Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Your fans are bitterly disappointed; how will you make it up to them?”
“Well.” I smile. “That’s what I wanted to talk about. Everyone else who has paid for a ticket, has been entitled to see a full show, and those people who purchased a ticket to last night’s show should be able to, also. So, I’ll be offering the obvious refund in full, but I am also going to be doing a free entry show tomorrow night for all those ticket holders to attend, if they so wish.”
Reporters go nuts with questions and security has to calm them down, barking “One at a time!”
“What about your other fans? They will be disappointed they don’t get the chance to come to a free show.”
“Sadly, that is true, and I’m very sorry for any disappointment caused. As I said, however, those fans did get a show but last night’s fans did not, and that simply isn’t fair. I’d offer the same, no matter who or where it happened.”
“That’s a kind gesture,” another reporter yells. “Where will these fans be able to find details?”
“A mass email and alert is being sent to all the people who purchased a ticket, so they will have proof of entry. The show will be held in the same place, at the same time as last, tomorrow night. I will be putting details on all my social media pages, as well as my website.”
“Do you expect backlash from this??”
I shrug. “Perhaps, and if that’s what I receive I will accept it. I let my fans down. I’m doing what I can to make that up to them.”
“What if nobody shows?”
Inside, I’m laughing. Nobody misses a free show. Not even angry people. But instead, I smile. “I will be there, singing, no matter what.”
“That’s all for today,” Susan says, stepping in. “Details on Scarlett’s show will be posted within the hour, and all the people who purchased a ticket will be notified. Thank you.”
Security hustles me out the back, and when the doors are closed, I exhale and my shoulders slump. That was intense, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Now to face the angry online mob that will no doubt arise when not everyone realizes they’re getting free tickets. I can only pray it isn’t so bad.
Pray.
Hard.
~*~*~*
MAVERICK
“Koda,” I say, answering the phone sleepily.
“Bro, how’s things?”
“Mal tell you to call me?” I mutter, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. Fuck, it’s way too early to be dealing with the club right now. I’m fucking tired. Scarlett’s free show was on last night, and after all the shit I saw online with her fans, and then her ex showing up at her last show, I was beside myself with concern that something would happen to her. I couldn’t get into the show, to make matters worse, so I just had to sit outside, wondering if any of the fuckers going in was her deranged ex-boyfriend.
She made it out okay, and I crashed into exhaustion.
“Yeah, he wanted to see if you had any more information yet.”
“On the ex?” I grumble, throwing my legs over the side of the uncomfortable as fuck bed and standing up.
I walk into the bathroom, balancing the phone on my ear, and free myself so I can take a leak.
“You pissin’ on the phone?” Koda asks.
“You wake me up from my sleep, I’m goin’ to piss on the phone. And no, I haven’t gotten any more information. She’s hittin’ the road again today, headed toward Seattle. She’s doin’ that, then down to Boise, Salt Lake City, and then she’s finished and home in Denver. I’ll roll back in then. Goin’ to keep followin’ her.”
“Figured as much,” he mumbles. “She’s told you nothin’ else then?”
“Haven’t spoken much to her, so that would be a no. Anything else?”
“Nah,” he chuckles, clearly amused by my mood. “Sounds like you need to go back to bed and get out the other side.”
“When’s Mal sendin’ more men?” I grunt, feeling my shoulders tense with frustration. I’m not sure where it’s stemming from.
I need to find a pussy tonight.
I need release.
“Mal and I are hittin’ the road, which is what I was gettin’ to. He has leads, conveniently, all in that area. He is thinkin’ it’s all related.”
Fuck. I was really hoping that wasn’t the case, but I’m starting to think it is. And if it is, is she actually involved in some way? Worse, is she keeping me distracted looking after her, so her damned ex-boyfriend can slip right through the cracks?
No.
Fuck. She just isn’t like that. She’s so damned pure.
Right?
“Mal is ridin’?” I mutter. “Fuck. Didn’t think he’d step out and take it directly into his hands.”
“Said he needs a break. When are you expectin’ to roll into Seattle?”
“Travelin’ half of today, and pullin’ up tomorrow. She has a show tomorrow night.”