Wicked Bad Boys

by Bella Love-Wins

  I held back an eye roll. I should be happy they were all taking the threat so seriously, but at the moment, it was proving to be a pain in the ass; and other places—my leg injury was throbbing from all this exertion. “Yes, I understand that. Can you please radio FBI Agent Carlson and confirm my identity. He will let me through.”

  The woman looked me up and down. She smiled at me, her lips pressed in a thin line. She gave a subtle nod to the guard before walking away.

  “I hate to do this, ma’am, but I’m going to have to escort you back to the sidewalk.”

  He reached out for my arm, but coming from somewhere behind the black partitions at the end of the red carpet, I heard my name. I turned and found myself face to face with Jenny.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Get Fred on the radio. The stalker is going to be here.”

  “Come on, I’ll take you to him.” She told the guard it was okay, and let me in at the end of the barriers. She looked at me as I walked beside her in crutches. By then I was sweating buckets. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be overdoing it?”

  “I tried phoning everyone. No one answered.”

  “We were probably doing sweeps. Maybe you should let me help you.” Her expression was one of concern. I knew why. I looked like hell.

  “I’m fine. Just get me inside.”

  “Okay. What did the message say?”

  I recapped it for her. She nodded thoughtfully as we got backstage. “So the bag may have been a diversion…”

  “What bag?”

  “Fred got a call not ten minutes ago. He’s with local police investigating a report of a suspicious package at the staff entrance.”

  “Okay, so who’s with Johnny now?”

  “Fred left four guards at his door. I was on my way to him when I saw you out there. Listen. I’ll tell Agent Carlson.” She lifted the backstage pass lanyard from around her neck. “Here’s my pass. I can get to him with my FBI badge if anyone stops me. Johnny’s dressing room is the third on the left down that hallway. His name is posted on the door. I’ll come find you as soon as I can. Are you armed?” I nodded. “Good. Just stay with him.”

  I nodded and raced down the hall. By the time I got there, the door was open and there was no sign of Johnny anywhere. The tinge of anxiety in my stomach exploded into full-blown panic. I looked up and down the hall, trying to decide which way to go first. I checked my phone. His performance was to start in less than ten minutes. I cursed in pain as I moved down the hallway, stopping only long enough to ask a passerby with a badge how to get to the stage.

  Chapter 22 - Johnny

  This was it.

  I was set to perform one song, and execute the complex choreography I had been practicing for the last few days. It had to be flawless. The band members and backup singers were in place behind the secondary curtains, and the host who would welcome me out was ready. I spotted the dancers I had been rehearsing with all week. They clustered around in a circle on the opposite side of the stage. They would come on after I hit the second line of the chorus.

  Something seemed off. “Kevin, do you recognize that girl? The one on the far left?”

  He turned and took a two-second look. “She’s one of the dancers, right?”

  I studied her for a moment, but before I could put my finger on it, she turned around and I couldn’t see her face anymore. “I don’t recognize her at all.”

  “Well, maybe it’s the makeup,” Kevin said, brushing it off.

  Right then, one of the stage managers told us it was time. I took in a long, slow breath. Kevin had organized the tour to prepare me for the awards show. He was convinced this performance would allow me to take any direction I wanted in the music and entertainment business. I looked around behind me. No Fred, Larry or Jenny. None of them had returned. I heard my cue—the host at the microphone introduced me.

  “Knock ’em dead, Johnny,” Kevin said, patting my back one final time. “I’ll be waiting in the audience for you when you’re done.”

  The stage manager motioned for me to get in position. I moved to my spot on stage, as the pre-recorded announcement gave the crowd a rundown of my career to date. The crowd roared and I took one last breath. The Johnny Q Venom they wanted would give the performance of a life-time.

  Chapter 23 - Amanda

  I had to get to Johnny. My heart slammed against the inside of my chest. I hurried down the hallway toward the stage. The crowd of people thinned out closer to the stage area. The announcer was introducing Johnny. I willed my sore body to move faster, listening to the highlights of his music achievements.

