“No you don’t.” She finally stopped smiling. “Don’t think you can dismiss me so easily.”
“What do you want? Why are you here?”
“This.” She stretched her arms out to the side and turned in a semicircle. “I want all this. I want in. I want to be part of Immortal Angel.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I can be a backup singer, or maybe a dancer. I don’t care. I just want to be on that stage. I want the fame and the glory. Just like you.”
It was so absurd he almost laughed. “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind? Get the hell out of my dressing room.”
“Wrong answer.”
“There is no way in hell I’m letting you anywhere near my band. Who the hell let you backstage anyway?”
“Don’t underestimate me. I know how to get what I want.”
“Get the fuck out, before I call security.” He should have told her off years ago, instead of worrying about being rude.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She reached into her handbag, pulled out a DVD and waived it at him.
“What the fuck is that?”
“You mean you don’t know?” She laughed, loud and maniacal. “I guess you could say it’s my insurance policy. My ticket to fame.”
“Do you want to get to the point? I don’t have all night.”
She let the DVD swing between her thumb and index finger. “I found this in the middle of your record collection. I didn’t even know what a goldmine I had when I picked it up. Your little wifey caught me snooping in your office that day Jimmy brought me to your house. I was just looking, envious of the riches the world threw at your feet. I just happened to spot this DVD conspicuously misplaced in the middle of neatly arranged vintage records. She startled me so I tucked the DVD in my bag. I didn’t want her to know I touched anything. I had it for a month before I even watched it.”
He lunged for it, but she pulled it away and laughed at him.
“Don’t think this is my only copy. I’m not stupid. If you don’t want this all over the internet, you better reconsider my request.”
“Why would you do this to me? I thought you liked me.”
“Liked you? I was in love with you. I didn’t care that you kept turning me down. But then you started avoiding me and running in the opposite direction whenever you saw me. And as soon as that little bitch shows up you fell all over her. I see the way you look at her.”
“She’s like my wife, Kendall. We’re building a life together.”
“It could have been me. It should have been me. I don’t take rejection lightly. How many times do you think a person can get rejected before they turn bitter? I looked for anything to get back at you, but you would never let me get close enough. My plan was to bring you down at the Battle of the Bands. I was supposed to win. It was supposed to be me at America Rocks. But your fans rallied for you. You were the clear winner. An upset would have been too conspicuous and my co-conspirator didn’t hold up to his end of the agreement.” She held up the DVD again. “And then this little treasure fell into my hands. I’m being very modest, you know. I could ask for a lot more than a spot on the stage. I could demand something a lot more personal. Something that might involve your gorgeous boyfriend.”
Anger boiled in Angel’s gut at the mention of Tommy’s name. “Leave him out of this. I’m warning you, if you—”
“You’re warning me?” Kendall laughed like a mad woman. “I’m calling the shots, here. I’m the one who says what—”
Tommy and Jessi walked into the dressing room and Kendall immediately stopped talking and put the DVD back in her bag.
“Congratulations,” Kendall said. “Things worked out real nice for you, didn’t they, Princess?”
“What are you doing here and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jessi narrowed her eyes. “And stop calling me Princess.”
“Look around. You got everything. Fame. Money. You’re the heiress to the punk rock throne. You got Angel in your bed. You got that hot piece of ass next to you. Like I said, you got everything – everything I want.” Kendall smiled at Tommy and sauntered up to him.
“Get the fuck away from my husband.” Jessi’s eyes blazed like fire.
Kendall ignored her and glanced back at Angel before taking a step closer to Tommy. “Maybe it’s time to up the ante. I wouldn’t mind borrowing this boy toy sometime.”
Jessi exploded. She yanked Kendall away from Tommy by the back of her hair, so hard that Kendall stumbled and almost fell to the floor. “Get the fuck away from him! Don’t you dare ever come near my husband again, you fuckin’ bitch!”
Kendall rubbed the back of her head and scowled at Angel. “You better call off your girlfriend. Tell her that she better be a lot nicer to me from now own, especially since she’s going to be seeing a lot more of me.”
