Satan's Gift

From below, she watches him with hooded eyes. She sways, moving to the music that flows in the air. Sweat drips down the tip of his nose onto the guitar as his fingers thrum the notes from the strings.

The crowd is moving closer toward the stage, their hands in the air, their screams losing meaning among a hundred and fifty others. Still in front, Bella, Edward's woman, fights for prime position, busting a few ribs with her sharp elbows. One scathing look and a fire-tipped tongue send assholes hoping for some pussy away from her.

Jasper almost fucks the mike with his words, chest exposed, nipple ring glinting under the hot lights. Most of the women are screaming his name, sighing every time he locks eyes with one of them. Emmett stands stage right, assessing as he always does. He manages as he would coach a football team.

It works though, since it keeps their noses clean and their dicks out of minors. Dimitri, the band's drummer, with his thick Russian accent knows all about that shit, spending eight months in prison for not making sure the groupie he fucked was too young.

Edward's muse, his Bella, suddenly punches an asshole in the nuts. One that dared to lay a hand on her. Takes a bit of control for him to stay calm as one of their security guards grabs the fucker and disappear into the crowd. The lights move away from his eyes enough for him to check on her.

She sends him a wink, silently apologizing for causing trouble again. It isn't her fault. She has a body built for sin, and graced with a face of an angel. She has dark hair with matching eyes, contrasting with pale skin. Naturally pink full lips, framing an incredible but imperfect smile, with mile long lashes and legs. Her tits and an ass inspired some of the dirtier lyrics on their latest album.

She always says she was sent to him but never tells him from where. It's why he calls her Satan's Gift. She's as clever as the devil and twice as pretty.

He'd kill to keep her—again.

~oOo~

Edward's solo is coming up, and Bella's thighs clench in anticipation. Alice stands beside her, angry as always. Her relationship with Jasper is off again, but Bella knows by the following night it'll be on again. She's tired of the shit and stopped caring a while back. Alice never listens to what she says anyway.

"I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness," Alice screams along with the music, smirking a little knowing it'll rile up Bella.

Loud and obnoxious is the only way to hear with all the music.

"Quoting Ellis is not going to win you brownie points with me or him. Jasper is nothing but a fucking puppet. Not some kind of fallen angel." Bella glares at some dick trying for an ass grab again.

She should've stuck with a pair of jeans than a stupid dress, but then again, Edward will have easier access to her goods this way. The asshole isn't taking the hint, so she looks at his crotch while holding up her fist full of spiky rings, and he backs away slowly.

She continues giving Alice a piece of her mind as if the ape hadn't interrupted her. "Edward and I write the music and lyrics. The only reason why he's not up there singing is because he'd rather have the freedom to do what he does instead of being the ass kisser J is with the music studio heads and media."

"Bitch," Alice hisses in Bella's ear. "Even if it's true," she sighs seconds later. "He's realizing he doesn't like being the front man. I think that's why he's being such an asshole lately."

"Lately," Bella snorts. "Try since I entered the picture again."

"You changed his best friend," Alice accuses.