Broken Vows (Saints & Sinners), page 19
I sip on a beer as we sit in a green room before one of our last shows of the tour. We are in Dublin now and then fly off in two days to England for our final three shows.
I send off a text to Riot then look up to see Saylor studying me. “What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re staring me down.”
“Are you texting Riot?”
“Why does it matter?”
She shrugs. “Just making sure you are staying loyal to her.”
Wilder walks over just as she says it and smacks his sister on the head. “Stop being such a creep. Let Roan do whatever the hell he wants. We all know he is head over heels in love with Riot. He isn’t going to do anything to fuck that up.”
Saylor sticks her tongue out at her brother then walks away, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“She is something else,” he mutters as he takes a seat next to me.
“She just wants to make sure I don’t cheat on Riot again.”
“Why would you?”
I nod at him. “I won’t. I never should have done it before and sure as hell won’t do it again. I can’t deal with losing her again. It nearly destroyed me.”
“I’m glad to see you doing well, though, man. Even through these two weeks without her here. You’ve been like the old Roan. Not to say I didn’t like you the last two years, but I just like the old one better.”
“I know what you mean.”
“So are you moving in with her when we get back?”
I shrug. “Not sure. We haven’t talked about it.” I grip the back of my neck. “It’s a lot. We need to do what’s right for the kids, and I worry that moving in right away is going to confuse them.”
“Well, you are welcome to stay at the pool house as long as you like. Just please don’t fuck her in the pool.”
“Trust me, after walking in on you and Lake in the pool multiple times that one day, I won’t be going anywhere near that pool again.”
He punches me in the arm. “You were swimming in it the week after.”
“Yeah because I called the pool company to come douse the pool with chlorine.”
“No you didn’t.”
I laugh. “Yeah, man, I did. You weren’t there, but I sure as hell didn’t want to swim in some jizz pool. Y’all were going at it for hours.”
“What can I say, I love the woman and her fine ass pussy.”
“I heard that!” Lake yells from across the room.
Wilder blows her a kiss, and she blushes.
“Well anyway, I am proud of you, man. You really do seem like the old Roan, and we all missed him.”
I don’t want to get choked up on his words, so I swallow down the ball in my throat. “Thanks, man. It feels good to not feel so shitty all the time.”
“You guys ready?” Jackson asks as he walks over to us. “We need to head out to the stage.”
I slam down the rest of my beer and toss the bottle in the trash, then follow my band out to the stage.
I roll over and grab my ringing phone off the nightstand, the daylight just peeking in through the curtains. Riot is calling me, and I start to freak out because it’s got to be one in the morning back home.
“What’s up, baby?” I yawn into the phone.
“Sorry did I wake you up? I thought you had an early flight today.”
“Nah, I woke up right before you called. What’s wrong?”
I hear giggling in the background and the sound of Janae’s voice. “I miss you.”
And that’s when I realize Riot is drunk dialing me. “I miss you too, baby. You have a few margaritas with Janae tonight?”
She hiccups. “How did you know?”
“I just do. Besides you told me last night you were having a girls’ night out with her since the girls were staying at your mom’s.”
“Oh shit, I forgot I told you that.”
I chuckle into the phone. “God, I wish you were here with me. I like drunk Riot.”
“Drunk Riot is not around very often.”
“That’s because you are always working and parenting and looking out for everyone,” I tell her. “You never take time for yourself.”
“I make time for you.”
“You do.”
“I wish I was there with you now.”
“Do you, baby?”
My phone beeps, and I realize she is FaceTiming me. I sit up in bed and flip it over to video. I smile when I see her flushed face on the camera and her lying in bed.
“What happened to Janae?”
“She left.”
That’s when I notice Riot is wearing nothing but a very thin T-shirt that does nothing to hide her perky breasts.
“Did she now?”
She nods. “She was leaving the house when I called you.”
“What did you do tonight?”
She chews on her lip. “Just went out for some cocktails then came back here and got trashed.”
“And my baby wanted to call me when she was drunk?”
She nods excitedly. “I want you to be here next to me.”
I smirk at her. “And what exactly would I be doing if I were there next to you?”
She gives me a sexy smile. “You have a vivid imagination.”
“Nope.” I shake my head at her. “I need you to tell me. What would I be doing?”
“Whatever you want.”
Riot is never really shy when it comes to her needs in the bedroom, but phone sex is an entirely different thing. We only had it a few times when we first started dating, but after we got married and were apart more, we never did it. Maybe this was one of the things missing in our relationship.
“If I were there, what would you want me to be doing?” I ask her, not letting her get away with beating around the bush.
She goes back to chewing on that lip that I wish I was chewing on, and I am immediately rock hard. “I wish that you were touching me.”
“Where?”
Riot moans and holds her phone out giving me a view of her body and the lack of clothing she is wearing. “Right here.” Her hand slides down her body and in between her thighs.
