His knuckles burned he fisted them so tight. Fantasies of pummeling Jase the moment they exited stage flitted through his mind, distracting him from the concert. He’d had no choice but to turn his emotions off. The hurt look in Sam’s eyes had nearly undone him. Slamming his fist into Jase’s teeth wouldn’t be enough to appease his fury. The man had fucked with his relationship. That wasn’t kosher. He’d shook his head at Sam and hoped she understood his inability to refuse going forward with the show. In order to perform, he’d had no alternative but to shut her out. The theater had remained tame by their prior standards. I hurt her. No option presented itself to get him out of the predicament. I could’ve refused to participate. He hadn’t even considered that a possibility at the time. They’d done this stage-fuck so often it’d become a staple performance for the band.
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