15
Grant
The flashy bright sign outside of Beacon Theatre glared down at me on Broadway. I glared back.
This was the last f*****g place I wanted to be tonight. But I’d agreed. I’d made a deal with the devil only for it to be thrown back in my face. Hollis had been the connection I used to get Ari and I into that snooty restaurant on Valentine’s Day. All the good that had done me. But even though it hadn’t worked out how I had intended, I still had to keep up my end of the bargain.
Which meant I had to walk backstage with the rest of the guys and hear Hollis out.
“Come on, bro,” Miller said, clapping me on the back. “Show time.”
I wished we were playing this f*****g venue tonight. The Drift had sold out the venue for the evening on the kick off of their new tour for their album that h
