Page 13 of Big & Burly Rockstar

Oh, that look on her face. It was priceless. My balls may be hurting, but it was worth it. I chuckle to myself. I’ll have her begging me to fuck her. And soon. I’m sure of it.

I hear footsteps approaching and grin. Cracked already, has she?

Elli walks into the living room, but judging from the serious expression on her face, having sex with me is the last thing on her mind. “Are you okay?” I ask, my brows pulling together.

“Fine,” she says, her voice tight. “I wanted to ask when I’ll get my first check?”

My jaw tightens, and I force a smile onto my face. “No idea. Sorry, princess.”

Her lips press into a thin line. “I need it. Soon.”

My laugh sounds sharp. “I’ll talk to Pete. Sorry, I forgot money is the only reason you’re here.”

Anger flashes in her eyes. “Don’t you dare judge me, Devon. Don’t you fucking dare. You have no idea what’s going on in my life. None.”

I stand up from the couch, stalking toward her. “Enlighten me, princess.”

She grinds her teeth, her eyes still bright with anger. But suddenly, the fight goes out of her and her shoulders slump. “I need the money because I have to hire a private detective. I—” She takes in a deep breath. “Someone’s stalking me.”

“What?” I can’t have heard her right.

“Someone’s stalking me,” she repeats. I search her face for any sign she could be bullshitting me, but there’s nothing. Only a bone-deep tiredness that makes my heart ache.

“Fuck,” I mumble, more to myself than to her.

“Fuck indeed.” She tries to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. And then it truly hits me. Some bastard is stalking her. Some piece of shit is scaring her, tormenting her.

Rage like I’ve never known before sweeps through me, making me tremble. I don’t know what to do with my anger. I want to slam my fists against the wall, want to scream and curse and break something. But Elli is looking at me with wide eyes, and I manage to put a leash on my rage.

“Dev? Are you okay?”

I blink at her use of the nickname. It further soothes my anger, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“No. I’m not okay. I want to kill that motherfucker with my bare hands.”

Her smile has a vicious edge to it. “I’d pay to see that. But for that to happen, we’d have to know who he is.”

I close the distance between us and grasp both her hands in mine. “We will. I promise.”

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