Sinful Serenade

Chapter 6

Kenneth

We're in the middle of rehearsal for tonight's show in Richmond, Virginia when my phone vibrates in my pocket. In the midst of the breakdown for "Chaos and Despair", I fish it out of my pocket to find a notification that sends a jolt of satisfaction up my spine:

Danielle Simmons has accepted your friend request.

Fuck yes!

"Take five," I announce to the band, a sense of urgency pulsing beneath my calm exterior. Grabbing a bottle of water, I retreat to the edge of the stage, eager to begin my investigation. My fingers fly across my screen as I access Danielle's f*******: page.

A quick scan confirms what I expected: her online presence is sparse, her posts infrequent. Each meticulously crafted post reinforces the 'good girl' persona she tries so hard to present to the world. I f*****g hate it, but at the same time, it means she has something to hide; there's a darkness I have yet to uncover.

I suspect she's an undercover, depraved freak. Those girls that sit pretty in church, but are also willing to suck your d**k in the choir room. I've met a few, yet no one has ever caught my attention like my little trouble has.

As I continue to scroll through her profile, my determination to uncover more information intensifies. Every post, every photo, every comment becomes a piece of the puzzle in my quest to understand her.

Of course, I remind myself, I'll take my time to unravel every aspect of her being. But that can only happen once she's mine, once I've claimed her for myself.

Hmm. She has varied music taste, a mix that spans genres and styles. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that, though the thought of being subjected to listening to Justin Bieber or Ed Sheeran would make me shoot myself in the f*****g head.

Anime, sit-coms, and true crime shows. A curious combination, yet it reveals her complexity. I'm not really a tv fan, but I can see us in bed, her watching her favorite shows while I shove my tongue in her p***y and make her scream my name.

And then there's her favorite flower, the red dahlia. I find myself wondering if red is also her favorite color, that would be something we have in common. We'll be able to admire her pretty, crimson blood together when she bleeds for me.

As I continue to unravel the enigma that is Danielle Simmons, I'm struck by the hint of rebellion in her choices. It may not be obvious, but she refuses to be defined by societal expectations and that excites the demon inside my head.

There's so much to learn about the girl who has captured my attention like no other. And when the time is right, I'll devote myself to knowing every little detail about her, inside and out.

As I navigate to the "tagged posts" section, I recognize the girl that accompanied her to the gig.

Maeve Barnes.

With a sense of intrigue, I click on Maeve's page, eager to discover any additional information about my little trouble. As I scroll through the multitude of photos of them together, I notice that in every one, she is dressed in long-sleeved attire, whether it's a shirt, dress, or even beneath her scrubs.

Little trouble, what more are you hiding from me?

I can't wait to find out. But how?

A smirk curls at my lips as I stumble upon the answer: Maeve is throwing a party on Friday, and it looks like my girl is attending.

Masks required? It couldn't be more perfect.

The anonymity of the masks will shield me from unwanted attention, allowing me to observe Danielle without the risk of being bombarded by fans. Of course, I have no intention of approaching her yet, I just want to see what makes her come alive.

"Who's that, Kenny? She's cute," Gage teasing voice almost startles me, and I flinch, realizing he's been peering over my shoulder for who knows how long.

"None of your f*****g business," I mutter, instinctively shielding my phone from his prying eyes.

But that doesn't deter him. "I didn't even know you had a f*******:. Send me a friend request."

I grind my molars, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "I don't, and I'm not doing that."

"You didn't know about his fake account?" Roxy interjects out of nowhere, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "He's been checking it constantly for the past three days."

I shoot her a glare. She's still seated at the drums, lightly tapping her stick against one of them.

Okay, apparently I have no privacy in this hellhole.

Standing up to make my escape to my hotel room, Julio strolls into the room with the obnoxiously stupid headset someone gifted him yesterday attached to his ear. "Why have we paused rehearsal? We have a damn show tonight," he shouts.

Ugh, this motherfucker again.

I roll my eyes so hard, I half expect them to stick in place. "We're good to go, Julio," I reply, not even attempting to hide my irritation.

His eyes land on me, and I can practically his judgmental scrutiny boring into my skull. "I'm surprised you're here, and not an hour late. You will also be on time for the show, tonight, correct?" he asks, his skepticism evident.

I grind my teeth together, the urge to snap back almost overwhelming. "If I say yes, will it get you off my back?" I shoot back.

He meets my gaze with a deadpan expression. "If you're not lying to me again."

He always seems to get underneath my skin every time we're in the same room together. I'm starting to wonder if he's still in his feelings that I f****d his slutty daughter two years ago, but in my defense, I didn't know who she was, and I'm not the one who leaked the video. She did. Before it was scrubbed from the internet, at least two million people saw my d**k, so I thought that would've been revenge enough for him.

Apparently not. It seems he plans to annoy me to death.

But I guess that's starting to make more sense than everyone claiming that he 'just cares about me'. I knew that was bullshit, anyway.

I push down my emotions, opting to kill him with my own brand of kindness. After all, I'm in a better mood today, likely due to the anticipation of seeing my girl on Friday.

"I'll be on time, Julio," I assure him, flashing a tight smile.

His eyes turn into slits, but he simply grunts and exits the room without further comment.

Turning my attention to Gage, who's been silently observing the interaction between me and our manager, I inquire about the necessary details I need to know before I begin crafting my plan.

"Where will we be preforming on Friday?" I ask, my tone casual yet purposeful.

Gage takes a moment to ponder before responding, "I believe in Raleigh, NC. Why?"

Perfect. I mentally note to book a plane ticket; the flight should only be a little over an hour, leaving me with plenty of time to show up for the party.

I shrug as I casually slide my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. "I have a flight to catch that night."

Nolan, appearing suddenly behind Gage, catches wind of the conversation. "To where?" he asks, pinching his eyebrows together.

Andy interjects with a scoff. "Like he would tell you. He's the most secretive asshole there is," he remarks, eliciting laughter from Roxy and Gage, but a flicker of hurt flashes across my brother's features.

What's his problem lately? It's like he wants to be my f*****g therapist or something.

No thank you. I already avoid the one I have.

"I'm going to my room. See you guys tonight," I mumble, turning on my heel and sauntering out of the room before I can be interrogated further by my nosy ass bandmates.