WillMe: I think I messed up.Zane didn't answer right away.I tucked my phone back in my front jeans pocket and reached for my beer. The sun was starting to set. Ang hadn't left her room since we got home.She took one look at the door, gaped at me, then slowly walked inside and shut me out.Shut whatever had taken place between us down.My heart cracked a bit.But what did I expect? For her to jump up and down and say these are the words I've been waiting for! "Yes, take me now!"I groaned and took another sip, then put my legs up on the balcony as the wind picked up around me.I was still shirtless.Still in leather, though I had no idea why. Maybe the idea of taking off these clothes meant that it was over.The kiss.The confessions.The day.The doors to the balcony opened.I almost fell out of my chair when Ang walked out to the balcony attached to her bedroom. We were miles away from each other, not really but it felt like it, both balconies were side by side,

Will"This better be fast," I said, towel wrapped around my waist as I paced in front of Zane. Ang was showering and whatever shit was about to fall, I wanted to protect her from it all. Even if it had nothing to do with her or us, I didn't want her worrying about anything. Not so soon."Wow, look at that." Zane crossed his arms. "Give a guy a little bit of food, and suddenly he remembers all the reasons for feasting.""Really?" I groaned, "We're doing this now?""You texted. I texted back multiple times. There was a storm, I was worried." Zane shrugged. "And then Jay was looking for you, and he couldn't get ahold of you." He tossed me my phone. "I think you should check your messages, unless you'd rather hear it from me first.""Hear what?" A sense of dread washed over me."You know what?" Zane looked skeptical, "I have a better idea, give me your phone. I'm going to put it away until you get fed some more, you can come grab it before you're needed on set, before the storm."

Will"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

WillI'd never experienced this sort of freedom before, maybe when I was a kid but even then nothing but money and fame surrounded me. Angelica Greene, the girl who had destroyed my heart, crushed my soul, made me a shell of a human, had breathed life back into me.And yet, it wasn't just her.It was the realization that every road I'd taken had been because of her, and had been wrong.It's easy to lose yourself in someone you love.Easier still, to lose yourself in someone you hate.I pulled the blanket tighter around my body and searched frantically for the one and only girl I wanted in my arms.Zane was currently handing her another blanket and exchanging the wet towel for another dry one.The lightness in my chest only grew when I locked eyes with Ang from across the beach, her smile was bright - free.I started walking.And then walking turned into a slow jog.Until I was sprinting toward her.And lifting her into my arms, twirling her around, and crushing my mouth a

WillThings were going too good.And when things went good.I panicked.As an agent, it usually meant that you were minutes from a phone call about a publicity stunt gone wrong, or an actor taking a bender, or one of your musicians trashing a hotel room.Ticket sales being down.Labels dropping musicians.Every single time I had this feeling.Something happened.It was the same feeling that woke me up that night and made me go search for Angelica. The place in my bed, the space she belonged in was empty. And I'd missed her even as dread washed over me.The same dread that followed well into the night when she was in my arms, when we rode together to set.When we shot the cameo scene with the rest of the band.And had to keep redoing it because Trevor couldn't keep a straight face half the time, and Andrew kept snorting like he was too big of a deal to do anything.Besides that, fans had caught wind of what was happening, and we had groupies lining the outside of the set.