And now all I wanted was to go back into the car and drive with Will, anywhere but here.
We finally made it past the barricade where reporters couldn’t linger, and into the hub of action.
Jay was rubbing his eyes with his hands, Pris looked worried, and everyone was on set, including the wives.
The minute they saw us, I knew something was very wrong.
I froze.
Stopped moving.
And then the crowd parted.
And Andrew walked toward us.
Will pulled me against him.
Andrew’s eyes narrowed between us before he made a cautious approach.
Cameras flashed from behind us, we weren’t far enough away for them not to see the reunion of the two best friends who broke up the world’s biggest boy band.
And the girl who helped them do it.
I had to lean on Will to keep from collapsing.
He was strong, immobile, pissed beyond all reason. It was a look I’d never seen him give, like he’d gladly go to prison for murder and cheerfully take a life sentence just so he could wipe Andrew off the face of the earth.
Andrew’s blue eyes skimmed over both of us. His mop of dark hair was gone, buzzed close to his head, tattoos lined his arms, and menacing was the only word that came to my mind.
If Will had turned into this respectable man.
Andrew had turned into pure wickedness.
The last time I’d seen him he’d been at a party. His solo career had taken off just about the time mine started spiraling into non-existence. I had asked him for help once, but he told me I was bad for his image.
Right, I was bad for his image.
I swallowed and fought to keep my head held high.
“I wonder.” Andrew’s smooth voice made my teeth chatter. “What glorious web of lies you’ve spouted to him to get him back.” He tapped his chin. “Nice seeing you both, oh and sorry about not letting you know about the cameo, the studio thought it would be a nice… reunion . The rest of the guys fly in today.”
He walked past.
Will glared at Jay but he was on the phone yelling at someone.
Zane made a shooting motion in Andrew’s direction just as Andrew turned back around then Zane flipped him off, which according to the level of his fame right along with Alec and Demetri meant he could do whatever the hell he wanted, my friends were A-list celebrities.
Andrew had been dying to get that letter since losing it after the band broke up. He craved it.
Fought for it.
Hated Will for still having it despite changing careers, and he’d made that clear the last time I’d seen him when he’d told me I was trash.
Will finally unfroze and gripped me by the shoulders, looking into my eyes. “You okay?”
I shook my head no.
“He wasn’t supposed to be on set until tomorrow, I didn’t even know until I checked my phone. I’m—” His eyes were wild, crazy. “Ang — say something!”
I opened my mouth, and then puked all over the sand.
“LOOK, ALL I’M saying is I know a guy.” Zane held up his hands and then grabbed his cell. “Remember, I’m part Italian.”
Demetri walked over to our secluded spot on the beach where we’d all convened after seeing Andrew. Basically, we were hiding and the gang decided to hide with us. “He still talking about the mafia?”
“Yes,” we all said in unison.
“Why does nobody believe me?” Zane asked aloud. “Look I’m going to prove it.” He started working furiously on his phone and then held it up. “Nixon Abandonato, known contacts, Chase Abandonato, Sergio Abandonato—”
“That’s a hell of a lot of Abandonatos.” I scowled. “What does that even mean?”
“Oh, wow.” Nat looked over Zane’s shoulder. “He kind of looks like you, minus the menacing I’d probably shoot you in the face first ask questions later sort of way.”
“Case closed.” Zane dropped his phone. “I’m sending him a text. I just need to find his number…”
“No.” Ang finally spoke.
All eyes fell to her.
“Trust me, the mafia’s good at this sort of thing it’s why he’s never been in prison.” I wasn’t even concerned that Zane was actually seriously contemplating murder or that I was ready to leap over the group, snag his phone and beg his cousin to make a special trip, I had money, it wasn’t like I couldn’t pay him millions to keep it quiet.
It made me insane.
That insane.
To see Andrew again.
Even though I trusted Ang, a small part of me still didn’t know what to think about the fact that he’d touched her, more than once, that he’d been inside her, that he’d —
“Easy there.” Alec said to my left. “You’re turning the sand into diamonds with nothing but your fist.”