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“‘Drowning in Deep’ is live. Warrior Black has to be out there and be seen,” Ron frantically explains.
I grit my teeth, wanting to shout at the man for not listening. “The decision is made,” I declare, narrowing my eyes at Ron.
“I can’t believe this,” Connor snarls and stalks off to the bar.
“Like in the Barrum’s case?” John asks, ignoring the drummer’s rant.
“Yes. If Danny’s the target, and I eliminate the factor the stalker wants, the band will be off the stalker’s radar. With Danny in hiding, he, too will be safe,” I clarify, then turn to the singer. “Are you okay with that?”
“Warrior Black has commitments. Interviews, and a couple of appearances before Rocktoberfest. How will we pull those off if you separate Danny from the band?” Ron persists.
“I’ll have that covered,” I say with conviction. “I will bring him.”
“Tobias has done this before,” John adds in reassurance, but from all the band members’ faces, they aren’t convinced.
Danny looks to his bandmates and then to me. “If it will keep them safe, I’ll do anything.”
“That’s bullshit,” Connor thunders.
“I will be the only one who knows where we are,” I say, more to John than anyone else in the room.
“I’m going to make some calls.” Ron stalks off as he puts his phone to his ear.
“Where’s Jennifer?” Callum asks.
“Ron fired her last week,” Danny whispers to his friend.
“What about us? If this place is compromised, where do we go?” Connor cuts in, then slugs back a shot.
“Just got word.” Ron pops back in. “Manny’s offering up his place in Vegas.”
“Once Pen and Jordan get here, we’ll make sure the next place is secure,” John says to me.
“Oh it is. Trust me.” Ron tosses over his shoulder and disappears again into one of the rooms.
John turns to me. “Then the game plan begins.”
“No, it does not. Fuck that. I hate the idea of Danny staying somewhere else,” Connor hisses out.
“Connor.” Danny grabs his arm and pulls him out of the room.
Frowning, I watch the two leave with a solidified assumption that those twoareactually a couple, but keeping their relationship on the down low. Not liking where my mind is going, I shake off my possessive thoughts—again, and think about where would be the best place to hide Danny until this Rocktoberfest.
Then an idea hits me.Pops’ place.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Danny
“What the hell is your problem?” I demand, pulling Connor to the bed.
“What the hell is yours?” Connor shoots back. “In all the years we’ve been friends, we’ve never been apart.”
“I’m thinking of you and the rest of the guys’ safety. Whoever this asshole is, is afterme.Me, Connor. And if I can make sure you four don’t get caught in the crossfire, then I’ll do whatever I can to make that happen.”
“But I thought you didn’t like being around Tobias.” Connor folds his arms across his chest and glares at me
“I never said that,” I bluster, my arms doing the same.