บททั้งหมดของ Don't Mess With The Rock Chicks: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Once he was certain that Mirage was asleep, Vice slipped out of the bed and retrieved the phone from where Victor had left it on the bedside table. As he returned to the bed to read through the response for himself, he saw Victor’s eyes open. Vice nodded his head in silent agreement that they would continue to shield Mirage from her phone. Victor closed his eyes again and snuggled into Mirage’s hair with a sigh.Victor had not lied. In the majority, her fans were incredibly sympathetic and supportive, and there were many messages from various media sources wanting interviews, as well as entreaties from various groups for her representation, but there were also those who used her social media to spew vitriol about women’s irresponsibility and that sexual assault was a result of dress choice and behaviour.There were several missed calls from Gabriella and Lucas, and a message from Aaron advising not to answer them and that he had told them that he was filtering calls from the record co

On Monday Raven turned up unannounced at their gate as was his habit. Victor went to greet him at the door as Vice and Mirage were already in the pool, and watched as the lean, black-haired, sharply featured man got out of the crappy silver sedan he was driving.Raven looked rough even by his normal standards with a week’s worth of stubble on his face and shadows under his eyes, but he grinned widely, revealing a flash of strong white teeth against his olive complexion, upon seeing Victor.“If you offer me coffee, I am not responsible for my reaction,” Raven said.“What?” Victor raised an eyebrow and realised that he was teasing him about the manbun he was wearing and the beard he had been growing in. He stroked his beard between his forefinger and thumb. “You don’t like the beard? Apparently, they are the current fashion, and it doesn’t raise a rash on Mirage. Anywhere,” he added with a glint in his eye.Raven snorted. “You grew a beard so you that didn’t prickle your woman when you

“Thank you,” Vixen sashayed between them, Shadow hard on her heels, and they stepped into the house leaving the three men to bring up the rear.“I trust Vixen,” Raven murmured under his breath. “Listen to what she has to say.”“I think she has you by the balls,” Vice replied. “Are your priorities straight, Raven?”Raven did not answer him, but colour rose up his neck to his cheeks.Mirage was waiting in the seating area and stood as they entered.“Hello Miranda,” Vixen said. “Or do you prefer Mirage? I am Vixen, and this is Shadow.”“Hi,” Shadow wiggled his fingers in a wave.“Hello,” Mirage’s eyes went to Vice and Victor, and then back to Vixen. “Won’t you sit down? Would you like to have a drink? I could do with a drink,” she said.“Champagne?” Vice stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle. “Raven? Shadow?”“Beer for me,” Raven said.“Shadow will have a beer,” Vixen replied.“He must have been a good boy,” Raven commented under his breath, and exchanged a smirk with Shadow

Mirage froze. She felt as if someone had run an ice cube along her spine. Her heart was a hard, insistent beat against her ribcage.“What are you doing here, Richard?”Mr Rich had seen better days, she thought. She could smell the alcohol on him, and sour body odour. His clothing had been slept in at least once, and his cheeks wore a week’s worth of stubble.He was holding a gun, low against his hip, the muzzle pointed at her.Shit. This is not how I want to die, she thought bitterly. At the wrong end of a bullet fired by a narcissistic rapist. Had he been right? Was that really how the world worked? Was it really a man’s world?F-k that, she decided, angrily. She had started this fighting, and she would go down fighting.She prayed that he had not already been by the boardroom where Vice and Victor were in negotiations with Gabriella and Lucas.“Police are searching my f-king house,” he told her with fury. “I have been f-king fired and no one will touch me. I have f-king protestors o

“Are you ready?” Vice asked her, his voice low. “If you feel tired…”Mirage could hear the music pouring out of the venue in the occasional breaks in the roar from the crowds gathered around the red carpet as the limousine driver opened the door. The crowd pressed against the barricades trying to see who was in the car.“I am fine,” she assured him. “Fit as a fiddle.”Both he and Victor would happily have kept her home and in bed forever more, she thought, amused.Vice lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before releasing her. She watched him slide elegantly out of the car, something only he could do, she was certain. The man simply oozed elegance in every movement, like a sleekly coated panther.She heard the crowds scream his name, excitement rising the pitch, and the flash as cameras went into a frenzy, and his laughter, enjoying their admiration. Vain boy, Natalia called him fondly. As usually, Victor’s mother was entirely correct. But Mirage loved the vain boy.“Re