Wicked Innocence (Wicked Innocence 1)

I have nothing left to be...

Never alone, not forgotten

Not the first, but not the last

Broken, but not shattered

Ruined, but you saved me…

It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was the most wonderful moment of my entire life. Half the people standing there listening probably had no idea who the hell he was, but it didn’t matter, because it was clear that I was the person he cared about, and was sending me a message in front of all these people. This was all for me.

The song ended and I ran up to the edge of the stage. Laughing, he moved across the stage to me and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Are you going to kiss me?” he smirked.

“In front of all these people? No. But get me off this stage and I won’t be able to keep my hands off you,” I teased.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned at me. Waving to the crowd, he walked off the stage, his fingers linked in mine. We stood behind the set, unable to keep our hands off each other. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. His blue eyes twinkled as his lips twitched into a grin. “The look on your face when you looked up and saw me? Gold.”

“I’m going to kill that sister of yours for aiding your little plan there,” I muttered, kissing him.

He laughed. “Hey, don’t blame her. I had to use a lot of ammunition to get her to help me.”

I giggled and kissed him. My stomach flipped with every touch. Everything about him made me crazy. I looked up as someone cleared their throat. A man stood by the edge of the stage, an embarrassed expression on his face.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. Saxon, can I steal you for a few moments? This won’t take long.”

“Sure,” Saxon replied, pulling away from me. He raised his eyebrows at me before walking off with the man.

Leaving them alone, I went in search of Dee and Stace, who were listening to the next performer on stage. I gave Stace a playful punch on the arm.

“Hey,” she complained, grinning. “I had no choice. He was threatening to share things that should never be shared.”

“You owe me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Where’s Sax?” she asked, looking around.

“Talking to some guy in a suit,” I said, a twinge of anxiety hitting my stomach. Who was he, and what did he want?

Chapter Thirty-Two

Sax

My eyes widened. Had I just heard this guy right?

“Representation?” I repeated.

“Yes. I’m familiar with your success with Severed, and I also know about your, uh, problems following your departure from music, but I think you have a real talent as a solo artist. You have a very unique sound, and the good thing about you is you already have a very steady fan base from your days with Severed.”

“Wow. I’m flattered, but I don’t really know what to say.”

“Has getting back into music ever crossed your mind?” he asked.

“Well, of course it has. Music means everything to me. But the fame…I’d happily leave all that,” I muttered. I rubbed my forehead. Even the thought of it was giving me a headache.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, pressing in into my hand. James Archer, Amtrax Records. “Look, just think about it. Take as long as you need. If you want to discuss anything, give me a call.”

I nodded and shook his hand. I watched him walk away, not sure what to think. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how I felt about what just happened.