Free Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4) by TM Watkins

sister was putting the pictures all over her twitter account and from there it went global.
    There was a message from Zeke saying he wanted some bit of tourist trinket from Vegas. Damn, I should have listened to them before I left. Goose left a message saying that someone took a photo outside the chapel, I was still over Evans shoulder. Apparently it was an up skirt shot taken from across the road. He also mentioned that he liked our new hair dos.
    Another message from a very well-known starlet that I had never spoken to before in my entire career, telling me she was in Vegas for the night and if I wanted to catch up and party to let her know. Pfft. As if.
    The next few messages were a little disturbing. Fan girls. So now I'm not very popular with the seriously over the top teenage girls that adore Night Fire and in particular, my new husband. Great, just what I need.
    I jumped as the buzzer went off, someone was at the gate. My heart would have settled except when I thought that it would be Evan, it continued in its rapid assault on my body. Wearily I wandered over to the panel, pressing the button.
    “Yeah.”
    “Hey hey big sister, feel like some company?”
    “Hey Goose, come on in.”
    I pressed the gate button and wandered over to the door. As I opened it I could hear the yelling, the screaming. It didn't help with the thumping hangover I had. The poor security guys had their work cut out for them, it wasn't just the fan girls that had turned up to yell obscenities at me, it was my fans wanting to yell at Evan too. This was insane. Goose pulled up by the garages and quickly walked in.
    “Far out Harmie, that's intense.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Have you seen the news?”
    “No, I avoid those things, you know that.”
    He strolled into the lounge room and turned on the television, turning to the entertainment channel. There was Seph and I, dozens of images of our two day rampage, then images of Evan and Jaxon with us. He turned up the volume.
    “In a Vegas bender with her sister Persephone. In a little tattoo parlor they met up with Evan Cooper and Jaxon Ryan from Night Fire. After a two night drunken rampage, the bender ended with Evan and Harmony marrying.”
    The image cut from the woman to fan girls crying. Dozens of them outside a mansion, lining the fence, trying to climb the wrought iron gates. Must be Evan's house. Sad that I didn't know that nor have actually seen it. I snatched the remote from Goose's hand and hit the mute.
    “They are crazy.” he muttered.
    “Yeah.”
    Then an image of Bill appeared. I hit the mute button again.
    “It was revealed that her manager Bill Landers had sent a message to photographer Artie Franklin revealing Harmony's vacation destination. Williams and Ingles Artist Management released the following statement.”
    The image changed to a fax that had been distributed to the media outlets, a man's voice read it out.
    “Williams and Ingles Artist Management has been made aware of a message sent by Bill Landers to a known member of the paparazzi. This company does not tolerate it's staff disclosing private information about our clients and have terminated his employment, effective immediately. We look forward to continuing our management of Harmony Roberts and the enduring success of her career.”
    “Far out.” Goose groaned.
    “Yep.”
    I flicked the television off as the next news piece came up.
    “So, where's your husband?”
    “Packing some things, coming here.”
    “Mum will probably want to do a family dinner.”
    “Great.” I huffed and rolled my eyes.
    Mum's idea of a family dinner was everyone bring a dish of something home cooked and god help you if you brought take away or something store bought to the table. That would be like swearing at her.
    The buzzer for the gate went off again, hopefully it will be Evan. I was getting sick of people sneaking past the guards and trying to talk to me.
    “Hello.”
    “Hello gorgeous.”
    “Hey you made it through the