Rock Hard

We left the crowd begging for more, even after three encores. Any other time, I might have insisted on a fourth, but I wanted to get on with the night.

“Where’s Catherine?” I asked Rhone as we walked off stage.

“She went to the bathroom a while back, and didn’t come back yet,” she said. “I figured she needed some space or something. She’s probably in your dressing room.”

“Okay, I’ll find her,” I said. Of course, she was probably resting, I hadn’t really let her sleep too much.

“Great show!” Ian said, hugging me.

“Love you, bro,” I said, hugging him back. Talking wasn’t necessary. Apologies weren’t necessary. That’s just how we were, how we’d always been. Hot and cold.

“You driving to the Whiskey yourself?” he asked.

“You know how much I love my Jag,” I replied.

“Well, be careful of those fuckin’ paparazzi twats, they’re brutal in this town.”

“I can handle those cunts,” I replied. “I’m going to find Catherine and take a quick shower, I’ll meet you all there.”

Rocket and Rhys and Slade nodded and we went our separate ways. They’d all head over in the limo, but I always insisted on driving myself around when I was in LA. They knew better than to argue with me. Last time they’d tried to get me to do something I didn’t want to, it didn’t turn out so well.

I walked into the dressing room, my cock already hard with anticipation of laying my hands on Catherine.

“Luv?” I called, as I entered the empty room. I figured she had to be in the loo. I knocked and waited. Silence. I opened the door and saw she wasn’t there either.

I walked back into the hallway and ran into Ian and Rhone.

“Have you guys seen Catherine out here?” I asked.

“No, not at all,” Ian replied. “She’s not in your room?”

“No, she must have…gone somewhere. I don’t know.” I checked in Rocket’s room, Slade’s room and Rhys’ room, to no avail. I threw up my arms as I walked back up to Ian.

“She’s gone,” I said. “She probably just walked outside or something.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed Catherine’s number. No answer. I left her a message and hung up, then dialed Matt’s number.

“Where are you?” I asked, when he answered.

“In the production office. What’s up?” he asked.

“Have you seen Catherine?”

“She was watching the show with Rhone and then she walked back to the dressing rooms. I didn’t see her after that.”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, hanging up the phone.

“Big D!” I called to him as he walked up. Surely, he knew something. That was his fuckin’ job. “Where’s Catherine?”

“I don’t know, boss, haven’t seen her.”

“What the fuck?” I asked, throwing up my hands. Ian and Rhone were standing next to me. “Should I be worried? I’m worried.”

“Liam, she probably left,” Ian suggested.

“Why would she leave?” I asked. I was completely bewildered at his suggestion. She wouldn’t have just left me without a word, would she?

“Why would she stay, Liam? You’re a bloody mess. She got her story. Her week is up. What did you expect?”

“No, Ian, she wouldn’t have just left. She’s going to the party with me tonight. We already talked about it.”

Ian and Rhone exchanged glances, and I knew exactly what they thought. That I’d fucked it all up, of course she would leave. But they hadn’t seen the look on her face, the love in her eyes, earlier today. They just didn’t understand.

But neither did I.

Where the fuck was she?

Chapter 35

CATHERINE

“Callum, why are you doing this?”

Stony silence greeted me, his steely gaze focused forward as he drove his car. He’d forced me out of the dressing room at gun point, hiding the gun in his suit jacket as he pressed me forward down the hallway and into the parking garage. I’d tried to avoid getting in the car, but he’d pressed the gun into my ribs so hard.

“Callum, please, we can work something out. I don’t know what’s going on, but I won’t tell anyone, if you just let me go. Just take me back, please?”

He ignored me, flying around the curvy roads. My hands trembled as I tried to figure out what to do. The gun was resting in his lap, pointed right at me. I couldn’t jump out of the car, because to my right were steep cliffs that dropped down into the canyon, and I’d never survive. I thought about my phone, tucked away safely, with the ringer off, inside my purse that was hanging in the closet of Liam’s dressing room. I had no way of calling for help.

I’d have to talk my way out of this.

“Is it the donations? I’ll just leave it out of the story, I won’t say a word to anyone, just let me go, please?”

Still no reaction. Terror gripped my heart, and I tried again, my voice shaking.

“Callum, why would you want to hurt me? I don’t even know you, and you have my w

ord I won’t say anything about the charity.”

“It’s not you I want to hurt,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What? Then who?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Liam, the fucking murdering prick!”

I gasped. “Who did he murder?”

“My sister! Ally! You said he told you all about her.”

“He did. But he said Ally died in a car accident, years after they broke up.”

“She did. But it was all Liam’s fault.”

“He wasn’t even there, it’s not his fault,” I protested. He picked up the gun and pushed it in my face.

“Shut the fuck up!”

I clamped my mouth shut and he lowered the gun back to his lap. The car hugged the corners tightly, he was going way too fast, and unlike the thrill I’d received earlier when Liam was doing it, this time I was sure we were going to careen over the side of the cliff at any moment.

“Okay,” I tried again, whispering, willing my voice to stay calm. “So it’s Liam you’re mad at. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Look bitch, I’m not letting you go. Liam sealed your fate when he started fucking you. I’ve been waiting for him to find someone he cares about again, so I can take them away from him, just like he took my sister.”

My heart dropped. This had nothing to do with me, and yet here I was, tangled up in the middle of it. Nobody even knew where I was.

Fuck!

I couldn’t just let him kill me.

I had to figure out a way to talk some sense into him.

I had to save myself.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked.

“To Liam’s.”

“Why?”

“Because I want him to have the pleasure of watching the person he loves die right in front of him.”

Chapter 36

LIAM