Page 108 of Heart of a Rebel

“Better hurry up then.” He winks.

Cassie looks at Sebastian and groans. “Can you get your groomsmen in line and meet me in the back with the photographer?”

“Sure thing, babe.” He leans in, but she shoves him back when he tries to plant a big kiss on her.

“Makeup,” she reminds him, walking away.

Sebastian shakes his head and turns. “What are you grinning at?”

“Your dumb ass.” I shrug.

Eloise looks up and narrows her eyes at me, but there’s amusement in her smirk.

“Where’s Rome so we can get this taken care of?” Sebastian scans the room. “If he delays my plans to ravage my bride, I’m going to disown him.”

“Gross.” Eloise tips her glass in her brother’s direction before taking a sip.

“He’s sorting something out with the D.J.” I look over the crowd.

Sebastian follows my gaze to where Rome is up on stage with his buddy going over the set list or talking shit. Who really knows with Rome. He always has and always will do whatever he wants at any given moment. Much to my ever-rising blood pressure.

“Got it.” Sebastian claps me on the back. “I’m gonna go wrangle him. Meet me by Cassie in ten?”

He holds up his hands with his fingers stretched and I nod.

“Ooh, I love this song.” Merry smiles, grabbing Noah and dragging him toward the dance floor.

“Ten minutes,” I yell after them.

Even at Sebastian’s wedding, I’m standing here trying to keep these guys on schedule. Why do I still associate myself with them?

That’s right—I care. Fuck me for that.

“It is a good song.”

I look down to see Eloise looking up at me with a smile on her face. She slides her hands around my waist and curls close to my chest, which pushes her tits up in her strapless dress. From the grin she’s wearing, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

I groan. “All right. One song. Then pictures because I’d like to stop giving a shit and enjoy the night at some point. Cassie is not going to let that happen until she gets what she wants.”

“One song.” Eloise smiles, knowing she won.

She tugs me out to the dance floor near where Noah and Merry are dancing, pressing herself against me once more.

It’s difficult to complain when Eloise feels so good in my arms, so I hold her tighter, trying to let my stress go.

I can’t help it. I like order.

Besides, the band should be thankful for that personality trait or we’d never get anything done with the new label, Perdition Productions. Dark name, but that’s what you get when you leave the final decision up to Rome. Doesn’t matter anyway. People don’t care about the name as long as it has Enemy Muse tied to it.

We’re up to our ears in demo tapes and shit to do. I don’t think I’ve had a day off in a year.

While the guys handle most of the talent side of things, Eloise and I have been focusing on the business end. It’s a good balance and gives me plenty of time with Eloise.

The label’s main focus going in was to put artists first. After spending years with a label that didn’t treat them as humans, the band wanted to create an environment that values music and people over money. Their passion is drawing talent left and right.

Merry was the first artist they officially signed, and since then, we’ve signed three other bands.

Between that and Enemy Muse’s own music, we’re all busy.

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