While Jessi yelled for an explanation, Kendall ducked out of the dressing room, most likely to avoid Jessi’s wrath when she found out what Kendall really wanted.
The situation left Angel in an upheaval of emotions. His head was still reeling about the DVD. He was shaken and didn’t know how to explain it to Jessi. He was too upset to answer.
She marched up to him, eyes dilated with anger.
“Answer me!”
He flinched at her harsh tone.
Tommy put his arm around his shoulder in a protective embrace. Thank God, because Angel thought he might have a heart attack right there in the dressing room.
“Stop yelling at Angel and let’s find out what’s going on.” Tommy tightened his arm around Angel’s shoulder. “Take a deep breath, A. Calm down, and tell us what she was doing here.”
Angel’s breathing was erratic, and he could barely get a few words out before he had to stop to catch his breath. “She has the DVD . . . our DVD. She said she accidentally found it that day Jimmy brought her to the house. She was snooping when she was supposed to be using the bathroom.”
“What kind of DVD are you talking about?” Jessi asked.
Concern was riddled across Tommy’s face, shadowed by guilt. “I didn’t want you to find out about it, hon, but I want—”
“Just tell me what’s going on. No bullshit.”
Tommy pushed his fingers through his long locks. “Me and Angel recorded this clip of us in bed . . . doing some . . . stuff. And we saved it on a DVD.”
Jessi leaned back. “Why didn’t I know about it? Why wasn’t I involved? Why didn’t you ever show it to me?”
“Because. I knew you wouldn’t approve. There was some rough stuff.”
She shifted her eyes suspiciously between Tommy and Angel. “What exactly was on this DVD that was so bad that you didn’t want me to see it?”
“I don’t want you to get upset. It wasn’t that bad.”
“Tell me.”
“It was just some flogging and some rough sex.”
“Flogging? Who was getting flogged and what kind of rough sex? Did someone get hurt? Is that why you didn’t want me to see it?”
“No one got hurt.”
“Are you sure?” She searched Tommy’s face, felt his chest and his back and tried to lift his shirt. Her eyes canvassed every inch of his body.
He brushed her hands away. “I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about. Relax, hon.”
“I’m not going to relax! Kendall’s out there trying to ruin you and I’m just now finding out that you two are into kinky sex acts! I don’t know what to think!”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Angel was panicked. He couldn’t think straight. Kendall was out to destroy him. Jessi was upset. Tommy was implicated and caught in the middle. “Please, can we talk about the DVD later? What are we going to do about Kendall?”
A look of concern passed over Jessi’s face. “Is she trying to blackmail you?”
“Yes.”
“What does she want?”
“She wants to be part of the band.” Angel needed to sit down. His head was spinning. It wa
s like a bizarre nightmare. His whole body was trembling. They came so far in the music industry. It couldn’t be taken away by exposure of something as commonplace as a sex tape. He thought about telling Marissa. She would know how to proceed. After all, she was the band’s publicist. He leaned forward and held his head in his hands. Tommy would be humiliated. The DVD would violate the morality clause in the contract and the label would pull the record deal. All their hard work would be destroyed. Their lives would be ruined. The room started to spin and white spots covered his vision. He started to black out, but cool water on his forehead brought him back to consciousness.
Jessi and Tommy were sitting on either side of him, staring at him, filled with worry. Jessi held a wet cloth to his head, while Tommy’s strong arm supported him and offered a glass of water.
“It’s over.” Angel’s voice cracked. “I’m done. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I ruined everything for us. I’m so sorry.”
Jessi shook his arm a little. “Hey,” she said, softly. “We’ll figure it out. Don’t get upset. I’ll find a way to fix it. I promise.”
“You can’t fix it. Maybe we should just give her what she wants. Let her be a background dancer or something.”
“Yeah,” Jessi smirked, “and maybe we should let her fuck Tommy, too.”
“It’s not funny.”