  Just then, the music started.

  It was too late. Johnny would already be onstage.

  I rounded a corner when his voice belted out the first line of lyrics. The backstage area was dark, and with crutches, there were trip hazards everywhere. My feet hit something solid and I tripped, pitching forward before I could regain my balance. My head bumped the wall beside me on the way down. I crashed to the ground with a loud thunk that sent a sharp pain through me. Dizzy and winded, I whirled around, looking for the source of my fall.

  It was nothing.

  I scrambled to get to my feet, and saw something poking out from under a nearby drop curtain.

  “Shit!” I covered my mouth as my eyes adjusted to the dim backstage lighting. It was Fred, lying prone on the floor. I crawled over to him. “Fred. Are you all right?!”

  My fingers scanned his neck, and found a pulse. He was alive. I noticed the bright orange ear plugs in his ears, and put the pieces of the puzzle together. The stalker probably caught him by surprise, and knocked him out somehow.

  “Fred?” I shook him gently.

  He was out cold. I had spent enough time on the fighting circuit to know he would not come around for a while. I grabbed his waist and found his radio.

  “Agents, this is Amanda. I need you backstage left now. Agent Carlson has been compromised. Repeat, Agent Carlson is down.”

  I didn’t have time to elaborate. I clipped the radio to my waist band and stood up with the help of my crutches. By the time I shuffled to the spot where I could get on stage, I looked back and saw Jenny racing over to Fred. I breathed a sigh of relief; he was in good hands. I reached the side stage area and stopped short in front of the stage manager. I was panting and gasping for breath as Johnny came into view behind her. His four guards were on the other side of the back stage area.

  “You need to stop his performance now,” I demanded.

  “We can’t do that,” she told me dismissively. “He has another five minutes to go.”

  I looked past the woman, searching the stage for the stalker. She had to be up there, or somewhere close.

  Where was she?

  Then I saw her.

  The backup dancers were all dressed alike; their tight blue dresses all fit like gloves. With the dancer on the end, there was something about her that set her apart. It took me a moment, and I understood why she stuck out. Her hem line didn’t match that of the other dancers. The dress itself was loose around the hips and fell at an odd length, as if it was made for much taller, more curvy woman. Even with all the makeup and glitter and feathers, I was positive she was the woman who had stabbed me.

  And she was three feet away from Johnny.

  Time slowed down. The scene unfolded in front of my eyes. Everything seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, before bursting back to full speed again. The woman— our suspect, Trisha Crusielli—kept her eyes fixed on Johnny. I watched in horror as a knife slid from under the long sleeve of her dress. The corners of her mouth curled into a half-crazed smile, eyes wide and fixated.

  Something inside me snapped. The adrenalin kicked into high gear. I dropped my crutches and ran on stage.

  “Johnny, look out!” I screamed.

  Johnny turned and saw me sprinting toward him. He immediately stopped singing. His face froze in shock. Trisha lunged forward, but instead of making a move on him, she char
ged over at me.

  Johnny saw her rush by him and tried to stop her by gripping her arm.

  The wrong arm.

  She swung around and slashed him somewhere on the torso. He pushed her forward at the shoulder, and she fell to the floor in front of me. I stepped on her arm that held the knife, kicking the blade to the corner of the stage. The four guards rushed on stage. Two of them dragged Johnny away, and the other two came over to hold the woman down.

  She started monologuing about how she saw Johnny first, and he was hers and no one else’s since the day she saw him on stage four years ago, and getting finally rid of me would pave the way for her and Johnny to be together forever.

  “I’ll fucking kill you!” she screamed at me, squirming around as the guards’ picked her up off the floor. Hell, they were not gentle either.

  “You tried, remember? Too bad you fucked it up, because here I am, bitch.”

