"Hey brother!" Karl hollered and I quickly tried to run away but before could, the person that walked in and I made eye contact.

It was the guy from Cameo. The one I sat next to. The one whose name I didn't know.

"You know that guy?" I whisper to Karl as the guy walks toward us.

"Yeah, that's my brother." Karl smiles, getting up and giving the guy a 'bro hug'.

The guy's platinum hair is dyed again so that the roots aren't as visible. I could hear his words echo inside my head.

"I think you're gonna see a whole lot of me around for a while."

Have I just walked into some version of Criminal Minds?

"Karl my guy, how's it going?" He says hugging him and smiling. He is in a black button up the sleeves rolled at the wrist and a couple of buttons left undone. A suit jacket hanging on his arm. He smells like a million bucks.

It was quite a difference from when I saw him at Cameo. Multicoloured sweatshirt and black jeans to an Armani suit with Gucci shoes and some expensive cologne?

"I'm good, meet Marina, Badlands manager," Karl says and I already know I'm fucked.

Wanna know why?

1. This 'brother' of his knows that my name is Marnie.

2. He also knows I am not their manager.

3. He is trouble.

All I can do is hope he doesn't recognise me but that all is thrown out of the window when a look of recognition passes over his eyes.

"Marina? Manager? Did I hear that correctly?" He raises an eyebrow to Karl who simply nods at his response.

"Yeah, it's been a couple months," Karl says and I take a shaky breath in.

"Surprising." He mutters before reaching out his hand and shaking mine.

"I'm Lorenzo, you can call me Enzo though." He introduces himself and I finally feel at ease now that I know his name but that doesn't last very long when someone else walks in through the door and Karl excuses himself. Right before embracing me.

"I never called you." He whispers in my ear and my whole body tenses in nervousness. He parts away from me and grins before walking away.

My attention is grabbed again by Lorenzo as I feel him burning holes in the side of my head.

"Last I remembered your name was Marnie and you knew the band because the lead singer and you were in a situation-ship." He says sliding down in the seat that Karl had previously occupied and I look at him as he gestures for me to sit back down.

From Cameo to The Saints it was a fucking contrast the lighting that is not as playful but more serious, in an area that I don't know, in a city that I am unfamiliar with, a man that was once harmless was now intimidating me.

"Lorenzo-" I am interrupted by him clicking his tongue.

"Enzo, please." He smiles his tone flat before gesturing the bartender over with two fingers.

Only then do I realise the thick platinum chain adorning his neck and the rings with sudden diamonds on his finger. His silvery blue eyes adorned with eyeliner on his waterline. His nails were painted black and the scar on his collarbone peeked from under his shirt. His sheer black shirt.

"The usual?" The bartender asks and he nods all whilst keeping his eyes on me. While I take more interest in the fizz of my drink that was now slowly dying.

"And a lemon drop for Ms Marina." He orders for me and I am stunned that he remembered my drink for the night we met. Scared too.

"So... Do you have a story? As to why you're lying?" He adds and I swallow having no words to tell him. Suddenly my heart was beating a bit too fast and everything felt a bit too overwhelming.

"No need to panic, darling. I've met tonnes of people like you before, all you need is a little push in a direction. Whether good or bad eh?" He smiles leaning back on his barstool. The bartender brings our drinks and I never take my eyes away from him. In fear or anxiety, I don't know.

"It's not like that," I say after a minute. But then I wonder, what is it like then? I lied, he knows. There's not much to this.

"Let me guess you don't know what you've walked into." He grins, tone flat leaning towards me and taking a sip of his drink. While the bartender takes away Karl's drink that was left untouched still.

I look at my drink but never take a sip, not from my coke nor the lemon drop.

"Who are you?" I ask and he laughs like I said the funniest thing ever.

"God, you're so naive." He whispered shaking his head, looking around like everything was okay. But it wasn't. I was terrified.

"Since no one is going to tell you, how about I do, eh?" He raises an eyebrow and I gulp.

"Marina!" Art calls out for me, walking over and I am quickly jumping on my feet and placing my drink down, to get the hell away from him.

"Arthur Walker, is it?" Enzo says still sitting and she looks at him with furrowed brows.

No no no no.

"Yes, it is." She says slowly and he smiles.

"I was at your show in Florence, more specifically at Cameo. Great performance." He says taking a sip, his words affirming but his tone flat.

"I'm sorry I don't recognize you." Art says calmly, walking around the lion with nimble feet.

"Oh, my apologies." He laughs straightening in his seat.

"I'm Lorenzo Luciano." He thrusts out his hand and it is not just his first name that makes her tense up but his last name that makes her grab my hand.

"Sir, I'm terribly sorry I didn't recognise you." She says smiling and shaking his hand.

"Ah, it's all good. We haven't met before I don't take offence to that." He smiles sitting down still and now I understood who holds more power here.

"I'm Arthur Walker. It's an honour that you liked our show. But I wasn't notified that you were in Florence." She says and I never once look in his eyes as they follow my every move.

"Oh, I was just passing by. I didn't want to trouble you. Anyways, have fun I am looking forward to your performance tonight." He says and she nods smiling before turning around and so do I.

"I hope to see you around Marnie!" He calls out as we walk away and Art suddenly stops in her tracks. I turn around and nod before pulling her away.

"What the fuck." She states as I pull her to an empty hallway that led to the restroom.

"Shit shit shit." She says, her hands tangling in her hair.

"I knew I recognized him at Cameo. Fuck fuck fuck. He knows your name. He knows everything, we're fucked. Shouldn't have lied in the first place." She groans and I reach my hand out to hold hers.

"Just don't think about it. He doesn't seem like he would out us." I whisper and she nods taking a deep breath.

"Just remember, no one can know your real name." She looks me in the eyes and by now my hands are trembling.

"Will you explain later? As to why there are so many restrictions and why we're walking on eggshells." I add quickly and she closes her eyes drawing a deep breath in.

"I hope if tonight goes well I can." She whispers leaning down and kissing me.

I could feel her stress pour into the kiss and vanish her hands grabbing at my waist and a little too low for being in public.

"Someone could see us." I pull away whispering and she shakes her head.

"I." She says and starts kissing me, one of her hands travelling up my stomach.

"Don't." She continues, biting my bottom lip.

"Give." kiss.

"A." kiss again.

"Shit." A kiss again.

As we pull away I pant and look up at her a grin on my face as we make our way back to the lounge and I take a seat on a couch in the far corner as Art makes her way to the praised stage.

Never do I realise that someone is making their way toward me.

Only when the couch dips at my side do I tense as I smell him again.

"I hope you don't mind." Enzo smiles and I gulp shaking my head as the band introduces themselves, before I know it the music has started to play.

Very different from what they play at Cameo but I mean we all saw that coming. The lights slowly switch to a dark blue and the dance floor fills with people trying to grind on each other make out and whatnot.

But my eyes always stay on her as hers with mine.

"You're wearing nothing but my t-shirt, call me shallow but I'm only getting deeper." Her voice is as sweet as honey, I realise my hands are fisting my dress and I relax my body leaning back on the couch.

"Stay on the ground until your knees hurt, no more praying baby imma be your preacher." Elias sings his voice raspy and thick and I smile to myself at the frighteningly good show that they never fail to put on.

Art's eyes fall beside me and her jaw clenches but she never shows how much it bothered her to see who was sitting beside me. I grin at her slowly to show her that we would be alright.

At the end of the day, we had to be alright.

Right?