Insider (Exodus End #1) (58 page)

“We’re all family here,” Logan said. “The bands, the crew, all you sick motherfuckers in the audience.” This prompted loud cheering from crowd. “We’re family. So when one of our own is struggling, we stand up to help. Everyone in this arena knows Sedric Lionheart needs to be with his other family—his blood—tonight. Everyone knows that except Sed. He said he doesn’t want to disappoint the fans. Said he wasn’t leaving until after Sinners performed tonight. He figures you’ll be upset with him if you don’t get to see his band play. So I promised him you’d be able to see them even if he left.”

Audience members, band members, and crew exchanged confused looks. Toni looked over her shoulder to see if Sed had returned. There was no sign of the hunky vocalist anywhere backstage.

“I apologize in advance for any damage to your hearing,” Logan said, “but this is the only way I could convince the stubborn bastard to go take care of himself and his family.”

“What are you talking about?” Trey asked through his microphone.

Logan grinned and lifted a hand toward the rafters. “Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we’re doing Sinners karaoke, and I’m up first. Hopefully we can convince some of the
real
vocalists hiding out backstage to sing a few Sinners songs too.”

Toni was astonished by how quickly the crowd got behind Logan’s idea. She supposed they really were there to have some fun—she knew for a fact that Logan was fun from head to toe—and this karaoke idea was a lot better of a solution than not getting to see Sinners at all. Of course the fans couldn’t be upset about Sed leaving—the man had just lost his father. Toni knew that pain, and she was certain everyone in the audience had lost someone important to them at some point in their lives.

“Prepare your ears,” Logan said, sticking his finger in one of his to demonstrate. She’d heard the man sing and couldn’t help but think he was doing them a favor by warning them.

“You are crazy,” Trey said, shaking a finger at Logan but also grinning from ear to ear.

Logan spread his arms wide as if to say
tell me something I don’t already know
.

For the third time, Sinners began the intro to “Gates of Hell,” but this time Logan let loose the battle cry, one that made chills race down Toni’s spine. When he started to sing, she couldn’t believe her ears. Was he lip-syncing? He sounded amazing and though he didn’t have quite the same grit to his voice that Sed Lionheart did, he sounded enough like him that no one seemed to care they were listening to the bassist of Exodus End belt out a Sinners song. It was during the guitar solo, when Logan began to overexaggerate his lead-singer theatrics, that Toni realized she didn’t have her camera with her. This was perfect material for the biography.

Slapping herself on the forehead, she groaned aloud and made a mad dash back to the dressing room. Would she ever learn? Now she was going to miss some of Logan’s amazing karaoke performance because she kept forgetting that the members of Exodus End were
always
interesting. And that their bassist, in particular, was pretty fucking spectacular.

She’d just stepped into the room when a pair of hands shoved her in the chest and sent her stumbling backwards into a wall.

“How could you?” Reagan screamed at her. “I trusted you. I stood up for you. How could you do this to me?”

Toni gaped at her, completely taken aback by Reagan’s fury. “What?”

Toni searched the room, looking for a bit of backup or at least a clue as to what was going on, and discovered Reagan’s wasn’t the only furious face glaring at her. Everyone in the room looked pissed off and their ire was directed at Toni.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” she said, gaze darting from scowling Max to jaw-set Steve to arms-crossed Dare. Butch actually cracked his knuckles—was he preparing to strangle her?

What the hell was happening?

“You sold our secrets to the tabloids,” Reagan said, shoving a copy of the
American Inquirer
under her nose.

Headlines read “Exodus End’s Newest Member Prefers Taking Members in Twos” and “Worth Dying For? Maximillian Richardson Knocked-up His Lead Guitarist’s Fiancée Resulting in Her Tragic Suicide” and “Exodus End’s Bassist Hates His Own Brother! Find Out Why Inside.” Before she could read the other headlines, Reagan tore the paper in half and tossed it on the floor.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

Toni swallowed the bile burning up her throat. How had those stories even been released?

“Those are terrible, awful, but I didn’t . . . I
wouldn’t
.” The knot in her throat strangled her words.

