Don't Touch What Is Mine

[Leo's POV]

I pull my jacket on and fix my tie before heading into the studio in front of Ms.

"Hello, Mr. Rogers.”

“Welcome.”

“We've been waiting.”

“Shall I show you the way?”

The greetings trickle together from the ass kissers who are vying to get on my good side. This was normal when you had money and when you had power, but it meant your circle stayed small.

Maybe this was part of the reason I kept my identity hidden from my songbird. I wanted to test her to see if she would end up wanting me while knowing nothing about me, and from her suggestive texts that always made me want to break my own fucking rule, I knew she did.

From that damned photo she sent earlier alone, I knew that she craved me the way I craved her. Well, maybe not quite the same. I wanted to bend her in every way possible and fuck her until she screamed at the top of her lungs, filling the room with her beautiful voice. I wanted to tie her up and have my way with her until her body yearned for my touch. But most of all I wanted to possess her in every way possible.

She was still so fucking innocent, and I wanted to ruin her.

“Mr. Rogers, the audition is about to start.”

Nodding, I shove my hands in my pockets and start to move, making my way to a private booth that allowed me to watch my songbird sing her heart out while not being seen.

When I arrive, I stand in front of the double-sided mirror and take her in as she takes her place.

She wears a long, flowing blue dress that makes her even bluer eyes sparkle. Her cheeks are flushed with excitement and nerves, but they're half hidden under her long, flowing blonde hair. She is a vision, and I had to fight the urge to break through the fucking mirror and beat the shit out of the bastards that stood around, ogling her like a fucking piece of meat.

“You can begin when you are ready,” the one in charge of her audition announces.

Nodding, she takes a deep breath, and when her plump pink lips open, her voice rings out. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard and sends chills throughout my body, and I again can't help but wonder how fucking good it will sound when she screams my name.

Leaning forward, I place a hand on the glass that separates us and let the world around me vanish as my songbird does what she does best.

When she finishes, she gives a brilliant smile while her breasts rise and fall from her putting her heart into her beautiful singing.

“Thank you,” the auditioner says, not bothering to lift his gaze to her. “We will call you when we've made a decision.”

“Thank you,” my songbird says before turning and making her way out.

For a moment, I don't move as I glare at the woman who clearly doesn't seem impressed with my songbirds audition while debating whether or not I should have a word with her. However, I decide against it, as I know anyone with a bit of sense would choose her. And instead of wasting anymore time hiding, I head out of the building, where I find my songbird and another woman, whom I can only assume is a friend, talking animatedly.

“We must celebrate!” The woman announces. “I just know you beasted this audition.”

“I don't know, Anastasia,” my songbird murmurs. “You know as well as I do that there are many talented singers trying out today.”

“Fuck those singers,” Anastasia huffs. “Only my Brielle is good enough for that gig.”

As she speaks, a delicious giggle escapes my songbird before a brilliant smile spreads across her face.

“Now come on!” Anastasia continues. “Just a few drinks. What do you say?”

“Sure.” My songbird sighs. “Lead the way.”

“Great!” Anastasia giggles, linking arms with her and beginning to move. “I know just the place.”

Remaining silent, I watch as the two grow farther and farther away before I begin to move. If my songbird thought she could go to any bar or club without me, she was wrong. There was no fucking way I would allow any other bastard to try to take advantage of her while she was drunk. If they even tried to touch what was mine, I would fucking break each and every one of their fingers and then their hands.

Moving slowly, I remain close enough to see where the two are going but far enough to not come across as suspicious, and when we reach the club in question, I take a seat in a booth that is shrouded by shadows but allows me to watch my songbird as she sits at the bar downing red stag and coke, her signature favorite. While she drinks, she chats happily with her friend until two men carrying beers come up to attempt to join them.

Instantly, I make my move, getting up from my place and heading to the bar so that I can take the seat beside my songbird before one of the bastards does.

“Hey,” he growls, narrowing his gaze on me. “I was about to..."

“Beat it,” I snap as my songbird turns her gaze to me. “This seat is taken; fuck off.”

“Who the fuck are you to tell me to fuck off?” The guy growls, lifting a bottle. “I’ll show you who you’re…”

He doesn’t get to finish his words before I’m standing and grabbing his head. Using little to no effort, I push, slamming his fucking head against the counter.

“What was that?” I hiss, leaning close to his ear. “Do you want to try that again?”

“Hey!” The bastard's friend growls, jumping up from his seat. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Teaching your friend to behave.” I respond, releasing the fucker who tried to sit beside my songbird. “Do I need to do the same for you?”

When I came here, I most certainly didn’t expect to get into a fight, but if they wanted to try to hit on my songbird, I was more than willing to fuck them both up.

“Hey!” The bartender snaps as the fucker's friend comes for me. “Get the hell out of here before I call the police!”

“You heard him,” I chuckle, taking my seat again. “Get out.”

“You too,” the bartender counters. “You’re being a menace as well.”

Whoops, it looked like I pushed a little too far. Standing, I motion for the two to come with me. Even better, I could do what I really wanted without worrying about coming across as a monster to my little songbird, who never took her eyes off me the whole time.

“Have a good evening, beautiful,” I say, giving a wink before grabbing the backs of the two guys necks. “Until we meet again.”

With that, I begin to move, dragging them along with me while imagining all the shit I was going to do to them. For ruining my time with my songbird, I would make sure they suffered greatly.