Page 59 of The Burdens We Share (Satan’s Angels #3)

Ivory

Four months later

We occupy our seats in the red velvet theater seats, Dallas seated beside me with his hand in mine.

Harvey is seated to his right with Brody beside him in a stunning silver gown that looks like molten stars around her curves.

Beside her is Aria who’s adorned in a fabulous low-cut baby blue number.

To my left is Selene who sports her baby bump like the best fashion accessory in her floor-length black gown and next to her is her husband who holds her hand on the armrest of their seats.

A hand on my thigh captures my attention and I look up at Dallas and damn, every time I look at him it feels like the first time.

He’s so painfully handsome that it almost hurts my eyes to look at him.

“Are you alright?” He asks, concern in his jaw.

Ever since my near-death experience, he’s struggled with anxiety over losing me.

Sometimes he wakes with nightmares of my death and that’s on the nights that I’m not having my own about Calvin Worshire, but ultimately we have each other and always fall back asleep in each other’s arms.

Dallas has become so in tune with my emotions and he pays attention to every minute detail of me. Hence why he noticed my lack of attention on the screen premiering our movie. I nod at him, placing my hand over his and entwining his fingers, “I’m okay.”

We focus back on the screen and watch the entire movie play out.

It’s so strange to watch because I remember these events occurring.

I experienced them. It’s almost like we ripped the memories from our brains and put them on a screen for millions to share.

It makes us vulnerable for our many weaknesses, but it also makes us strong.

The movie replays our entire journey. It starts with me, living in Staten Island, New York, and navigating the death of my father.

Then it follows me to LA where I met Brody and Aria at a bar after a really shitty attempt at singing.

It then plays the memories of us becoming the best of friends and also losing ourselves in vices.

It follows Brody’s journey with her legal battles, meeting Harvey, getting clean and sober, and sticking to the straight and narrow.

Then the movie follows Aria’s journey of having a leaked sex tape and struggling with her public image and also the after effects of Rogan and his kidnapping of her.

Wow. Now that I think about it, my friends and I have a bad habit of being kidnapped.

Next, the movie takes us on the journey of my struggles with an eating disorder and being stalked and harassed for months.

It makes me uncomfortable to watch, to relive, but I have Dallas by my side and he holds my hand the entire time.

The movie ends with us in the hospital after I woke up, and well, you know how that went.

That was four months ago and since then, much has changed, and much hasn’t.

For starters, Brody’s wedding is only a couple of months away, Aria and Sly are finalizing their own wedding plans, Selene is nearly ready to have her baby and Dallas and I are officially living together at his house.

Oh, and one more thing, there is in fact a giant emerald-cut diamond on my finger.

Dallas did stick to his promise that he made me in the hospital.

It sparkles off the light of the screen and glistens magnificently. My fiancé has excellent taste.

One more thing that hasn’t changed? My mom is still well…

my mom. But Sam is on the right path and I’m proud of him.

He and Dallas have grown extremely close and Dallas continues to help him with his homework.

In many ways, Dallas acts as the father figure my brother doesn’t have and I love him all the more for it.

I feel a tap on my shoulder from behind me and turn to find Nate grinning wide at me.

I return the smile as he leans forward and whispers into my ear, “No way you don’t get nominated for a Screen award.

Your acting is fucking insane. All of you are amazing,” he compliments.

It would be quite the accomplishment to win a Screen award for our acting after we won a Muse award for our music. Fingers crossed.

“Thank you,” I say appreciatively. Nate and I sort of fell off when Calvin was prime time stalking and Dallas and I spent every minute of the day together.

He got busy with his schedule and I was too busy being tortured by a psychopath for months, but I’m glad to share that Nate and I have rekindled our friendship and have been back in the studio playing together or just hanging out.

Dallas is a great sport, cocky though. He knows damn well I don’t have eyes for anyone but him and he accepts my friendship with Nate even though Nate’s jack russell energy drives him a tad over the edge at times.

I think Nate has grown on him in the way a tumor would grow on someone else.

Since the events that transpired with Calvin, his cousin Connor was released from prison and I made it a point to contact him and apologize that he got wrapped up in this mess.

For someone who was wrongfully convicted of a crime and brutalized in the media for targeting a well-known celebrity, he handled it very well.

He explained he wasn’t angry with me and had no qualms with me and also was sure to point out his lack of relationship with his deranged cousin.

Now, he’s a free man and I keep in touch with him from time to time.

One more thing that’s new? I don’t have panic attacks every time my phone rings with a call or a new text anymore.

Calvin Worshire is dead and buried where he belongs and he can never hurt me or my friends again.

He’s the past, a nightmare I wish I could forget.

My future is seated beside me, holding my hand.

I look up at him and admire his sharp jawline.

He turns to face me with loving eyes, “What?” He asks.

I shake my head as I smile at him, “Nothing. I just love you.”

His eyes soften in the way they only do for me, “I love you, too Little Devil.”