“You want my fingers on that hot, wet pussy, baby?”
She nods.
“Just how wet are you right now?”
“I’m soaked, Roan. All I’ve been thinking about is you for the last three hours and how I wish you were home already.”
I get a funny feeling in my chest when she talks about me being home because I know she means she wants me home at her house at the home that used to be ours.
“How about you slide two pretty little fingers between your folds and show me how wet you are?”
She does as I say, groaning as she slides her fingers inside of her. Then pulling them out and holding them in front of the camera.
I grip my dick tight in my hand at the sight of her wetness coating her fingers. “Fuck, baby, you are soaked, aren’t you? Put those fingers in your mouth, tell me how you taste.”
She opens her mouth and sucks her fingers in hard, and I wish it was my dick between her lips. I stroke my cock as I watch her lick herself clean.
“Such a good girl. Now put those fingers back inside of you and pretend they’re mine.”
“Roan,” she moans as she slides her fingers inside her pussy. “God, you feel so good.”
“What else do you want me doing?”
“I want your tongue on my clit. I want you to make me scream.”
Fuck, this woman is killing me. I grip my dick harder, stroking it. “Run your thumb along your clit, flick it back and forth, and pretend it’s my tongue on you.”
She falls back into the bed, and I watch her face as she works herself up. Goddamn, I wish I was there tasting her, doing this to her, working her into a frenzy with my own fingers.
“How close are you, baby?”
“So close.”
“Good girl. Keep going, remember those are my fingers on you. Inside of you. Fuck yourself until you come.” I squeeze my cock wanting to feel that tight pussy wrapped around me, but my hand is all I have. It’s all I’ve had for the last two weeks, and I cannot wait until I can be inside of her for real.
“Roan,” she moans. “I’m coming.”
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I say as I pump my dick a few more times and come right along with her.
I look into the phone and see her rolled onto her side, cuddling a pillow that I so greatly wish was me. “I miss you.”
I like when she says she misses me because it makes me know this is real. That this isn’t some dream I’ve concocted in my head. Riot really wants me back in her life.
“One more week, baby. Then I’ll be there with you.”
She yawns into the camera. “I can’t wait.”
“You should go to sleep.”
“I wish you were next to me. I haven’t slept all that well since I left.”
Again she is getting me right in the chest with her words. I love this goddamn woman. “I wish I was there with you too, baby girl.”
She yawns again. “Well, good night, Roan. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I watch as her eyes flutter close for a second and then she hangs up the phone. I set my phone down and stretch. That was the best way to wake up this morning. And I know for a fact that nothing could ruin my day.
We landed in London a few hours ago. We don’t have a show for two more days, and then it’s three in a row to sold-out crowds. We all decide to head out for a nice dinner since it’s rare we ever get to with our schedule.
I am enjoying a nice steak when my cell phone starts ringing incessantly. I look down and wonder why Riot is calling me. I have three missed calls from her.
“I should take this,” I tell the guys.
“Is it Riot?” Jackson asks me.
“Yeah, why?”
He picks his phone up off the table. “She just called me too.”
“Shit, something must be wrong.”
My phone starts ringing again at the same time Jackson’s does. “Who is it?” I ask him, seeing Riot’s name on my screen.
“Fuck, it’s our publicist.”
Fear grips me. There is only one reason Riot would be calling me and our publicist calling Jackson. I rush to a quiet area of the restaurant and call Riot back.
“What’s going on?”
“Roan, I need you to stay calm while I tell you this. Where are you?”
Panic constricts in my chest. “I’m at dinner. What the hell is going on, Riot?”
I hear her take a deep breath into the phone before she speaks. “Please do not overreact.”
“Just tell me what the hell is going on before I do overreact.”
She sighs into the phone. “It’s Steven Rouse. He released a new article. And I just want to tell you it’s complete gossip, and there is no way any of this can be proven without NDAs being broken. So I have no idea where he got this information.”
“Fuck,” I scream causing heads to turn and look at me from the tables that are near me. “He knows, doesn’t he?”
“I have no idea how he found out, Roan. And I am working with the PR company to try and get this shut down. But it’s Steven Rouse. This isn’t just some gossip rag.”
“Where was it published?”
“He posted it on his own website. But he contacted hundreds of magazines to run the story. I am making sure this does not happen, his article is trash. This is so unlike him, and I have no idea why he is taking out whatever pent-up anger he has against Saints & Sinners out on you.”
I clench my fists, trying as hard as I can not to punch a wall or the glass door in front of me. “What the hell does the article say?”
“He found out about the overdose. He is calling you out on it and saying that you will be the reason such a promising band will fall apart.”
“Goddammit!” I scream causing more people to turn their heads toward me.
“Can you get it shut down?”
