Candy, Mandy and Brandy

Senna's POV

"What a show!" Jax pants as we make our way to the dressing room.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand and I throw myself down onto the armchair, lazily draping my leg over the armrest. "That crowd was amazing!"

"Sure was," Beckett mouths. I watch as he stands with his hips pressed against the dresser in the far corner of the room. Leaning forward towards the mirror he combs his golden hair until it is smooth once again.

"Carmen and the girls will be here in twenty minutes," Rafa announces, without looking up from his phone. His fingers furiously typing.

Jax taps my leg indicating for me to move so that he can sit on the arm of the chair. I begrudgingly oblige and straighten up in the seat. "Does anyone even know where are we going?" he asks to the room simultaneously running his hand through his sweaty hair.

"Carmen's found some club not far from here. Think it's called, Circus. Zander has booked us a private room." Luca answers.

"Right well, I'm sweaty as fu—fruit punch. So I'm gonna have a shower. See you guys in twenty," I grab a towel, a fresh pair of black skinny jeans and new white T-shirt before heading towards the showers across the hall.

"Shower? Good idea," Jax chimes, jogging after me.

It's not often we have time to catch our breath after a show. Usually, we have to leave the venue as soon as we're finished, but given the small crowd at tonight's show, Zander was willing to bend the rules.

He doesn't like us going out too much either, particularly when we're together and on tour because he says it's a safety risk. So when we do go out he usually books us a private room and arranges for our personal security to go with us. It's a pretty effective strategy because at 6ft 10 not many people are game enough to take on Lil' Tony and his team.

On the other hand, I think Zander recognizes that if we are seen out on the town it's good for publicity and gets people talking. Which is exactly the part that I hate. It seems that media never even bother to fact check their stories, instead preferring to write a bunch of crap about us which we all have to sit back and take.

If I, or any of the boys, are seen with any girl we're instantly dating. I have a lot of female friends, and I'm apparently dating them all, which basically includes half of Hollywood and every imaginable Victoria's Secret model. Which wouldn't be so bad, if I was, in fact, dating half of Hollywood and every imaginable Victoria's Secret model.

One article claimed that Luca was seen leaving a club arm in arm with a mystery lady, who they of course speculated that he was dating. Which might have been believable IF the mystery girl wasn't Carmen. We all had a good chuckle at that and it became a running joke that he was dating his sister. The best bit about the whole thing is that it wasn't even him in the photo. It was Rafa. So they couldn't even get that right.

Stepping out from the change room, freshly showered I see Carmen standing in the dressing room door. "Give us a hug then C," I request as I walk towards the pretty girl with the long dark hair and tanned skin.

"Senna," she exclaims happily as she wraps her arms around me. "It's so good to see you. Last time I caught up with these two they said you were off sulking," she says pointing at her brothers.

I look at Rafa and Luca who shrug unapologetically as they stand just inside the door. "What? It's true," they chime.

"Hands off, Jager. Stop hogging her! It's my turn for a hug." Jax commands as he pushes me out of the way from behind.

The twins were pretty adamant when they joined the band that their sister was off limits. They needn't have worried though because, as pretty as she is, we all think of Carmen as a family. She is just as savage as them too and is probably the only one capable of keeping them in line. Being two years old than the boys she is able to join us on the tour fairly often, and lately, she's been bringing her friends from her school softball team.

Candice, Amanda, and Brandi, or Candy, Mandy and Brandy as Jax calls them, are just as fun as Carmen. They're all what you would call attractive and for a while, Jax had a bit of thing for Amanda. That was until he stumbled across Brandi sitting on her lap, and he was able to piece together the fact that the two girls were in fact dating. Candice is the quietest of them all but now that she's comfortable with us she has doesn't hold back. Hence the whole vomit on Gus situation that unfolded last time, which I would rather not be reminded of.

Stepping into the room I greet each of them with a smile and kiss on both cheeks.

"Are you ready to party, Senna? You heartbreaker!" Amanda questions grabbing my cheek playfully before slapping me gently.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm the heartbreaker of this group!"Jax calls out from behind me, as he greets the trio.

"Sure you are, Jax. You big softy," Brandi teases, messing his freshly washed hair. At 5ft 8in Jax isn't exactly short, but he is noticeably the smallest in the band with the other members all standing around 6ft. He is also considerably shorter than Brandi too, who is pushing 6ft 3.

"Right, are you bitches ready?" Carmen asks.

Candy, Mandy and Brandy all walk towards the door. "No, not you bitches. These bitches," she says pointing to me, Jax, Beckett and the twins.

"You've been here all of ten minutes, Car and you're already the most savage person in the room," Luca teases, throwing his arm over his sister's shoulder playfully. "God, I missed you!" he continues planting a kiss on top of her head.

The niceties last only until we make it to the waiting limo when the three Diaz siblings start bickering about which way we should go. Candice suggests that we leave it to the driver to get us there since none of us are from around here. She is instantly shot down by all three of them. Seeing Candice go down in a blaze of glory the rest us just keep our mouths closed and watch as they continue to argue.

Jax elbows her gently in the ribs. "Don't worry Candy. I'll buy you a drink as soon as we get there so you can forget all about them."

"No, thank you! I do not need you buying me any more drinks after last time AND my name is Candice, not a Candy" she spits, only half-jokingly.

Jax laughs, "whatever you say, Can-Dee."

