Into the Reverb

Chapter Thirty Eight

The low bass beat pounds through the speakers as the group entered the club. The dimmed space is hazy and stuffed with people already indulging in the debauchery. Kylo looks around unamused. Kurak, Sykes and Cardo are quickly gone, disappearing into the crowd.

“Cmon Ky, you had a shitty day. You deserve a little fun” Vic says, slapping his shoulder. While he does agree, he has a bad feeling about this. He assesses the room as he walks to the bar set up in back by the floor to ceiling windows. The dance floor writhes and sways to the trap music the DJ is spinning. He feels eyes on him as he passes.

“Look who it is!?” a voice yells from his side. Looking over, he sees Vic hugging Shawn and another man he doesn’t recognize. They worked with Shawn previously on other projects when they were with First Order. He is a killer DJ and overall hip hop media mogul. His insight into the business and eye for talent was impeccable.

He sees Shawn’s eyes searching for him. He smiles broadly when he sees him. “Kylo” he yells, arms outstretched. Sighing to himself, he heads towards the three men. “Good to fucking see you man” Shawn says, hugging him and laughing loudly. He hasn’t changed much.

“Damn you’ve gotten big, boy. Marcus, when I first met this kid, he was scrawny as fuck but damn he blew me away when he got a hold of a guitar. He is a born rock star” Shawn says, turning to the other man.

The shorter black man smiled courteously as Shawn continued to talk. “So happy you came. Oli has been talking my ear off about how well the tour has gone. I listened to the album, and I must say it’s something special” Shawn says, leading them to a lounge. Sitting down, he sees Shawn flick his wrist. Drinks are quickly brought by beautiful women. He winks at one, tapping her lightly on her barely covered ass.

Kylo sips his drink. It’s good. He hunches over, swirling his whiskey as he listens to Vic and Shawn talk. Looking around, he shakes his head. You would be so uncomfortable here. He knows you are a grown woman, but he would feel legit uncomfortable explaining what he’s already seen in the little time he has been here. He takes another drink.

A slim woman sits down on Marcus’ lap. She shifts her long hair over her shoulder. As her face becomes visible, Kylo freezes. Bazine. Why the fuck is Bazine here? He sees her scowl as she slides off his lap and back onto her four-inch heels. Marcus looks confused. “Well, well” she sneers, crossing her arms over her fake breasts.

Kylo looks up finally to take in his infamous ex-girlfriend. She’s still slim, dressed to the nines in a shimmery black one sleeved mini dress. Her tall gold heels shimmering in the low light. Her breasts and ass are larger, probably from fillers along with her lips. She scowls at him, those dark brown eyes full of malice and hate.

“Bazine” he says, swigging down the rest of his whiskey. He’s going to need it for this. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she shouts, stomping over to him. He straightens and sits tall, not wanting to do this but making himself ready for a fight. He can feel his anger simmering in his veins. “I was invited” he says, nodding to Shawn.

She scoffs, looking over to Shawn. “They were babe. They are touring with Oli and you know we cool” Shawn says distractedly as another woman slides into his lap. “Oh, so your cool with the fucking asshole who used to drug me up and then throw me around like a ragdoll?!” she yells. He stills as he stares at her. His anger builds.

“That never happened, and you fucking know that” he growls, trying to keep his anger in check. “Oh, really Kylo? Let’s see…I specifically remember you giving me E before a show and then fucked me against a wall in front of your boys. I had so many scratches and bruises up my back that makeup had to work overtime for my shoot the next day” she says, smiling maliciously. He can feel eyes on him as she continues. “You don’t remember that? I bet you wouldn’t. You’ve probably killed off most of your brain cells during those parties on the tour bus.”

He starts to shake as his vision begins to redden. He stands, enraged at this bitch’s words. “I didn’t do shit. You wanted to have a good time and I complied. It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself!” he yells back. She laughs bitterly, turning those evil eyes up to him.

“Hmm really, does you little producer whore know all the shit you’ve done? How you had a rotation of girls at the First Order on call at your whim to suck your cock? How you had me whenever you were horny and I let you do whatever you wanted just so I could have some of Cardo’s coke stash?” she says, smirking.

He takes a step forward, fists shaking at his side. “What are you seriously gonna do? That’s right, fucking nothing as always. You can’t do shit here. If you put one finger on me, it will destroy you and your precious second chance you got at that shitty ass studio and the whore you scammed into helping you” she says, sliding back into a shocked Marcus’ lap. “You fucking…” “Kylo” Vic says standing in front of him, blocking his view of Bazine. “Kylo, she’s not worth it” he says, grabbing a shoulder to turn him away.

Bazine smirks, shifting so she is in Kylo’s vision. “Ohh Viccy, good to see you too. Are you still desperate for anyone or anything to get you off? I got a friend who…” “Bazine enough!” Shawn yells. She freezes, looking at him. “Marcus, remove her please” he says coldly, still staring at her. Marcus obediently stands, dragging Bazine away.

“Kylo…” Vic says, voice tight. He looks up, the rage fading from his vision. People are close, too close. They have their phones out and whisper to each other under the music. Fuck. He shook his head, angry at himself that she got a rise out of him so quickly. She played him like a fucking fiddle and got the response she wanted.

“I texted Oli, he knows you guys are leaving” Shawn says. He reaches out and grabs Kylo’s wrist. “I didn’t know and I’m sorry” he says. He nods silently. “Vic, text me when you guys get back” Shawn says, leaning back into his seat. All he feels is embarrassment and anger as Vic leads him to the doors. His mind is swarmed with bad memories as they walk to their awaiting SUV.

“I’ll text Hux and Cas about this, so they can get ahead of this” Vic says, opening the door for him. Kylo huffs, laughing bitterly. “Nothing we will help that” he mumbles, rubbing a hand down his face. “You know she said that shit to get a rise out of you, Ky. You know everything you guys did was consensual and is just blowing it all out of proportion” Vic says turning to him. He knows what Vic is saying is true, but all he can focus on is you. Your response to that vile bitch’s words being spread all over social media.

His phone buzzes in his pocket multiple times, confirming his fears. He doesn’t even need to look to know it’s a video of the two of them going at it freshly posted on YouTube. Vic looks at his phone and curses. Kylo shuts his eyes, so afraid you won’t want anything to do with him after this. That he is a monster who is unredeemable. He huffs, willing his tears away.

“Cmon Ky” Vic says gently, eyeing other party goers exiting the club. Thankful to have Vic with him right now, he gets into the SUV and drops his head into his hands. He should’ve listened to his gut. He knew he had a bad feeling about the party and due to his stupidity, he didn’t listen. Also, now due to his stupidity, he may lose the best thing that ever happened to him over past mistakes.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and flings it on the seat, not wanting constant reminders of what just happened. He shuts his eyes, trying to come up with what he is going to say to you. He has no idea, but he must try. He doesn’t notice Vic checking his phone, swiping away unneeded notifications.

Feeling protective, Vic texted Hux and Cassian letting them know Bazine had struck again. He also texted you, asking you to call him before talking to Kylo. He takes a deep breath watching the city fly by. Putting his phone down, he hopes Cassian and Hux can work their magic once again and that you and Kylo’s relationship is strong enough to withstand this.