Page 19 of Edge of Heaven

“And we will, but nothing is going to change tonight,” Angus says. “We might as well go have some fun.”

I hate to give in, but he’s right.

A platinum album—which means record sales topped a million copies—will give us more of a leg to stand on, both with our label and within the industry in general.

Until then, we have to push forward.

I don’t like it, but I understand it.

Maybe getting drunk is a good idea after all.

And finding a pretty lady to distract me from my negative thoughts.

We head toward the back lot where the tour buses are parked and I come around a corner just in time to see Callum—pants down around his ankles, a blonde on her knees in front of him sucking his dick.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, shaking my head in disgust.

“Gross.” Ryleigh makes a face and pulls out her phone. “I amsotexting this to Taryn.” Her voice is loud enough to get Callum’s attention, and he growls in her direction.

“You better not,” he says, pointing a finger at her.

“Or what?” Angus asks, putting an arm around Ryleigh.

Angus is the only one in the band who’s independently wealthy, so he typically doesn’t take any shit from Callum or anyone else.

“God dammit!” Callum roughly pushes the girl going down on him away and yanks his pants up. “You fuckers need to mind your own business.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t cheat on your girlfriend,” I snap.

“Mygirlfriend,” he reiterates. “Mybusiness. How about you mind yours?”

“How about you kiss my ass?”

Callum takes a step towards me, but Sam puts himself between us, giving Callum a dirty look.

“Maybe if you’re gonna cheat, you should consider not doing it out in the open where everyone can see you,” Sam says.

“Fuck you.” Callum zips up his pants and stalks in the other direction.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Tate asks the blonde, who fell on her side when Callum pushed her.

“Yeah…I guess.” She rubs her hip. “Thanks, though. He was holding my head and choking me.”

We all exchange glances, but no one says anything.

What is there to say? Callum’s bad behavior is well-known, and we put up with it to keep the peace.

That doesn’t sit well with me anymore, but it feels like I’m the only one.

When no one else says anything, I continue walking toward the bus because if I don’t, I might do something I regret.

Well, I won’t regret it, but it might not be good for the band.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Angus murmurs to me as we get on the bus.

“Doing what?” I ask, irritated. “Worrying about our reputation?”

“Letting Callum get under your skin,” Jonny says pointedly.

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