Page 110 of From Drummer to Gamer

Hmm, maybe I should do that.

“Yes, ma’am.” They all saluted her.

And in the next few minutes, Sierra transformed into a breathtaking version of herself. I sat quietly by her side like a shadow, my blood filled with awe as I watched her.

She instructed the team on the game strategy in a cool, confident voice as her eyes swept over them in laser-sharp focus. She had answers to all their questions and improvised like it was no one’s business.

I mean, I shouldn’t doubt her quick thinking and intelligence. Given the circumstances, I was genuinely surprised when she played the drums the other day with such fast precision.

I had to stifle a groan just thinking of that night. I didn’t even come, but it was the sexiest fucking sight I’d ever witnessed in my entire existence.

Just thinking about it makes me want to bust my nuts out.

Her quiet innocence, her breathy moans, and her fiery eyes just about would be my undoing.

“Who are we up against?” Sierra questioned Tin, who had just spoken in hushed whispers to the staff before returning to the table.

The fucker still spared a few glances my way like I was some vermin infesting the room, but I gave zero fucks about what he thought.

My girl wanted me here, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

“The Karmic Weavers,” he declared, settling down in the backward-facing chair he vacated earlier.

“Okay, we can get them. Their strength is weapon damage, so as long as we stay in our lane, shield, and focus on the prize, this should be an easy one,” Sierra stated.

They all nodded back, seriousness clouding their eyes as their faces morphed into an expression of complete trust.

And they chose the right person to give them all their trust. Even though she was the youngest, she knew exactly what she was doing. Sierra was eighteen, yet she commanded the team like a well-seasoned professional. It wasn’t something that anyone could do. Some would take years, and even then, they would fail.

She was so young, yet so smart and mature at the same time.

I knew Sierra was terrified of her parents knowing until there was substantial proof, but something told me one look at her unfazed ability on stage, and they would be so fucking proud of their daughter and her incredible talent.

It wasn’t long before they were called in, and Daisy Luna entered the arena with an air of poise, her eyes dashing straight to me, and for a brief second, my Sierra returned as she flashed me a small smile my way.

I gave her a slight encouraging nod and watched as she put on her cloak once again and aced the game like she was made for it. It only took them thirty minutes to win the game. That was how good they were.

That was how goodshewas.

It was almost dark when the group wrapped up for the day. It was a weird experience to be in the waiting line while she signed for a few fans and took a few photographs, only because I was usually the one who people waited for. But I would gladly wait for her moment to shine, however long she wanted.

“You did good,” I praised, kissing her forehead softly.

“Thanks,” she mumbled with a yawn as her head fell on my shoulder.

The poor thing barely had the juice to stand. That was how exhausted she was.

“I’ll be going then, guys,” Sierra muttered to her gang, and they agreed, sporting the same exhausted faces. Soon, they all hugged her goodbye and trudged down toward the old truck at the far end of the parking lot.

Except for one person.

Tin stood in a standstill regarding us with an expression that suited his name.

“Tin?” Sierra frowned, her palm cupping her mouth for yet another yawn. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I talk to you for a moment? Alone?” he attempted in a monotonous voice, yet it gave away the slithering fury underneath.

I tightened my hold on her shoulder and pulled Sierra closer to me. His eyes followed the move with a slight tick of his jaw, and I met his eyes in a defiant glare.

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