Page 9 of Backstage with a Billionaire Rockstar

There doesn’t seem to be any trip wires or anything in the doorway, so I carefully place my foot through the space and flip the light switch on. A funky smell comes from the room that would have most people cowering back, but I’ve lived through much worse in the army and I inch further into the room.

Right on the vanity, where his hair products are lined up, there’s a dead fish with a knife sticking out of and a note beneath it.

You KILLED it.

See you very soon.

Immediately, I use my senses to make sure the room is clear of anyone else, then I grab the walkie talkie hanging on my hip and demand for security to get to Evan’s dressing room.

“Who the hell did this?”

I turn to Evan, glaring at him. “I told you not to come in, that’s a risk to your safety.”

Before he can respond, security pushes through the door breathlessly and I angle my head toward the present left for Evan. “Get me all the security footage you can get your hands on. No one should’ve been allowed in this room except for me, and Evan himself.”

While one of the guards pulls his phone out, likely to call authorities since this was essentially a breaking and entering, I eye Evan who can’t stop staring at the dead fish.

Looks like the threat is much more real than either of us thought.

The worst part about all of it is that he could’ve been in real danger, and I would’ve never known until it was too late. Part of me wants to walk over and wrap Evan in my arms, comfort him, but the logical side of me knows that those thoughts are exactly what got us into this situation.

I need to keep myself under control.

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Evan

The stench of my dressing room surrounds me as I continue to stare at the dead fish with wide eyes. My stomach curls, threatening to make me spill everything I’ve eaten onto the floor, but I manage to keep it down with a deep breath.

This is ridiculous.

Why would someone want to target me?

Brent and Jace are silent behind me, no longer muttering curses to one another. I notice that Brent has Julia tucked protectively against his side. Knowing that he’s got that comfort I’m suddenly craving makes me jealous.

I snap my attention to Mia, who’s talking animatedly with the security team and shaking her head with anger radiating off her. She clenches her fist at her sides, arms twitching with movement, and I raise a brow.

This woman looks like she’s more than ready to throw a punch, and somehow, even with everything going on in the room, my cock still jumps behind the zipper of my jeans.

It would be in my best interest for me to get out of here.

I shake my head and blow out a rough breath, the long night finally catching up to me. Instead of saying anything or bothering to answer any questions, I run a hand through my hair and hightail out of the dressing room.

I’m sure they can handle this without me, I don’t know how much longer I could stand in there and act like nothing’s wrong anyway.

***

Finally, after over an hour, I’m the first one onto the bus, with the rest of them following closely behind me. My shoulders slump forward once we get into safety, and Carmen turns to give me a sad smile, her hand gently falling onto my arm.

“Are you okay, Evan?”

“It’s no big deal, Carmen,” I mumble, even though that’s the last thing I want to say.

I’m the more level-headed one out of the band, so what I don’t need to be doing is freaking out. Everything will be alright and I’m going to keep telling myself that until I believe it.

In reality, I’m terrified.

Who would’ve been able to get past everyone, including Mia, and make it into my dressing room?

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