Backstage Mandy Bee (book series to read .TXT) 📖

out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. He gets in to bed with me and pulls me to him, I don’t fight him but my heart is racing.

“Did you hear what I said about the TV show?” I ask him nervously.

“Yeah, that’s fine. We can find something else to do.” He is running his hand over my shoulder, over and over again. It’s maddening!

“Like what?” My voice came out a little too husky.

“Hmmm, I know.” He gives me a wicked grin then leans down and claims my lips.

Where the hell could they be? It’s after two in the morning and the boys are still not home. What’s worse is that none of them are answering their phones. I’m sitting in the living room just staring at the front door, wishing that it would open and they would walk in.

After Justin and I had some fun kissing and touching we stretched out to watch TV. That’s when I realized that the guys were still gone. After trying all their cell phones a few times each, I started to worry. We called the bar that Justin said he left them at. The bartender said that the ‘Freak Street punks’ left not long after Justin had. We waited a little bit and tried calling them again, all the phones went straight to voice mail, then the real panic hit.

I called all the hospitals, and the police stations with in fifty miles of our house, no luck there. After that I came in here to wait, staying in the bedroom was driving me crazy. I jumped at any little noise, thinking it was them.

“Here.” Justin hands me some coffee, I don’t need it to stay awake, my fear is doing a good job of keeping me up.

“Thanks, did you try their cells again?” I ask him, I have left Chris so many messages that his mail box is full.

“Yeah, still goes to voice mail.” I take a deep breath and try not to break down “It will be okay, I’m sure they are just out partying.” He says while pulling me onto his lap, carefully so I don’t spill my coffee.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, I’m too scared to look at the clock. We don’t talk, we just wait and wait and wait. Damn it Chris where are you? My mind is racing with the thoughts of what could have happened to him. Then I get an idea.

“Hey, where is my computer?” I ask him and bolt off his lap.

“On your night stand why?” He asked having to run to keep up with me. I dashed off to my room. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to check all the gossip sites. Most of them post new stories every few hours. If the guys did something dumb, like get really drunk and caused problems somewhere. Then maybe the press was there and may have already posted something.” I’m typing like crazy.

I go to the search engine and type ‘Freak Street band at bar’ then refine it to the latest posts. Oh shit! There is a picture of all three of them at a strip club! My heart stops when I see who is sitting on Chris’s lap, Tammy! The bimbo’s a stripper, well that doesn’t surprise me.

“Call a cab, now!” I snap at him, he doesn’t ask questions. The picture was posted only ten minutes ago so hopefully they are still there. I look up the address of the club and write it down.

“We are going to a strip club?” He looks at me like I’m crazy.

“We are going to get our brothers and bring them home before something happens.”

It took thirty minutes to get to the club. We jump out and head to the door. There is a big black guy standing there with a smirk on his face.

“You ain’t getting in here jail bait.” He says too me.

“My brother is in there and he is drunk, I’m here to get him!” I hiss at him. Then he sees Justin.

“Hey you’re the lead singer of Freak Street. Man, your band is in there having a blast. Go on in.” He waves him in. Justin takes my hand pulling me along. “Sorry,” the big jerk puts his hands up “I can’t let her in.”

“This is Flower, she is with the band. We need to get the others and head back to the house. She is going in with me.” Justin say with a ‘Don’t fuck with me’ voice. The guy nods and we walk in.

What a dump. This looks more like a whore house then a strip club. Not that I would really know what either of those would look like. But this one looks nothing like the ones you see on TV shows. We spot the guys almost as soon as we walk in. They are in booth by the stage. I start stomping over there and I’m ready for the fight of my life. Then I stop and regroup, I know how to play this to where the fighting will happen at home and not in public.

“Hello boys.” I say in the sweetest voice ever as I go and sit by Chris. Justin stands behind me.

“Flower! How did you…..wait….what are you……how did you find us?” Chris says, I guess seeing his baby sister at a strip club has freaked him out.

“You guys made the news on a gossip website. Someone took a picture and posted it.” I look around for Tammy but can’t see her.

“You need to get out of here, you can’t be in a place like this.” Scot says to me. Aww that’s sweet, he is trying to look out for me. Sorry jackass I’m not leaving here until you do.

“Why not? Y’all looked like you were having so much fun, we thought we would come join you. You know until it was time to go home.” I’m acting like everything is okay, my voice is smooth, and I’m smiling like