Chapter 83

He sauntered into the arena, his eyes flitting from person to person. Fuck the place was jammed. Seems this band was more popular than he would have thought an old hair metal band would be. You fuckin' lil whore. You had to just get involved with some big ass rock star. You think thats gonna protect you? You think thats gonna keep me from bringing you back where you belong?

He grinned to himself as he thought over the last week. He'd gotten lucky when he finally made his rounds back to Geena's. She'd not been home and it had only taken a few minutes to get through her door. Stupid bitch that she wasn't didn't have a lock that was secure. He'd rambled through things for a bit until he'd noticed her little planner on the desk, with today's date and Sacramento written in nice huge letters.

With absolutely no feelings of guilt he'd booted up the laptop there, laughing hysterically as the Bon Jovi desktop came into view. Strike two on the stupid meter, she didn't even use a password. He'd connected to the web, opened her browser and couldn't help the damned shout of triumph as her browser auto booted to various sites.

With the bare minimum of scanning the forum he'd found out about the concert. Thank god for stupid bitches who auto save their passwords. He'd opened her email and read through the ten or so emails from Bri chronicling her life with the guitarist his anger mounting at the idea of HIS wife off with some shit sucking rock and roll star.

Within moments he'd called his favorite travel agency, secured himself fan pit front row seats in that town and made travel arrangements.

Pulling himself back into the present, he grinned as he walked further into the arena. "you'll be home before you know it. You'll be my perfect little wifey again. After I teach you about fuckin' around with rock stars.

The girls were all set to enjoy Jon's birthday show when they started off with Just Older. Both girls giggled over how appropiate that was. The setlist was pretty much the same with a few changes until Jon called Richie out after Make a Memory. When the first words escaped Jon's mouth Geena became totally lost in the song, Jared long forgotten at least for the moment .

Bri glanced up at Richie, and felt her togue glue itself to the roof of her mouth. He'd worn the lace ups that night and she knew beyond a doubt it was to tease. As he leaned in, his voice lending fullness to Jon as they crooned Can't help falling in love, she couldn't stop the near shudder and whimper.

Leaning into Geena, she poked her side for attention. "IF they do I'll be there for you too I"m so gonna die."

"I think I have," Geena purred her eyes avidly on the man that had stolen her heart so many years before only to steal it all over again for real.

Richie gazed down at Bri and smiled before turning his eyes on the crowd. He better not be here. He growled to himself then turned back to the mic as they started the first cords of I'll Be There For You.

Her hand went to her chest as they started the song, and each time Richie glanced her way she felt as if he was singing it just to her. Every day that went by, each small gentle gesture of caring was all turning into one huge case of love forever.

She leaned in to Geena as the catwalk songs kept flowing one after the other. She couldn't remember a time when they had been on the catwalk so long. God it was heavenly. And although she knew it was her fanciful imagination, it seemed as if Rich was looking right at her the entire time.

When his eyes widened during Have a Nice Day and during the solo he flipped the bird she turned to see exactly who his eyes were honed on, only to shudder to dead stop.

Geena noticed Bri's sudden frozen positure she turned in the direction of her paniced look and froze herself. Forcing herself into movement, she then turned to Jon and waved frantically and pointed, hoping to catch their attention. Then she linked her arm with Bri's and held stead fast.

The bitch grabbed a hold of my prize? Who the hell does she think she is? He started to laugh as the almighty rock stars started towards the main stage, knowing that if they started up wtih the fast music Geena would be dancing again. Moving backwards he acted as if he were leaving. If she looked back, he'd be gone and maybe she'd let go of Sabrina.

Geena held tight to Bri and muttered, "I won't let him get you. Hang on to me. I dont care if he drags me, I am not letting go of you."

Richie had noticed Bri's stiffeness and Geena's sudden protectiveness and felt his worry ratchet up a million notches. He tried to gaze over the audience to see what might have gotten them both freaked only to see nothing. He slowly walked over to Jon and muttered, "Something is wrong. Look at the girls. I tried to see if he was out there, but I can't see him."

Jon nodded, turning to the mic to announce the next song, a song that would allow him to walk through the pit. As he sang he wound through the people, shaking hands, his eyes on Geena and Bri. Stopping for a moment he gave her a hug like any other fan, and asked the question with his eyes. Is he here, is she not safe?

Geena pulled back and pointed with her free hand to where Jared had been before hissing. "He was there, I saw him."

He remembered well the picture Geena had shown him and Richie, his body angling the way she'd indicated and saw nothing. Maybe he had been there, maybe he had left, but for now everything seemed ok. He started back to the stage, still singing, his body making slight movements the crowd would never recognise as orders to his crew.

Both girls did however. The next thing they knew they were surrounded by big burly guys. Geena glanced over at Bri and breathed a sigh of relief but was still unsure whether she should let go of Bri or not.

Her brow arched at the sudden need for closeness Geena was showing. Tugging away she moved slightly to the edge of the pit closer to Richie and lost herself in the solo he was doing. She'd not seen Jared again, it had probaly all been imagination as it was, and now that extra security had appeared from nowhere? Well Richie was playing a solo and that she was going to enjoy.

Jon glanced at Richie as they went into Wanted, his brow flicking up as his bro went san's Stetson for the song. It was a a true rarity in concert, that song without the hat. Turning to the mic his eyes went out over the audience and knew beyond a doubt that his brother didn't want his eyes obscured.

Richie went into his solo momentarily lost in the music but kept his eyes fixated on Bri. So help him if anything happened to her he would kill the bastard and not feel bad for it. She had come to be such an intricate part of his life and if he lost her now he would lose a part of himself. I gotta keep her safe. He would die first before that asshole got his hands on her again.

Richie moved to the mic and sang the chorus but all the while making sure his girl was safe. He thought he spotted him once but he had seemed to have disappeared. There would be no messing around tonight. It was straight to the hotel, and if need be more security added their as well. He would do anything in his power to keep her safe.

As Wanted faded into Prayer, she slipped back to stand beside Geena. It would be over soon, and then they could head backstage. She had plans for the string holding those lace ups together. Fuck that, he'd changed to gray, she had plans to get him back into the laceups.

As she moved towards Geena she felt a hand encircle her arm, tugging her back towards the walkway. "Fuck G. How'd you....."

Eyes went wide as her soul froze at the grin confronting her. "Time to head home lil wifey.

You've had your fun."