Chapter 17
Sliding off the bar stools, the women weaved their way through the crowd of people gathered in the room. It took them a few minutes to reach the table due to a few men stopping them, asking for a dance. When they finally made it through the crowd, they found themselves facing two very large men, obviously security, blocking them from going any further.
"Sorry, ladies this is a private table. You all need to move along," the larger one with beefy arms said stepping forward, his hands in front of him in a gesture that meant to move the women away.
Bending forward to speak to the five women standing before him, the second guard, practically drooling over them, winked. “If you ladies don't mind waiting for a bit, my friend and I should be done shortly."
Isabel had a mischievous gleam in her eye. With one eyebrow raised, she looked at Joanne, gave a silent nod, then turned her attention back to the man standing in front of her. “Sorry there, big fella, but the only man I am interested in is Richie Sambora." Her voice carried the accent of a southern belle.
Shaking her head, Joanne had to stifle her laugh. Following Isabel's lead, Joanne put her hands on her hips, a wicked grin on her lips. " I am not leaving here without Jon Bon Jovi either."
The other three caught on right away to the little game being played. In the blink of an eye, the two guards found themselves facing five very stubborn, determined women. Isabel knew the only way she was going to get Richie's attention, since the two morons wouldn't let them through, was by raising her voice. "RICHIE! RICHIE SAMBORA I LOVE YOU!"
The older security guy was starting to get pissed. These damn women need to leave. Fucking bitches! Having had enough, he reached out and grabbed Joanne by the elbow.
"Alright, miss, that's enough. I asked you nicely to leave, you didn't, so now we do it my way."
Giving a hard shove, the guard knocked Joanne to the ground, causing her to land on her wrist. Since Lani had been standing right behind her, she fell too. Out of the corner of her eye, Isabel watched in disbelief as the guard shoved her two friends to the ground.
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FRIENDS! ASSHOLE! RICHIE, JON?!" Isabel yelled, trying to get their attention while attempting to push the other guard out of her way. Richie's head popped up when he heard his name.
"Hey, man. Did you hear that?" He tilted his head in the direction of the voice. Jon didn't hear anything, he was about to ask the stuffed shirts what the point of the meeting was about when commotion at the other end of the table caught his attention. "What the hell is going on down there? Are those two guys with you?" He asked Scott, pointing to the guards standing behind the young executive.
Not wanting the band to see his security being rough with a few fans, Scott tried to change the subject. Waving his hand in a gesture that meant, “don't worry about it’, he quickly explained the reason for the meeting, "As I said earlier ,ticket sales are through the roof, fans from all over the world are begging for more dates. The band is hotter than hell right now. We want to extend the tour. So what do you say, guys. Can we extend the tour?" A gleam in his eye, Scott was positive the band would say yes. The look on Scott and the two silent executives faces when the the band simultaneously yelled, "NO!" was priceless.
Scott was about to argue his point to the band when he was cut off by Tracy's voice rang out loud and clear. "If you don't take your hands off of me, I swear I will rip your balls off with my bare hands and shove them down your throat!"
Jumping out of his chair, David walked around the table to find out who his wife was threatening bodily harm to. Tico and Hugh also vacated their seats, wanting to help if needed.
Joanne was pissed beyond words. Rubbing her elbow where the guard had held her, she and Lani got back on their feet with some assistance from Melissa and Tracy. Stomping over to where the guard stood, she slapped him square across the face.
Speaking through clenched teeth, she made her feelings known. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Feeling the sting on the side of his face from where her hand had landed, the mammoth sized man put his large hand around her upper arm. "That was a bad move," the guard sneered.
That time Richie recognized the voice. Leaning over to Jon, Richie intimated, "Did you hear that? Sounded like Joanne?" The response Richie received to his question was Jon slamming his glass down on the table, kicking the chair back as he rose from his seat. Storming around the table in quick and decisive strides, he found himself standing behind the second guard.
"MOVE!" a furious Jon bellowed to the man in front of him.
Swiveling around to see who was making demands, the guard found himself facing a very angry rock star. With a lump the size of a golf ball in his throat, and not wanting any trouble, the guard moved. When the view was cleared Jon was able to see what was going on, but what he saw made his blood boil. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF MY WIFE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I KILL YOU!"
