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says matter-of-fact. Whatever, Desiree doesn’t manage this dick, so she just needs to stick to what she was hired to manage.
    “How was it?” Gable asks. Now this surprises me. He normally doesn’t get involved in our shit. He’s more of the quiet, introverted one. We give him his space.
    “Guys, we’re not talking about this…c’mon. Stop giving me shit. Where are the hoes at? You guys need some groupie love or something.” I shake my head and get up to finish off some more of the bourbon I had before going on stage. Truth is, my thoughts are on Lourdes, and her reaction to seeing me with Ivy, rather than the actual fucking. I didn’t have any problems fucking bitches until she came back into the picture. What the hell is this feeling? Guilt?
    “Fine. Be that way, man. And for your information, we’re chilling on having groupies back here tonight. This is only our first show. We want to let it all soak in and enjoy the experience. There will be plenty of time for that. Trust me,” Keyser explains.
    “Damn, they’re killing it,” Xander says bringing everyone’s attention back to Reckless Ambition’s performance on the screen. I’m thankful for the reprieve.

    The band is nearing the end of their set when Lily comes waltzing in to join us and she’s alone.
    “Where’s Lourdes?” Xander and I ask simultaneously.
    “Don’t cock block, boys,” she slurs. “She’s just right outside the door with some sexy guy she met. He’s hot as shit. I only have eyes for you though, Xander.” She’s giggling and it is so obvious that she’s had one too many tonight. Xander grabs her and pulls her to him, before giving me his handle-that look.
    “On it,” I say to him. I swing the door open and I see some fucking douche bag with his hands plastered on Lourdes’s ass trying to bring her closer to him. And she’s fucking letting him. What the fuck? Then she stumbles a little bit from him tugging on her. She’s drunk. I swear I see red spots of rage.
    “Get your fucking hands off of her before I break them, you stupid fuck!” He looks up at me briefly before retuning his attention back to Lourdes. He waves one hand to dismiss me.
    “Leave us alone, Diesel,” Lourdes slurs, sounding similar to Lily. Mad is not even the right adjective at the moment. This suicidal motherfucker squeezes her ass harder, and I lose it. The guys come out into the hall just as I yank his dumb ass away from Lourdes and pin him against the wall. I’m about to punch his fucking face in when she grabs my wrist.
    “Don’t, Diesel,” she manages to get out. Only she can’t hold on. She falls flat on her ass.
    I shove blondie against the wall one more time before I reach down for Lourdes. My guys are at my side by this point. Gable must have told him to get the fuck away while he could. I want to hold her and yell at her all at the same time. I can’t show my cards though. I can’t let on what I’m really feeling. I help her up and she clings to me to stay upright. And this is what the fuck this dirt bag wanted? She can barely stand, let alone walk. My blood is boiling. If looks are anything to go by, Xander is pretty pissed too. We can hear Anderson and Ivy wishing everyone a goodnight so we know it’s time to go. There will be no after party tonight.
    “I’m going to help Lily to the bus. I’m so pissed at both of them I could spit,” he says. We don’t really see him phased by much. He is irate right now and has every reason to be. I don’t want to even think about if they hadn’t made their way back to our dressing room. “You got my sister?”
    “Yeah. Let’s go. Their asses are going to hear about this tomorrow,” I assure.
    “Definitely,” he agrees. He heads toward the back where our bus is parked and Keyser and Gable follow him. Lourdes needs to grab her clutch first so we go back inside our dressing room for her to grab it. When we come out, we run into Ivy and the guys.
    “What do we have here?” Ivy