Her journal.
Shit!
Apparently someone had found it and used it for personal gain.

“Don’t you dare fucking lie about it,” Reagan yelled. “Don’t you fucking lie.”

“I would never—”

Toni’s eyes filled with tears and she shook her head. How could they think she’d do such a thing? She’d been stupid, yes, writing those things in her journal and then misplacing it, but she would
never
hurt anyone she cared about.

“Get your shit off the bus,” Steve said, “and get the fuck out of here. We never want to see you again.”

“Butch,” Max said.

It was all he needed to say. Butch marched forward, grabbed Toni by the arm, and forced her out of the room. Toni yanked at her arm, but it did no good. Not only did Butch have five times her strength, but he’d obviously escorted unsavory individuals out of buildings in the past.

“Butch, you have to listen to me,” she pleaded. “I didn’t sell any information to the tabloids. I swear.”

“You could at least have the decency to admit you’re a traitor.”

Traitor
? This couldn’t be happening.

“Logan will vouch for me. Go get Logan.”

“What he says doesn’t matter. The majority has spoken, and the band wants you off the bus and out of their lives.”

As she collected her belongings, Toni dawdled on the bus in the hope that Logan would show up in time so at the very least she could tell him the truth. He would believe her. He
had
to believe her. Humiliation filled her with an aching heat as Butch watched her pack her stuff to make sure she didn’t take anything that didn’t belong to her. So not only did he believe she’d betrayed the band and released insider information, but he also thought she was capable of stealing.

“The crew is wearing some of my cameras,” she said. “I’ll go collect them.”

“You’re not going back into the arena,” Butch said. “We’ll mail them to you.”

Mail them? Jeez, did he think she would wrap herself around Logan’s leg and refuse to release him? Yeah, she’d totally do that.

By the time she’d collected everything, some of her hurt had been replaced with indignation.

“I didn’t release any of the band’s secrets. What kind of people don’t even let a person defend herself before passing judgment?” she growled at Butch as he nudged her toward the exit.

“People who’ve been screwed over by conniving reporters a million times in the past,” Butch said. “Get a move on.”

“I need to talk to Logan first.”

“He’ll call you
if
he wants to talk to you,” Butch said. “If I were you, I wouldn’t sit by the phone.”

“Butch,” she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice, knowing it was no use. “You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt those guys. I care about them too much. I did write those things in my journal, but—”

“You might as well shut up. I’m done listening to you.”

He escorted/carried her off the bus and then pushed her toward the barrier in the parking lot that kept undesirables away from the musicians. She dug her heels into the asphalt. How was she supposed to see Logan and explain to him that she hadn’t betrayed him or his friends if she was forced outside the barrier?

“Don’t make me carry you,” Butch said. “Retain a little of your dignity.”

She’d trade dignity for the chance to tell the truth any day.

“What can I do to convince you that I’m innocent?”

He looked down at her, took her in from head to toe, and crossed his arms. “Not a damned thing.”

In the end, she refused to give up and Butch had to carry her across the lot. One of the roadies followed with her luggage and tossed it none too gently over the barrier fence. Butch set her struggling body down on the opposite side of the metal bars and spoke to one of the security guards, making sure she could hear him.

“Keep a close eye on her and do not let her near the buses. If she puts a toe on this side of that barrier, you call me to deal with her, and I’ll call the police to have her arrested.”

Arrested?
For what? She hadn’t done anything.

Why wouldn’t Butch believe her? Why wouldn’t anyone listen?

“Please let me talk to Logan,” she pleaded. “The world won’t end if I lose this job, but if I lose him—” Her voice cracked and all the tension and anxiety, the hurt and humiliation, the fear and devastation streaked down her cheeks in a torrent of tears. She didn’t even care that everyone was staring at her complete meltdown.

“Keep an eye on her,” Butch said to the guard again, and then he whirled around and strode back toward the arena.

She tried to climb over the barrier, but the guard proved worthy of his title.

“Come on, lady, be smart about this. Do you want to go to jail?”

