Page 98 of Queen Of Clubs
Griffin pours his heart and soul into that guitar. He’s like a dance as his fingers move along the strings, his head bobbing, body swaying.
I can’t help but start to dance along. Since they kidnapped me, I may have been listening to their music without them knowing. And yes, I’m still calling it that because that's what it was. I’m just not mad about it anymore.
Despite what happened last night, I feel amazing. I’m happy, smiling so damn wide all the time. I look up to find Calvin singing along to the song too.
He catches me looking and gives me a playful glare making me laugh.
As my eyes scan the crowd, watching all the fans jump around and sing along, but then something catches my eye.
There’s a woman in the front row, a small child in her arms. Squinting, I’m almost positive the child is crying. The mother's face is desperate, and as I look around her, I realize that the crowd is crushing the mother against the barricade.
My eyes widen as fear spikes through me. Where the fuck is security?! Shouldn’t they be paying attention to stuff like this?
Without thinking, I take off. “Jade!” Calvin calls after me, but I ignore him.
The guys keep playing as I rush past Griffin and jump down off the stage and over to the woman and child.
“Give her to me,” I scream over the music and crowd. She nods frantically, handing over her crying child. My heart breaks listening to the sobs from the little girl, but adrenaline has me determined to get both of them to safety.
“I’m going to get you out of here, okay?”
“Please,” she pleads. “I can’t breathe.”
Holding onto the little girl tightly, I start to scream at the people around here to get back.
“We can’t!” one guy calls out, his face a mask of worry. “They’re all pushing forward.”
“Can you help her over the gate?” I ask him and his buddies.
“We can try.”
They grab onto the woman and start to lift her. She’s full on sobbing now and frustrated tears spill down my face. I’ve heard of things happening at concerts like this but seeing it in person is horrifying.
“I got you.” Calvin appears at my side and helps the girl over.
When she makes it, she collapses into a fit of sobs in Calvin’s arms.
“What the fuck was that?” I scream at him, anger filling me. “Where the fuck is security?”
“I don’t know.” His jaw tightens, lifting the woman into his arms. “But I sure as fuck plan to find out.”
Someone from the band’s crew rushes over. “Take her. Keep her with her mother.” I look at Calvin. “Get her checked out.”
“I can’t leave you alone,” Calvin insists.
“I don’t give a fuck about me, Calvin,” I snap. “This woman could have gotten severely hurt or fucking died. And what about her kid? Go. Now.”
“Fucking hell, woman,” he growls at me but listens nonetheless. I hand the child over to the woman and both she and Calvin leave around the stage.
The music has stopped but the room is still filled with chaos.
Anger fuels my veins, and I hop back up onto the stage. I storm over to Zane who has a wild, confused look on his face. “What is going on?” he demands, but I snatch the mic from his hand.
“Listen up!” I snap, and the crowd starts to simmer down. Mostly because they want to know who the pissed off omega is that has the audacity to interrupt the show. “There are families with children here. Show some respect for the people around you. This isn’t a mosh pit, everyone on the floor should be in seats! Not rushing to the front like a pack of crazed animals. If you want them to continue, I’d advise you to sit the fuck down!”
The crowd breaks out into whispers as I spin around to face the guys. Chest heaving, eyes wild. “Do not keep this concert going unless they are sitting down, do you understand me?” Zane nods.
“What happened?”