Chapter 8

Mark arrived right in the middle of the stage where three tall guys had staked out their spots. At this minute in time, the black widows where doing what they’d done to Lucky. And the guys being gentlemen and seeing low cut tops and extra short skirts of course were going to say yes, till Mark arrived.

‘Hey guys, you doing ok?’ He shook hands with them, and then turned his glare on the females. ‘Ladies y’all just don’t listen do ya? I told ya to go all the way over to the other side! Please do as I’ve asked, and try not to cause any more of a scene otherwise I’ll have you ejected. Now move!’ The last bit said in a cold steely voice.

They called him a bastard but moved on, ‘I’ll watch you move ladies, just so you don’t happen to stand on someone.’ His eyes cold and flat, the black widows knew they’d pushed too much and scuttled off to the far side.

‘Guys I’m sorry, but that bunch is bad news, they look for tall people, make them feel guilty that they have to stand behind you, and you let them in. Then they’d have pushed you well out of the way! The only reason I made them is, if you look over there to that tall gorgeous woman, see her?’ The guys waved at her and Lucky waved back laughing. ‘Well they tried to get her to move and she stood her ground, they tried to throw red wine on her, but I spotted them. If she hadn’t said no to them, I wouldn’t have noticed them, and you’d have been out on your asses by now. Y’all need to thank Lucky.’

The men thanked him, and told him they’d by Lucky a beer or wine later. He laughed and walked towards where the widows had set up camp, they all flipped him off and he’d laughed at them, telling the security near them to make sure they didn’t shit on anyone else’s day, then headed back to talk to Mike.

An hour later they sent out the warm up bands warm up band. And Lucky realised she may just need the loo, and started to look about.

Mark had wandered back after an interesting conversation with his boss, seems like David had been in the truck and liked what he’d seen. Mark chuckled and headed towards Lucky noticing she was looking agitated.

‘Hey doll what’s up?’ He shouted at her, getting over the music.

‘Oh hey, you back again? I’m just wondering how long it’s going to take me to get to the loo and then get back in.’ By now she’d pulled her hair into a pony tail as it’d turned damn hot.

People who knew Mark could spot a light bulb going off over his head at twenty paces. ‘Tell you what I’ll take ya backstage and then you won’t have to deal with gettin out and gettin back in.’ He grinned.

‘Oh no, I couldn’t let you do that.’ But hell it sounded more appealing than doing the ‘excuse me’ dance.

‘Oh come on, can’t the second in command of the security pull rank sometimes for a beautiful woman.’ He leered at her, and she laughed.

‘Ok, but how the hell do we do it?’ She shouted over the blaring music.

Mark signalled another humungous guard over. ‘Ok you’re tall enough; sit your ass on the rail.’ She did and the people about her laughed at her eye roll. ‘Ok, now put your arms about our necks, that’s it, ok on three.’ On three the men lifted her up and over the fence and onto her feet.

‘Y’all keep her space won’t you?’ Mark asked the people about them, they smiled and nodded. ‘Ok let’s go.’ Taking her hand to help steer her over the hordes of cables he took her into the deep recess of the stadium.