Page 38 of Loyalty (The Salvation Society)

“Fucking finally,” I say.

“Damn relax, you just texted us like ten minutes ago,” Remi says, walking in.

Lane slaps my back as we head to the sitting area of my room. “Everything alright, brother?”

I nod as they sit down. I, however, stand because I’ve got too much pent-up energy to sit still. I drag my hand down my mouth as I look at them.

“What the hell is wrong?” Everett asks.

I shake my head and cross my arms. “Nothing is wrong. I need to talk to you guys because you know I would never do anything to affect this band.”

“We know that,” Lane says.

I sigh, a bit nervous as to how they are going to react. “I wanna ask Lorelei out,” I rush out.

They all look at each other before focusing back on me. They are only silent for a few seconds, but it feels like hours waiting for them to say something.

Everett begins to laugh, and the other two assholes join in. “So wait, you guys haven’t fucked?” he asks.

“No, Christ,” I say, scrubbing my face.

“Seriously? Cause like you guys are always up late together and you both came out of the bedroom the other day,” Lane says.

My brows dip as I look between them. “Wait, you know we’re up together?”

“It’s a bus, man, not a fucking house,” Everett says, laughing.

I rub my forehead as I laugh. “Yeah alright.”

“You really like her?” Remi asks.

“I’ve never felt like this before. Like I need to be close to her. She makes me feel like I can breathe easier. I actually like talking to her and not just about anything. I told her about mom.”

They all stare at me in complete shock. It’s a big deal and they know it. I trust her.

“You don’t need our permission, but we appreciate you telling us. You can’t let he

r go, boss lady makes it better for all of us,” Lane says.

He’s right she does and it’s not just because she truly is an amazing publicist. She brings a lightness to us all. She helps us personally and professionally.

“She’s gonna turn me down,” I say, laughing as I finally sit down.

“Oh, she’s definitely going to,” Everett says.

Remi gets up and grabs four beers out of my mini fridge and passes them out. “You need to tell her how you feel. It’s a big deal for them,” he says.

I take a long pull of my beer before resting it on the coffee table. “We haven’t had much time to talk, just us,” I say, looking at them all. “How are you doing, for real?”

He shrugs as he sips his beer. “I’m pissed at her, but not for breaking up with me. I’m pissed she made me feel obligated to stay in a dead-end relationship. I’m pissed that she cheated on me and made it out that it was me who hurt her. I’m pissed that I tried so hard to feel something when it wasn’t there. If Lorelei didn’t say anything, who the fuck knows how long it would’ve went on for.”

I nod, grateful he’s not hung up on her. She was toxic and he’s so much better off. He hasn’t fucked anyone yet, but I think it’s exactly what he needs. He needs fun and a distraction. I know all too well. I’ve been doing it for years.

“Good, that’s what I was hoping to hear,” I say, tipping my beer toward him.

“Are we still going out to dinner?” Lane asks.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” I ask.

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