out?” Atlas asked the eager crowd. Every one of them shouted how much they wanted it.
“Then, DJ Edge, take it away.” With a sweep of Atlas’s hand, Ledger began. “Give Me Everything” by Pitbull began to play. The mix brought the whole place to life, and it set the tone for how outrageous tonight was going to be.
For three straight hours, Ledger, Trinity, and Ziggy flawlessly battled their mixes. It was insane, and everyone in the club was losing their minds with how epic the show was. When they announced they were taking a break, and set the music to play so people could still dance and be entertained, I took a moment to check out the crowd.
I loved hearing them praise Ledger, and Ziggy and Trinity deserved the praise also. I was about to turn toward Max to ask for water, when someone caught my eye. They were familiar, but I couldn’t place them. What made them stand out was the fact that they weren’t smiling, dancing, or with anyone. They were methodically walking to what appeared to be the side of the stage. I got up to go follow but was stopped by Toby.
“So, great show, right?”
I didn’t take my eyes off the person, and I knew if I didn’t get closer, I’d lose them. “Yeah, great I gotta—”
“I know you want to go talk to Ledger, I just wanted to see what you thought.”
The guy was out of my line of sight now. I didn’t have an earpiece to tell Ciro something felt weird, but I knew Toby did.
“Toby, do me a favor. Tell Ciro I saw something weird and to meet me by the stairs of the stage.”
Toby furrowed his brow, clearly confused, but did what I asked.
“What’s going on, Shane?” Toby followed me as I walked.
“I’ll tell you everything—I just need to get over there.”
We walked fast and beat Ciro. But when I reached the stairs no one was there but a single rose and a small box. On the box was DJ EDGE in block letters.
“What’s that?” Toby asked about to touch it.
“Don’t.” I grabbed his arm. “This isn’t the first thing he’s gotten.”
I knew Toby had a million questions, but Ciro arrived, his gaze immediately zoning in on the rose and box.
“Did you see who put this here?” Ciro leaned closer to the box, never touching it, like he knew.
“I saw someone who was out of place. Like not a typical club-goer. I was following him but lost him. I asked Toby to tell you, but by the time I got here he was gone.” I knew I shouldn’t have pursued the guy, but I wasn’t dumb enough to tackle him or anything. I just wanted to see who it was.
“Look, Ledger has a couple of hours more to work. After the show, we can tell him. If we talk to him now, he won’t be able to concentrate,” Ciro said, and I knew he was right. “I’m going to grab some gloves and take this into Atlas’s office. When we’ve cleared out later, I think it’s a good time to all have a chat.” Ciro quirked a brow in a very “enough is enough” kind of way.
“Yeah, okay.” I looked over at Toby, who was clearly as upset over this as Ciro. No one liked being left in the dark, but we weren’t sure how serious it was.
For the rest of the night, tension filled the air. Ciro’s guys circled the floor like vultures, and Toby wouldn’t leave my side, as if whoever was stalking Ledger was coming after me too. I knew at some point someone told Max and Atlas, because they weren’t as happy-go-lucky as they usually were.
My mind kept wandering to the box and what was in it. Who was doing this to Ledger?
Chapter Twelve
Ledger
My whole body felt alive. Playing with Ziggy and Trinity on stage was a massive rush. We were so in sync that our songs melted into each other, and I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed with so much carefree abandon.
I watched Shane as he sat at the bar all night. Most of the time he was smiling and talking with someone. We made eye contact a lot, and each time his gray gaze zinged its way through my heart and right down to my cock. Shit, he did things to me.
After we took a break and got back onto the stage, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Shane wasn’t smiling as much.