She honestly didn’t care if she went to jail, but if she ended up behind bars, she wouldn’t get to talk to Logan. She called his phone and left a short message. She knew he didn’t have his phone on him since she’d found it between the sofa cushions when she’d been packing her belongings, but she couldn’t just stand there idly and not try to contact him. He was probably still onstage having the time of his life, wondering where she’d gone. Or maybe his band had already informed him that she’d supposedly done exactly what she’d promised she’d never do. She prayed he’d give her a chance to explain and not simply take their word for what had happened.

And what
had
happened? Someone had obviously gotten hold of her journal, but who? Had a hotel maid taken it from her bag? Had she dropped it and a stranger picked it up? Had Susan stolen it during her presentation?

“Susan,” Toni said, her eyes narrowing. Her editor had wanted dirt on the band members. And boy, had she gotten it. Feeling defeated, Toni rubbed her forehead to try to ease the pounding in her skull. “How could I have been so stupid?”

She hadn’t personally released the information to the tabloids, but she was responsible for someone gaining access to it. She hadn’t protected those she cared about. If she hadn’t written those things down in the first place . . . If she’d been more careful with her journal . . . If she’d just stuck to the prescribed interview questions . . . If she didn’t trust people so easily. If, if, if.

She leaned against a rough stone wall and waited not so patiently for the band to come out after the show. The guard seemed to realize she’d been defeated, so he wasn’t watching her closely as he flirted with a pretty blonde trying to get in to see the bands. Toni hoped to use his lack of attention to her advantage when an opening presented itself.

It seemed to take an eternity for the band to emerge from the back exit. They were uncommonly grim as they strode toward the waiting bus. Reagan, especially, looked pale and forlorn. Logan brought up the rear, walking several paces behind the rest of them with his head down, as if he was the one who’d betrayed them. She wondered if they’d yelled at him because of what she’d supposedly done.

The security guard was too busy gawking at rock stars to notice Toni shift from the wall to the barrier fence. Abandoning her gear and luggage, she hiked up her skirt and climbed the cool metal railing. She dashed toward the bus. Logan drew to a halt as Toni streaked toward him. He turned in her direction. The look of betrayal on his handsome face made her stumble, but no, she couldn’t fall. Not now. She had to reach him. Had to explain.
Oh God, don’t look at me like that, Logan.
She feared he wouldn’t listen to her or believe her even if she did plead her case.

An arm around her midsection stopped her abruptly, and her feet came off the ground as she was pulled against a large hard body from behind. She struggled, kicking her feet and shoving down on the arm around her waist with both of her hands.

“Let me go!” she demanded.

“Not a chance,” the guard said. He grunted when her heel connected with his shin.

“Logan!” She struggled harder. “Logan, you have to listen to me. I didn’t do it. I swear.”

Logan shook his head at her, turned away, and continued toward the bus.

“Logan!”

He didn’t so much as look at her as she screamed for him. Yet her struggling had finally weakened the guard enough that she slipped from his grasp. Unprepared for freedom, she stumbled forward, catching her fall on her palms, before regaining her footing and racing toward the bus.

“Logan, please hear me out,” she yelled as he stepped onto the bus. He was too far ahead. She wasn’t going to reach him in time, and he refused to look at her, to give her a chance to explain. He was pulling away from her and taking her shattered heart with him.

The door shut behind him, and she slammed into it with both hands. Pain shot through her asphalt-scraped palms, but she didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but reaching him. She didn’t know if he’d be able to hear her through the closed door, but she had to try.

“Logan, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you or anyone in the band. Remember when I couldn’t find my journal? Someone stole it or found it. I don’t know. But that’s where the information came from. I didn’t give it away. I didn’t sell it. You know I wouldn’t do that. I love you!” Tears overflowed as she pounded on the door. “Please, Logan, listen to me.”

The bus shuddered as it rolled forward. She walked beside it, banging on the door with one hand. And then she was running, trying to keep up. She stumbled through the parking lot, but it was no use. He was gone. Without even speaking to her. Gone.

She didn’t struggle when someone grabbed her and held her still. It was over. Her dreams. Her relationship with Logan. Her life. Over.