Page 62 of Return To You

The girl smirks, popping out her hip, causing her short dress to ride up a little as she twirls her dark hair in her finger, her dark brown eyes full of lust, and for the first time in my life, I feel fucking violated.

“That’s fucking out of order; if a man had done that, he would have been arrested for fucking assault!” Cameron growls as Joel comes to stand by me, where I’m vibrating with so much anger that he has to grab my shoulder while two security officers flank the girl.

She ignores everyone and says, “I knew those rumors weren’t true about you having a girl; otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me back.”

My jaw flexes, popping at her obvious lie. Flaring my nostrils, I lift my left hand and turn it, spreading my fingers. The girl looks at me in confusion before her eyes go to my fingers, and she sucks in a breath at seeing the tattoo. I growl, “You were saying?”

“When you came in here, you signed a waiver,” Joel says, getting her attention, “it was explained to you what was in it, including an NDA, but one of the rules was not to physicallytouch the band unless they okay it. Now, I stood and watched as you threw yourself at the lead singer, surprising him, and so did the cameras posted in the room, which will also show him not kissing you back, and shoving you away within seconds. And this all happened while the girl he dedicated the concert to, the mother of his child,” everyone gasps while the girl pales, “is standing outside of this room and is due to join us shortly. We now have every legal right to sue you.”

The girl's mouth opens and closes as Barnett states, “As everyone in this room has signed NDAs, the information regarding Noah’s son with his high school sweetheart will not leave this room. It doesn’t matter how much money you would gain from leaking the information; you would lose that and everything you own if it gets out. Our nephew does not need cameras shoved in his face.”

There’s a murmur of agreement in the room as my eyes go to the girls' pass, and fury takes over as I growl, “Your name is not Gina Turner!”

She takes a step back, but the security guy grips her arm, and she stammers, “Y-yes, I-I am.”

I snarl at her. “Well then, little sister, I know we’re only half-siblings, but it’s still incest to throw yourself at your big brother.” The girl looks ready to vomit, and I state, full of sarcasm, “That’s also a lot of plastic surgery you’ve had as well, and for the swelling to go down so quick from when I saw you this morning….”

Her tears fall, and she admits, “She paid me….”

I scoff and growl, “Throw this girl out now.”

The men nod as she pleads, begging us not to sue her, and I shake my head as Joel calls legal.

Fucking Gina….

We spend the next hour ensuring the woman gets her comeuppance, including leaking the footage of her throwingherself at me ourselves. News outlets are already going wild over a crazed fan assaulting the lead singer of the Delinquents. Once that’s done, I’m free to find my girl, and deal with banning my sister from all shows and preferably from my life.

I sent Cam after Rose after the brunette was escorted out to ensure she was alright, but right now, I need my eyes on her. I need her body against mine.

I look around the room and don’t see her, and just as I’m about to grab my phone and call Cameron, he’s suddenly near me, making me jump. He grips my arm and whispers, “Rose is gone.”

I look at him sharply and demand, “What the fuck did you just say?”

His jaw ticks. “Rafael called. She’s on the train back to Fremont. She said she’s not meant to be part of our world and that you can see Diego anytime you want, that things just weren’t meant to fucking be.”

I chuckle darkly and confirm, “She saw what that woman did but didn’t stick around for the aftermath, didn’t she?”

He winces. “He didn’t say, but most likely she did, yeah.”

I tap my finger on my leg, the urge to smoke hitting me hard as I snap, “How fucking ironic that she’s gone and done exactly what I did two years ago….” He doesn’t say anything, letting me think.

She fucking left, and I’d bet my fucking bank account she knew it wasn’t as it seemed.

She fucking ran because she doesn’t want to hurt anymore, just like I did, but doesn’t she fucking realize that without each other, we’ll always hurt?

The past two years are proof of that!

A plan forms in my head, and I look at Cam. “Cancel my party and call the pilot.”

He nods and runs for Barnett while I run outta the green room, and head to our dressing room, quickly changing.

If she thinks I’m going to let her leave me, then she has another think coming. I made a mistake two years ago; I should have fought, but now I’m correcting it.

I’m finally returning to my girl.

Two hours, that’s how fucking long it took to get the jet fueled, in the air, then landing in Fremont.

I’m anxious, and yeah, I smoked four cigarettes since landing, which she’ll most likely smell on me and be pissed about, but it's her own fucking fault for running.

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