“I am trying my hardest to do what I can. But it’s going viral, Roan. More sites are publishing the article.”
“That fucking asshole. I don’t know why he has a bone to pick with me. But he needs to learn his place quickly before I come after him.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Roan.”
“I can’t because this asshole decided to publish the article when I’m on the other side of the pond from him. But you better believe I am not letting this go down without a fight when I get back to the States.”
“Let me handle this.”
I clench my jaw. I know it’s Riot’s job to handle this, but I don’t want her to. I want to handle this by the form of a bullet between that fucker’s eyes. I am so sick of whatever vendetta he has against me. And I am determined to figure out what the hell it is.
“Roan,” Riot says with a sternness in her voice. “I’m serious. You just need to get through these last few shows and then you can come home, and we can deal with it together. But for now, you need to let me handle this.”
I grunt into the phone because I don’t really have words to say. This is my life that dick is trying to destroy, and I won’t let it happen. I’m just glad the kids are young enough that they won’t know what any of this means. The last thing I need is for someone to get in the way of me and my family and the life I am trying to put back together.
“Roan,” Riot pleads into the phone again.
“I’m here,” I tell her.
“Please don’t do anything stupid.”
“I won’t.”
“Please tell me you are actually listening to me and not thinking of a million things you could do to get back at Steven Rouse.”
I sigh and rub my fingers between my eyes. “There is only one thing I want to do to Steven Rouse.”
“And I don’t think I want to know what it is you are thinking. Please just let this go for now.”
“It’s hard to just let this go, Riot.”
“Do it for me. Please, Roan. I am working on this as best I can.”
I know she is. She has always put my band at the forefront of her career, and I know she will do anything to make this right. Just not to the lengths I would go. “Alright,” I agree reluctantly.
“Thank you.” She breathes a sigh of relief into the phone. “Now go back to dinner. Enjoy yourself, and don’t let this get to you.”
“That’s a lot easier said than done.”
“I know but please for once just listen to me.”
“I always listen to you, baby.”
She scoffs into the phone. “Hardly.”
“Most of the time.”
“That’s a better answer.” She pauses. “I love you. Please take care of yourself.”
“I love you too.”
She says goodbye to me and hangs up the phone. I pace the corner I’m in for a good five minutes. I really do want to murder the man who has some ploy to destroy my life. I have no idea what I did to him that makes me deserve this treatment from him.
Even worse, I don’t want our fanbase to know about what happened to me. I don’t want the sympathy, and I don’t want any negative repercussions on the band. I just want my personal life to stay personal.
I eventually walk back over to the table where the guys are all waiting for me. I know they must know what’s going on since they all have that look on their face.
“You okay, man?” Silas asks me.
“Not really.”
“I talked to our publicist. I found out what’s going on,” Jackson tells me.
“What the fuck is that man’s problem?” Wilder asks.
I shrug. “Hell if I know. But he has some crusade against me. First the article before the tour and now this one. The man has a death wish.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“If I could beat the man to a pulp, I fucking would. But Riot told me to not do or say anything. She’s working on it from her end.”
Jackson pats me on the shoulder. “We’ll get through this, man. We always do.”
I nod at him because we have gotten through the shit that has been thrown at us many times. But for some reason this all just seems different.
33
ROAN
Ishould have gone back to the hotel after dinner. But with everything that came to fruition in the last hour, I decided going out to a pub was the better idea. I just need to get this shit off my mind, and since I can’t do drugs to do that, I might as well drink.
“Another shot?” the bartender asks me.
I look at Silas who joined me, and he nods. “Why not?”
We both throw back shots of whiskey, and the buzz I was feeling earlier is starting to turn into drunkenness. But I don’t really care. I just want to not think about that damn article. I haven’t even had the heart to read it. I’m sure there is nothing in there that I don’t already know. I just really don’t feel like reading about how he spins my life into some desperate plea for attention.
We grab our beers and head back to the table where the rest of the guys are. The girls all decided to come out and join us so our small group is turning into a crowd.
“I think we should go to a club!” Saylor shouts.
Lake agrees with her. “Absolutely. I want to dance.”
Wilder grabs her hips and drags her onto his lap. “You can dance right here, baby girl.”
“Please no,” Marley says.
I laugh at that as Silas slips his arm around his girl. “You don’t want to watch them?”
She gives him a look, and then they start whispering to each other. And from the look on her face, it’s probably not something I even want to hear.
My heart longs for Riot right now. I know she is doing everything she can to quell this article, but I really wish she was here with me. But I am also just drunk and horny so that could be the reason why.
Jackson turns toward me. “Want to head to that one club we always go to when we’re here?”
I much prefer the vibe of this dive, but it seems like everyone really wants to go to the club, so I reluctantly agree.
We take two private cars there and get in immediately. There are paps at the door trying to take our pictures, but we brush them aside as we make our way inside.
