Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) by Miss Merikan Page B

moved with the crowd who carried
her back and forth as they all jumped up high. Here, she could forget her daily
life and worries. The ragged black clothes of the band floated with their every
move, and the corpsepaint transformed them into demons that took over this
gathering, feeding it harsh truths, beating reality into their heads with every
bass.
    Her eyes drifted to the longhaired guys
headbanging in front of the stage, and she couldn’t help but think of Hunter.
When the song ended, the men pushed their hair back, and Hunter’s face emerged
from the crowd, his heavily tattooed chest on show, sweaty and heaving for air.
He wasn’t wearing a T-shirt but had wide, studded bracers on his wrists.
    Asty stalled, pushed back and forth by the
sweaty crowd. How dare he follow her here? Hunter turned around and headed for
the bar as soon as Cries of Decay left the stage for the last time, but she was
sure it was just a way to hide and pretend he didn’t see her, when in fact, he
was stalking her. So he wouldn’t even say a word to her for two weeks, but came
here on the one night she decided to have some fun? She was not about to let
this go.
    “Hey there. Would you like a drink?” A guy
she didn’t even want to look at stopped her as she was heading toward the bar.
She didn’t care to answer, just looked him straight in the eye, and hissed,
sticking out her split tongue.
    “Oh, fuck! Never mind!” The guy raised his
hands defensively and quickly disappeared in the crowd.
    “Wuss,” she muttered to herself as she
pushed straight for the tall figure she didn’t know nearly well enough and yet
recognized. Venom was filling her veins and spilling on her tongue by the time
she pulled Hunter back by the arm.
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    Hunter acted perfectly shocked, but he
wasn’t fooling her. “I’m … at a concert.” He squinted slightly and leaned
against the counter.
    “Yeah, right,” Asty muttered and crossed
her arms on her chest. “I just wanted to have one night off. Is that too much
to ask? Why do you keep following me?”
    “I could ask you the same thing.” His frown
deepened, and infuriatingly, it only made him look more handsome. “You told me
to piss off, so I did. I work here.”
    Asty burst out laughing and looked at his
big sweaty chest, at the tattoos shining in the faint light, and at the long
tousled hair that she remembered caressing her skin when they fucked. “Of
course, you are. You’re the accountant.”
    Hunter’s lips didn’t even budge. “I rent
out speakers to bands. Help them set up. And what do you need a night off from
anyway? It’s not like you have a job.”
    Asty shut her mouth. She had stopped
working on her mobile styling business in the two months preceding her mother’s
death and didn’t start again since. She was selling her candles still, but it
didn’t bring nearly enough income to call it a job. It was humiliating. “How do
you know?”
    “I asked around.” He raised his eyebrows,
and there was that smug smirk.
    “So you are stalking me!” hissed
Asty and backed away slightly. “I have no reason to believe anything you say.”
    Hunter shrugged, and as he leaned against
the bar counter, Asty couldn’t help but glance at the thick veins on his arms
disappearing into the studded bracers. She remembered how strong those arms
were and wouldn’t be surprised if he did in fact spend a lot of time lugging
around heavy speakers.
    “You can go ask the band. I helped them do
sound checks and all that.”
    Asty took a deep breath, and her mind came
to a standstill. “You know Cries of Decay?”
    “I just told you. Why? Do I look like a
loser to you?”
    Asty gritted her teeth, angry she couldn’t
shake off the insistent attraction. “I don’t really know you.”
    “Maybe if you actually gave me five minutes
and got to know me, you’d be surprised by what you find.” Hunter pushed some of
his damp hair back in a casual gesture that made his