Page 50 of Renegade
I put her back onto her feet and wink at her. “I need to do this and then we can get out of here.” I walk back to center stage, feeling like a completely different person than the one who was just here. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. My girl just got here and I needed to welcome her,” I say into the microphone and I’m sure the crew is all too excited to run with this bit of information. Thing is, I don’t give a shit anymore. She’s mine and I want the fucking world to know.
We finish sound check a half hour later, finally happy with the way it sounds. I just hope to hell they manage to do that tonight. We walk off stage and I grab Brooklyn, tossing her over my shoulder. She lets out a squeal and I laugh. We all head back to the bus, Brooklyn still over my shoulder and I climb in. “Be back, I need to talk to my girl,” I say and continue down to the bedroom. Walking in I want nothing more than to toss her on the bed, strip her naked and reacquaint myself with her body. I don’t do that though, I let her slide down my body and place my hands on either side of her face. “I’ve missed you more than you could imagine, but I need to be honest, I feel like something is wrong. So, I’m here asking you to be honest with me.”
She swallows a few times before pulling away from me and sitting down on the bed. I cross my arms, heart pounding in my chest and look down at her. She starts to chew her lip before looking up at me. “So things didn’t go like I planned,” she says, looking back down at the floor.
I sit beside her and lift her chin to look at me. “What happened?”
She takes a deep breath and blows it out. “I got fired,” she says, looking beaten down.
“Oh fuck,” I say and wrap my arms around her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She’s quiet for a while, just resting her head on my chest. I don’t know how to feel right now. I’m pissed that she didn’t tell me, so that I could be there for her. In the same breath, I’m sad watching how hurt she is right now. She finally sits up and gives a weak smile. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel sorry for me. I know money is no object for you, but I needed my job.”
Yep, I’m pissed. “Just because money is no object for me doesn’t mean I wouldn’t understand. I wasn’t always rich and famous you know. I grew up with nothing. My parents worked their asses off and we never got ahead. When they were killed, I was only eighteen years old. I was working two jobs and trying to get shit going with the band. Don’t be so quick to judge because of what I have now.” She looks at me in shock and I shake my head. “You are right though, I do feel bad. It’s because of you coming on tour that you lost your job. I’ll figure it out, just tell me what you owe and how much you have.” I’ll just pay everything off for her and she can be pissed about it later.
“Fitz, I had no idea your parents passed away. I’m so sorry,” she says, climbing onto my lap and holding onto me.
I rub my hands on her back and lay my head on her chest. “I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but yes. They were killed in a car accident. They were the only family I had,” I lift my head and look at her. “Besides the guys and now you.”
“Oh Fitz,” she says and presses her lips to mine.
I break the kiss all too quickly and grin at her. “It’s alright baby, I miss them, but they are always with me. That’s why I got this tattoo,” I say and place my hand on the tattoo of my last name on my chest. She kisses me again and I smile against her lips. “Brooklyn, I want to know what you owe and when.”
She shakes her head and sighs. “I don’t want your money Fitz, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I have my savings and I just need to be fr
ugal until I find another job.”
Anyone else would have taken the money without so much as a second thought. Not my girl though, she wants to do things on her own and I give her a lot of fucking respect for that. I can’t say I’m happy about it and that I won’t stop offering to help, but I fucking respect it.
“Alright, we will figure it out. Anything else you need to tell me?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. I fucking hope not, because I need to be buried in her before the show tonight. She chews her lip and shakes her head. She’s lying. I use my thumb to release her lip and tilt my head. “No lies, remember.”
She closes her eyes and blows out a breath. “It’s nothing really. I was just disappointed about not being able to get some new clothes before coming.” Her eyes get wide as soon as I smile. “No way, I don’t want you to buy me anything. You wanted to know why I seemed distant and those are the reasons. I’m not asking or expecting anything.”
For now I’ll let it go, but she has to realize at some point that I want to and will give her everything I have to give. I want to take care of her not only emotionally and sexually, but financially. Right now though, I just need her worship her.
**
After spending a good two hours getting reacquainted, we lie in bed, wrapped around each other. “Brooklyn, you know we have a show tonight.”
She turns her head and smiles at me, sexual bliss still gleaming from her. “Of course I know.”
“So there will be a little pre party and a huge after party. Remember what I told you about the girls,” I say, wanting her to be prepared for everything that will happen.
“Fitz, relax. I’m not worried about any of it. I’m actually excited to see the show from the side of the stage,” she says and kisses my lips.
I roll on top of her and smile down. “Good, because that’s where I want you.”
“Yo, Fitz, Brooklyn, finish up and get out here for food and drinks,” Ethen yells through the door and I roll my eyes.
“Looks like we’re wanted,” she says, giggling.
“Yep. You ready to get dressed and start this night?” I know I keep asking, but I just want her to know this night is not going to be like the last concert she was at. I can’t rush off after and keep her to myself. We need to be front and center and she’s going to be a part of that.
She pushes up on my chest and we sit up. “Get dressed, Fitz.”
We head out to the main area of the bus and Poppy grabs Brooklyn away from me and hugs her. “Damn, I wasn’t sure we’d see you at all. How is everything?” she asks, looking from her to me.
“Everything is perfect,” Brooklyn says and smiles at everyone. “Hey guys.”