Not too much later we make it to the club. And a Circus is exactly what we happens when the limo driver pulls up, not so inconspicuously, out the front. As we pile out of the car and on to the footpath, a group of paparazzi comes bounding out from god knows where shoving their camera's in our faces. The light from the flash is blinding against the darkness of the night sky and the faint glow of the club's signage, which makes navigating our way to the entry difficulty. Lil' Tony and his team do their best to clear our path. As we reach the steps at the bottom of the entry I am following behind Bandi, who is wearing a floor-length white skirt. In the rush to get up the stairs I manage to get my foot caught in the skirt and tumble backward onto the sidewalk.

To make matters worse, Jax, who was walking right behind me takes the brunt of the impact as I take him down with me, accidentally using him to cushion my fall. I scamper to get up hoping that the paparazzi missed the action. Standing, I notice that I am not so lucky as there seems to be double the cameras than before. I lower my hand and offer it to Jax, who is still sitting on the pavement laughing hysterically. He accepts my hand and I pull him to his feet. In typical Jax fashion he turns to the crowd and bows like a gymnast who has just completed their event. Everyone laughs and cheers, which Jax , of course laps up.

I watch silently from the top of the stairs wiping the gravel off my hands and onto the leg of my jeans. "Are you done yet?" I ask as he makes his way inside the club.

"You owe me a drink for that one!" he teases wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Because we're underage we can't technically buy drinks at the bar but that doesn't stop them serving them in our "private room". I use the word room loosely because basically it is just a space that is sectioned off that overlooks the dance floor below. There are three couches lining the three walls, with a very expensive looking table in the middle. Taking a seat on the closest couch I notice that the very expensive table is already lined with drinks.

It doesn't take long before we're all in a pretty relaxed mood and someone, namely Jax, suggests a drinking game. We all agree that never have I ever is cliche and after last time Candice flat out refuses to participate. Instead, we decide on 'ban THAT word'. Essentially for the rest of the night anyone who says the word "that" has to drink.

Turns out that Beckett is pretty hopeless and it isn't long before he is drunk and falls asleep on the couch, head back and mouth gaping open. From where I am sitting I can see down his throat. I gesture to Lil' Tony that he's done for the night so Tony arranges for his team to sneak Beckett discreetly back to Gus.

Im not really a big fan of clubbing and part of me wishes I could go with him. But instead, I stay seated on the couch, drink in hand.

The twins are on the dance floor with Carmen, Amanda, Brandi and some random girls who are doing all they can to get their attention. I laugh as Carmen does everything she can to shoe them away from her brothers. As cunning as the girls are, they're no match for Carmen.

Meanwhile, Jax and Candice are sitting on the couch next to me having a deep and meaningful conversation about whether a roll of toilet paper should be placed on the dispenser with the paper rolling over itself or rolling under itself. Jax is team under.

I tune out and lean back on the couch and feel the beat of the music. I feel myself drifting off to sleep until I feel the familiar vibration of my phone in my pocket.

"Hey. I know you said you were busy but I just heard this joke and had to tell you. Ok, here it goes: Why do cows have hooves? Because they lactose. Bwhahahhahaa."

As I open the message I stare hard at the screen to get the letters to focus. By the time I manage to read it two minutes have passed. Gosh! I must be a little drunk, I think as I laugh hard, snorting my drink straight out of my nose. I wipe the liquid from my face and with sticky fingers, I type my reply.

"Hey! Imma a glad you texts. That was so fumnty I spit out my drink."

She replies immediately. "How's you're night?"

"B betterer if yo were here," I reply a little too truthfully.

"Well, I don't even know where here is, Mr. Secretive."

"I can't tell yu, becaus yu won't lik mea anymore." Shit, that took forever to type.

"SJ, are you drunk?"

Shit, she's on to me. Act normal. "No. Yu r!."

"Haha ok. Pretty sure you're drunk.... so tell me why won't I like you if you told me about yourself?"

"Yu don't lik my typr."

"OMG! I knew it you are a drug baron!"

"Nooooo"

"You're a redhead?"

Ok. Even drunk I know that's funny. " Ha! Wht hve yo got aganst red head?"

"Nothing I was just joking. Now tell me...."

"No can't. Yu'll hate me andd" I accidentally push send before I've finished typing.

"And?"

"I lik yu," I reply and press send.

"Oh no, you don't!" Jax cries as he rips my phone from my hand.

"Give that back!" I demand.

"No, Senna! You'll thank me later. Drunk texting is never a good idea." he says forcefully.

"I'm not drunk!" I answer. My response would probably have been more believable if I didn't hiccup while saying the word drunk.

He laughs at me and puts my phone in his back pocket. "Sen, we're best mates. I'm doing this for your own protection."

"But... but I was telling her I like her," I slur.

Jax smiles and placed his hand on my shoulder to steady me as I stand. "I know you do, lad."

"Who?" comes a voice to my right.

"Harri," I answer without thinking.

"Whose Harri?" the voice asks again.

It is in that moment I sober up slightly and realize that it is Luca asking the questions, not Jax. "Oh..... shiitake!," I think I have some explaining to do.

"Boys lets chat tomorrow. Right now I think we need to get Senna into bed." Jax says, thankfully breaking up the impending interrogation. I nod in agreement and follow Jax and Lil' Tony to the back door where we, fortunately, manage to slip away unnoticed by the paparazzi.

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You guys, he told her that he likes her 😱😱

I had so much fun writing this chapter. I want to know what your thoughts... What do you think Harri's reaction will be? Will she say it back?

What do you think the twins will think? will they be upset that he hid this from them?