  I could have gone on and on—she had been such a nightmare during the tour. Another ten or so guards swarmed the stage, accompanied by Larry, and he took control. The curtains closed. The audience broke into a round of applause, shouting Johnny’s name over again. He had been singing a song called ‘Dangerous Rock and Roller’ when it all happened. My guess was they thought it was all part of the act.

  Show business.

  I hopped back to my crutches and hurried to Johnny’s room to see how bad his injuries were.

  I got to his room and went to him. He stood near the sofas, his back facing me, away from the guards in the room.

  “Johnny,” I whispered, stepping around to look up at him. “Are you alright?”

  “Shhh,” he cupped my chin and brushed his thumb over my lips. “I’ll be fine.”

  His hand slid to the base of my neck, pulling me in as he brought his lips down to mine. I relaxed into his chest and looked up at him when he broke from the kiss.

  “Why did you try to stop her? You should have let me handle it.”

  “You’re already injured. There’s no way I was going to let her get to you again.”

  “I was so worried she did damage when she slashed you with that knife,” I told him.

  “Don’t worry. The paramedics are on their way.”

  “Let me see how bad it is.”

  I pulled away and looked down, only to notice the front of my pink sweat shirt was now blood red. A lump immediately formed in my throat. Tears filled my eyes. Johnny gripped his chest. A spurt of red ran out from under his hand.

  “I love you, Amanda.”

  Chapter 24 - Johnny

  Amanda was covered in blood. It was seeping through her shirt. Then, I felt dizzy. It was my blood. I collapsed in the sofa. Amanda sat at my side. Her lips moved, but I couldn’t make out what she said. I reached over and touched her face, telling her it was going to be okay. Amanda began to cry, pressing my hand between hers and screaming for me to stay with her. I tried, but the dizziness was too strong, and soon, my eyes shut, blocking it all out.

  Amanda.

  * * *

  A slow and steady beeping sound filtered into my mind, rousing me from what felt like a dream. I tried to open my eyes. They were too heavy. My muscles strained inside my limp body, unable to move.

  What the hell happened?

  On the third try, I got my eyes moving. The florescent light above nearly blinded me. I still couldn’t move my body.

  “Mmmanda?” I mumbled, my lips not working the way my brain intended them to.

  Nothing happened. The beeping sounds got louder, but that was it. I couldn’t raise my head to look around. All I could see were white ceiling tiles.

  “Johnny? Oh my God! Johnny! You’re awake!”

  My chest tightened at her voice. The beeping sounds sped up. Several faces were swimming above me. None of them were Amanda. They said things I didn’t understand, and way too quickly. I was still tired. I shut my eyes again.

  * * *

  The next time I awoke, I could move my fingers and arms. I wiggled and twitched, rolled my neck, and my head flopped over to one side. I could see more of the room. Little by little, things became clearer. I was in a hospital room, surrounded by monitors. Tubes and wires ran from my hand and arm.

  Then, it hit me. The stalker. She stabbed me.

  “Amanda?” I tried to sit up, but my body felt too heavy.

  “Johnny!”

  “There you are. God, you’re so beautiful.”

  “Are you all right?”

  She laughed softly, leaning forward to me. “I should be asking you that.”

  “I’ve been better.”

  “I’d bet. I’m so glad you’re awake,” she whispered, her voice suddenly thick with emotion. She reached over and took my hand. Her fingers gently stroked my knuckles, careful to avoid the IV and medical tape.

  “Me too.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks. I squeezed her hand to give her some reassurance. She wiped away her tears and smiled down at me.

  “How long have I been here?”

  “Four days,” she said. “You woke up yesterday, but not for very long. The doctor said it was for the best. You needed rest.”

  “I can’t feel anything. I can barely do this,” I said, twitching my hand.

  “You’re not paralyzed. They have you on some really heavy meds. Now that you’re awake, they’ll probably dial it back.”

