircase.

I passed through the layer of smoke that clung to Purgatory, the world’s saddest blues bar, and turned left at the bottom of the stairs, into a huge warehouse-style rave. The black lights and strobe lights and disco balls were in full effect. Everyone was wearing fluorescent clothing and day-glow body paint. You could practically smell the ecstasy being sweated out by the writhing, grinding, glow-stick-waving, pacifier-sucking ravers on the dance floor. The concrete vibrated under my feet to the unce-unce-unce of the DJ’s house beat. And standing on the bar, spraying a bottle of champagne on the crowd below, was Triple X.

I pushed my way over to

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