He was quiet for a long time while he desperately tried to figure out a way to salvage their record deal. Jessi patted his leg to get his attention. “I want to make something perfectly clear to the both of you. You shouldn’t have kept this from me, and we will deal with it later. Right now, that’s not what’s important. Right now, I need to take care of Kendall – once and for all.”
Chapter Fifty
Jessi knocked on Kendall’s hotel room door.
“What are you doing here?” Kendall looked down the hallway. “Where’s Angel?”
“Angel’s not here. I wanted to talk to you alone. Are you going to let me in? I’m not going to talk out in the hallway.”
Kendall hesitated before opening the door. “What do you want? And make it fast. I don’t want you here.”
“Believe me,” Jessi glanced at the messy hotel room, “I don’t want to be here a minute longer than necessary. I want the DVD.”
“There’s only one way you’re getting it and that’s when I’m on stage, performing with the band, and getting my share of the profits.”
Jessi pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Not going to happen. Let’s be realistic, Kendall. You being part of the band would only be its downfall. I’ve seen you perform.”
“If you came here to insult me, you can leave. I don’t have to put up with this bullshit.”
“I’m not here to insult you. I’m just being truthful.” Jessi paused. It was more for dramatic effect, but she needed to take a deep breath to control her hostility, and her anger. She needed to be calm and collected. And it took every ounce of strength she had to do so. “Look, I’m a smart business woman. I managed Tommy for five years before he met Angel, and I’ve learned a lot working by Angel’s side. I’m not leaving here without that DVD. What do you want? What do I need to give you, in order for you to hand it over?” Jessi held her hand up and rubbed her thumb and index fingers together – the international sign for money.
A light when on behind Kendall’s eyes and it didn’t take her long to reply. “I want $2,000,000. I’ll give you all the copies of the DVD, and I’ll go away. You’ll never hear from me again. I’ll forget I ever heard of Immortal Angel, if you give me $2,000,000.”
Jessi smiled sarcastically. “Don’t be ridiculous. We don’t have $2,000,000, Kendall.”
“Oh really? Because I heard you got a multimillion dollar record deal.”
“Look at us. Do we look like we have millions of dollars? Besides, the deal was for the entire band, not just Angel.”
“Well, get it from them, then. I want $2,000,000. That’s my price.”
“I can’t do it. It’s too high.” She tapped her finger against her chin, pretending to contemplate a number. “Maybe, if Jimmy and Damien were to agree to kick in some money, we could come up with . . . mmmm . . . $1,000,000. Maybe. But that would be the absolute most, not a penny more.”
“I’ll take it. You have 24 hours to get the money.”
Kendall didn’t even hesitate. She fell right into Jessi’s hands. Jessi was grinning on the inside, but on the outside, she remained wary. “What guarantee do I have that you’re not going to extort more money from us? That’s a lot of money to hand over.”
“I won’t need to extort any more money from you. As long as you pay me $1,000,000, I won’t broadcast Angel and Tommy’s sex tape all over the internet. I’m not going to blackmail Angel with anything else. You give me $1,000,000, I give you the DVD. It’s that simple.”
Jessi pursed her lips to the side, folded her arms and tapped her foot. “OK. But how do I know you’ll leave us alone? I don’t want you harassing us anymore.”
“Like I said, you’ll never see me again. I’ll leave town. Just as soon as I get the money. I can live very nicely on a million dollars.”
Jessi tried to express defeat by letting out a long sigh. “OK, but I want one copy, right now. I’m not leaving without it.”
“Why? What for?”
It was the first intelligent thing Kendall said. “I want it as a sign of good faith. I’ll show some, too.” Jessi pulled an envelope out of her bag. “Here’s $200. I’ll be back in a few hours with the rest.”
When she got back to the hotel room at Chateau Marmont, Tommy and Angel weren’t there. Maybe they were down by the pool trying to relax. They were upset that she wanted to confront Kendall alone, but it was a necessary part of her plan.
She took the DVD from her bag and stared at it. The reality that Tommy and Angel were sneaking around, doing God knows what, started to unravel her. She had no idea what they did behind her back, but this little DVD would tell her everything.
