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I shake my head at his stupidity, because I already told him. There was no deceit. I was transparent about why he had the gig.

“I told you before, dildo. I wanted her. That’s why. She is the fucking reason for everything.”

We walk over to the car, and I place my bloody bat in my bag and zip it up, so blood doesn’t get all over the car.

I turn to Axl and shake his hand.

“Thanks again.”

He grins at me.

“Let me know if a spot opens up.”

I chuckle. “You’ll be my first call, man. Tell Saint I said hello.”

Axl shakes his head. “Not a fucking chance.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MCKINLEY

I’ve spent the last several hours trying to figure out what this surprise is, because I’m like a kid, and cannot handle the suspense. I even called Mia, and we spent an hour on the phone debating about it. I haven’t talked to her much lately, so it was nice to have some girl time, even if it was over the phone. She had to go to Paris for fashion week, but we made plans to meet up sometime soon, because I miss her, and she says we need to celebrate me no longer being with the abusive asshole.

The thing is, I never saw it as abuse. There wasn’t one time when I didn’t think I deserved it. I thought if I’d just lose weight, I’d be worthy of him. I knew I was overweight. Not by a ton, but I am not thin. He had a point, or so I thought. Now Jagger says my weight isn’t a problem, and it confuses me. Every time he looks at me, it’s like he’s perfectly fine with my appearance, but I have to wonder if he wouldn’t prefer me smaller.Like Mia.

I’m sitting in the living room of his current penthouse suite. It’s lavish as hell. There’s a black ‘L’ shaped couch I’m currently sitting on. The walls are painted dark gray, with a large painting of a wolf on one wall. It seems out of place, even though it’s beautiful. Across the room there are three steps to a room that features a black grand piano, and a few guitars. It’s funny because it seems like the room was designed for Jagger, but maybe they get a lot of musicians here.

The door opens, and Jagger stands there staring at me, for what feels like a long moment. He slams it shut behind him and charges toward me. Leaning down, he takes my face in his big hands and presses his lips to mine. Sliding his right hand in my hair, he holds my head in place while he tilts his, and moves his tongue with mine. By the time he pulls back, I’m nearly panting with need.

“That is one hell of a greeting, Mr. Wild.”

He winks at me. “Are you ready?”

I have no idea what I’m ready for, but I nod in agreement because, whatever he has planned, I’m fine with it as long as I’m with him.

We walk up the steps to the plane and I ask, “Where are we going?”

He said he didn’t have a show today, so I’m confused as to why we are stepping onto a plane. Mid-step he stops, and speaks directly into my ear, “Somewhere I plan to fuck you nonstop, filthy girl.”

He chuckles at my expression as we continue walking onto the plane.

“That could be anywhere, Wild.”

We make our way to the back of the plane, and he points to his favorite spot. It’s a section with lots of legroom, and I take a seat. He sits beside me. “Get comfortable, baby. It’s going to be a long flight.”

“To?” I ask.

He laughs loudly. “Nice try, filthy girl.”

With a grin, he says, “Let’s play twenty questions.”

“Why?”

He strums my leg like it’s a guitar, causing me to giggle.

“I want to know everything about you, baby. You get two passes, if there’s something you don’t want to answer.”

I swallow hard, but nod in agreement. Hopefully he asks easy questions, like ‘what’s your favorite color’. There’s a lot about myself I have not told him, and I’m not honestly sure if I ever will. I just want to leave the past in the past, because if I don’t, I will lose him.

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