can you remove the handcuffs? I need my arms to dance.”
My wrists are set free as quick as they were locked.
“You’re right,” Delila finishes, and just like that, the blindfold is torn off my eyes. “We can’t have her in there without knowing what to expect.” She eyes me up and down, and I squirm. I don’t like Delila, nor do I trust her. “We will wait until we’re on the road. For now,” she says to me, a smirk on her mouth, “make yourself at home. Get to know people without getting to know them too well, and for the love of God, Dove—” Her fingers wrap around my chin, directing my face up to hers. “Don’t get yourself killed.” She pats my cheek and smiles sweetly before stepping back and looking out to the audience of performers. “We leave tomorrow night. First stop is here, New York.” She starts walking away when she grumbles, “Hopefully, we can find another Beatrice while we’re at it.”
When Delila is out of earshot, I turn to face Kingston and the other four. “Want to explain to me what it is that you do so that I can at least get a feel for it?”
“No,” Keaton says, turning to leave behind Delila.
“She can’t be your fifth. That’s too close.” Keaton kicks out his legs, lighting up a cigarette. My finger continues to caress my upper lip as I watch all three of them. I see where they’re coming from, but at the same time, it makes my task easier.
“He’s right. She can’t. I mean, she’s good, but you haven’t had a fifth. Ever.” Kyrin argues.
“What the fuck? How can none of you see what I see? Y’all need some glasses or have something to tell me? That girl dominates the room when she dances. You’re telling me that that’s not his fifth?” Killian, being himself, is fighting for the girl. Good for her. She’ll need all the fans that she can get, but that still doesn’t argue the fact that I’m going to destroy her.
I clench my jaw. Their bickering is balancing on my last nerve, and I know it’s my last because I used up all the rest of them when Dove walked up in here.
Once.
Twice.
“And have you ever seen someone as fucking hot as her? The doe eyes and dark red hair. I’m fucking digging it. It’s the same color as my Ferrari.” Killian still won’t shut the fuck up, and he’s managed to now introduce his pride and joy.
“Enough,” I growl, glaring at Killian. The fact that he’s the first one to have his balls in the palm of his hands over this chick isn’t surprising. “I don’t want her in my space any more than any of you, only for obviously different reasons.”
Keaton shakes his head, his fingers diving into his thick mane. “Why didn’t Delila put her in Midnight? They could do with another.”
“Because Midnight has Rose, and Dove is too advanced for them,” I answer fluidly, needing either a joint or a glass of something strong to take the edge off.
I kick off my bed and make my way to the front of the RV where Justice is sitting in the driver’s seat. “Why are you on the chair already? We don’t leave until tomorrow.” Justice is our driver, and when we’re on the road, he bunks with us. Our RV is the biggest one out of the Mayhem family, so he fits into our dynamic easily. He’s older than the rest of us, hovering in his late thirties. There have been rumors going around about him and Delila for years, but he denies it all. I’m not a dumb motherfucker, though. I can smell the pussy on him some nights when he rolls into bed.
We have four bedrooms in here with a small fifth should we need it. And by fifth, I mean it’s the room at the very back of the RV with nothing but a bed inside and a curtain to keep it separated from the rest of the RV—which is where Justice sleeps.
“Didn’t you hear?” Justice teases boldly.
“Why the fuck are you smirking?” I narrow my eyes at him. Just as he opens his mouth, there’s a loud knock on the door.
I’m still glaring at him as I back up and pull it open. “What?” I snap, finally dragging my venomous glare away from Justice and to—“What the fuck do you want now?”
Dove flinches. If I were a better man, I would feel