It took a few seconds to load, then it opened up onto the computer screen. Tommy was face down on the bed, naked. His hands were cuffed to the headboard and he struggled to get free. He had a ball gag in his mouth. It looked invasive and suffocating. She shuddered and her hand went to her mouth.
Angel came into view wearing nothing except a pair of black leather chaps, with his ass cheeks hanging out the back and his dick standing at attention. He had a small whip in his hand. It was a cat o’ nine tails. He let it skip down Tommy’s back, and tickled him with it. He lightly let the tips of the leather hit Tommy’s flesh. The next strike was a little harder. By the time the third blow hit Tommy’s baby-soft skin, Angel was no longer holding back. He repeatedly whipped Tommy’s bottom. Angry red welts raised on Tommy’s bare flesh with each sadistic blow. Tommy struggled and cried out, but the ball gag in his mouth muffled his pleas. It was brutal. Jessi pressed both hands over her lips to suppress her cries, but nothing stopped the tears from pouring down her cheeks or the anger that burned inside her heart.
Angel tossed the flogger aside, knelt between Tommy’s legs and pulled him up on his knees. He squeezed out a generous amount of lube and shoved two fingers deep into Tommy’s ass. Tommy lurched, but Angel didn’t slow his hand. He moved it in and out and then in a circular motion, opening Tommy’s bottom wider with each repetition.
Angel pulled his hand out and Tommy whimpered. His body went limp, and he hung lifeless by the handcuffs that shackled him to the headboard.
Angel produced a rubber dildo. It was the size of his forearm. He covered it with lube and tried to insert it in Tommy’s ass, but it didn’t fit. Tommy squired and let out a shriek. Angel shoved his fingers back inside and twisted them around before attempting to reinsert the dildo. This time it went in, but not very deep. Tommy’s yelping turned to moans as the dildo was repeatedly thrust into his bottom. As soon as Tommy started to enjoy it, Angel pulled it out and threw it across the room.
Angel returned his fingers to Tommy’s bu
tt, this time all four of them. After a few probing twists, Angel’s hand disappeared inside Tommy. He pushed deeper and then retracted his fist, thrusting it repeatedly until he was arm deep inside of Tommy. Tommy struggled and writhed on the bed. A few more punishing thrusts and Angel removed his arm and wiped it down with a towel.
Tommy was on his knees again and Angel shoved himself inside. Tommy let out a surprised, painful scream. Angel grabbed the back of Tommy’s hair – his beautiful long golden tresses – and wrapped it around his hand. He held the length of Tommy’s hair in his fist while he started pumping, fast hard thrusts, almost knocking Tommy down on the bed.
Jessi closed the laptop. She didn’t want to see anymore. She was still wiping the tears from her cheeks when Tommy and Angel entered the suite. They didn’t know she was in the hotel room, and they lingered in the vestibule just inside the door. They were expressing their concern about letting her negotiate with Kendall. Angel was sweet and sympathetic. He expressed remorse about the DVD. That was the Angel she knew and loved. She didn’t recognize the savage animal she just saw on the video who practically molested Tommy. And it took place in their bed. A vessel that housed their intense love was now tainted with violence.
The sound of the stinging slaps of leather on bare skin reverberated in Jessi’s ears. Tommy’s pathetic, woeful cries echoed in her heart – a heart that was now broken by brutality.
“How could you?” she spat at Angel. “How could you hurt Tommy like that?”
Angel was confused and cocked his head.
“I saw the DVD. How could you do that to Tommy?” Hot angry tears streamed down her face. “You’re a fuckin’ animal!”
“He didn’t hurt me, hon.”
“I saw it, Tommy. I saw the marks. The red welts. The pain on your face. In your eyes. Now I know why you didn’t want me to see it. I didn’t know you could be so cruel, Angel.”
“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I only did what Tommy told me to do.”
She couldn’t stand the sight of him right now. “Don’t blame Tommy. He was tied up, with a gag in his mouth. You’re the one who abused his body. You’re the one who–”
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