  “Good. So, what happened? To the woman?”

  “She’s where she belongs. She was charged with attempted murder and held without bail.”

  “Who was she?”

  “A superfan who met you four years ago at a bar. Forget about her. She can’t hurt us anymore. Let me get everyone.”

  “Who’s here?”

  “Kevin and Lady. They went out to lunch. They’ve been here every day since you were admitted. I guess I should call the nurse too.”

  “Wait.”

  My hand reached for her. She put them around her waist and leaned down to me. I looked her in the eye. “I meant what I said.”

  “I know, honey.”

  I had a million things to ask her. Before I could, we were interrupted by a nurse who had come to check in on me. I answered her questions, and drifted off before I could talk to Amanda again.

  Chapter 25 - Amanda

  Since the RHVAs, a high-speed whirlwind tore through my life and tried to shift all my plans. My identity had already been revealed to the media. After the stalker attacked Johnny on stage however, my phone and social media accounts emails had blown up with nonstop requests for interviews, TV appearances, endorsements, and a publisher contacted Gary about a book deal. Everyone wanted to detail my story, to learn how I went from being a former MMA fighter to the personal bodyguard of one of music’s hottest stars, and somehow ended up saving his life.

  Except he saved me.

  So far, I managed to gracefully sidestep everything and had started forwarding all requests to Gary. He was thrilled—he knew one good offer could be somewhere in there, even if I had no interest in entertaining any. I had been too busy being with Johnny at the hospital to worry about what would happen next for my career. That was Gary’s problem.

  Outside the hospital doors, there was a sea of media hounds waiting to talk to me, or have me help them get to Johnny. I ignored it all, and focus only on waiting for him to wake up and recover. After that first conversation, he had drifted back to sleep. The nurse assured me he would wake again soon, and would be able to stay awake for longer periods of time. If all went well, he would be released to go home within a week. From there, the outlook to making a full recovery was promising.

  It could have been a lot worse. I tried to keep myself from thinking about that. The knife wound Johnny suffered caused a lot of damage when it ripped through his chest. It was pure luck that he had made it.

  I curled up on the sofa in his private recovery room. I was walking without crutches now. My leg wound was almost completely healed, and would only leave a thin line of scarring. Eva had stayed b
ack as long as she could, but duty called, and she had to return to her job in Miami.

  I stared at Johnny as he slept. His hands would twitch at his sides every now and then. I wondered if he was dreaming. There were one or two nights where I had dreams about the incident, but they soon passed, only to be replaced with one recurring fantasy—Johnny, telling me he loved me at an altar.

  Four days in the hospital, watching, worrying, and wringing my hands over him, and I had reached one conclusion… I was hopelessly in love with Lorne Stein.

  Chapter 26 - Johnny

  The next time I opened my eyes, Kevin was sitting in the chair that Amanda had occupied before.

  “Hey, Lorne. It’s so good to see you, kiddo. Hold on, I’ll go get Lady.”

  While he stepped out, I tried moving around again. I was stronger. I could lift my head up. As soon as I did, an alarm went off. A nurse came rushing in, followed closely behind by Kevin and Lady.

  “I want to sit up,” I explained to the nurse.

  She helped raise the bed so I could look around, and reattached a wire that had disconnected from the monitors.

  Lady was the first to make it over to me when the nurse left.

  “Oh thank God! Lorne!” She came to the side of my bed and wrapped me in a warm but gentle hug. “We were so scared.”

  I nodded against her shoulder. She held onto me for quite a while. I didn’t mind. Second to Amanda, she and Kevin were the only people in town I wanted to see. When she let me go, Kevin extended a hand for me to shake. I held it. He leaned over and wrapped his free arm around me in a bro hug.

  “So, how are you? Do you remember what happened? Have you spoken to the doctor? Do you need anything in here?” Lady started, firing off questions at a rapid pace.

  Kevin set a hand on her shoulder, and she stopped.