The following story is a work of fiction that does not want to imply that anyone in this story is gay, lesbian, or bisexual. Just take this story as entertainment. Thank you
Working for the Boys 13
Nick, Brian, Howie, and I piled into a limo and drove to management division in Orlando. We got there and explained that AJ wasn't feeling good. We talked to one of their secretary's before Gregory burst in.
"Good morning gentleman," Gregory said as he put his briefcase down. "Now, this may be hard for you guys, but we need to find a base to replace Kevin. I know this may seem hard, but we have to start pre-recording and doing interviews immediately. The loss of Kevin is tragic, but the recreation of the Backstreet Boys will be amazing. So what do you guys say?"
We all just stared at Gregory stunned. I asked the guys to leave and let me talk to Gregory.
"So, you want just us to o this deal? I can understand," Gregory smiled, " they are way to personal to make a decision."
"No, Gregory," I stated sternly.
He looked surprised.
"What do you mean by `no?' James, this is a big opportunity to play on the fans emotions. We bring the Backstreet Boys out with a new image, maybe a young teenager and we will remake millions."
"Gregory, the did not loose a fucking sock or their lucky hat. They lost a friend! A cousin! A mentor! They lost one of the key players into making this group what it is. They just can't easily shrug it off and keep working."
"I know that you are a tad effected by this, but it does not give you the authority to yell. Now I have made up my mind. They will start their tour in Boston as scheduled."
"You make them work now, Gregory and you will have no Backstreet Boys! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you really want to loose the biggest money makers in your office."
"You forget, James, "Gregory said harshly, "without Kevin Richardson, the Backstreet Boys will be a fad by the end of the year."
"They may surprise you, Gregory. The same way you're surprising me now. You are supposed to be a friend as well as management. Your suppose to treat them like people, not animals. Oh well, I guess we should seek better company to manage the Backstreet Boys."
I started to walk out.
"Wait," Gregory yelled.
AJ wondered around aimlessly around his native Orlando. He looked around and swore that everyone he saw was with someone. He finally went back to his car when he was tapped on his shoulder. He turned around.
"You," he said bitterly, "what do you want?"
And this is where you'll be staying," Theresa pointed in the room.
"Is this a five-star hotel," the man asked.
"Better believe it," Theresa smiled.
"Thank you for the first class stay in Orlando," the man asked.
"You are so welcome, Casey. We just want to make your stay here useful though."
Casey Dunning looked at Theresa inquisitively. "What do you mean by that," he asked.
"You'll see," Theresa smiled, "You'll see."
I walked out of Gregory's office. While we entered the limousine, I explained what happened. The Backstreet Boys would take a month off to let what happened with Kevin sink in, then they would decide where they would go after that. Decided to have lunch and bring some doggy bags for AJ and Tyler.
"Well, this is odd," Nick said to the rest of us, "You know, not having Kevin around. Ordering us what to do and what the day will bring. It's like loosing a father,"
"Nick," Howie snapped, "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want tot talk about Kevin at all."
"Why," Brian questioned.
"Out of all people, you should be the first to agree with me. I mean he was your freaking cousin. I would think that. Maybe you don't want to remember Kevin is dead right now."
"Cut the crap, Howie," Brian stated. "You know this has to do with you. Everything always has to do with you."
"No it doesn't," Howie replied meekly.
"Yeah it does, Howie. Now why don't you want to talk about Kevin dying?"
"I just don't."
"Why?"
"Brian, stop," I interrupted.
"No," Brian snapped at me, " I want to know why the fuck is Howie so hell bent at erasing Kevin's memory from this group!"
"I am not doing that," Howie yelled, almost in tears.
"Brian, stop attacking him," Nick asked.
"I know why you don't want to talk about Kevin, Howard."
Howie looked shocked.
"What the hell are you talking about, Brian," I asked.
Brian stood up and started straight into Howie's eyes.
"I know you feel guilty," Brian said with hate in his voice, " and you should. I know exactly what you did to Kevin, Howard, and I have proof."
Howie looked scared as Brian took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
Theresa fumbled through the phone book. She lowly flipped through pages as she looked at the names. She smiled as she found it. She picked up the phone next to her and dialed.
"Hello, this is Sandra Styles calling in for Gregory Sanders. I need to find Nick Carter for an emergency meeting. Are you sure he's there? Ok, thank you very much. Bye."
"AJ, come on. We need to get back," Tyler said.
AJ opened the door.
"Listen, I know you mean well, but just leave me alone. I need time and space and that includes you leaving me alone."
Tyler ran over to the passenger side and hopped in.
"Well, too bad. I am your emotional guard for the day. Listen, AJ I know that loosing Kevin really hurts, but you can't do it alone. You need your friends near you. Come on, let us help."
AJ slowly hopped into the car.
"You want to help?"
Tyler nodded.
"Then help me find the culprit who killed Kevin."
Theresa snuck into the man's room. She slowly took out a pocket watch out and woke the man up.
"Time to get hypnotized, " she smiled.
Brian slammed the paper on the table. Nick was the first to retrieve it. Howie squirmed in his chair as he tried to see Nick's reaction. Nick just handed it to me.
"What proof," Howie finally said, "there is no proof of anything."
I was furious. I stood up. I was about to punch out Howie when a man with a machine gun came in the restaurant. He was masked.
"Ok, Nobody gets hurt. All I want is them two," he said as his gun pointed to Howie and Nick."
Nick looked scared, as well as Howie. The guy came over and put a gun to Nick's head.
"NOW!"
Nick and Howie slowly rise as the man took them out of the restaurant.
"What the hell was that," Brian asked me.
"I don't know," I answered, "but it doesn't look good at all."
AJ and Tyler drove to Kevin and AJ's house. As the walked into the gated backyard, Tyler noticed that the remains of Kevin's car was there.
"This is all that remains of Kevin," AJ said. "I looked at everything and everything seems normal. Everything except this."
AJ lifted up the back tire still attached to the axle.
"You're a technical expert. What seems wrong with this?"
Tyler stared for a bit before he noticed what AJ meant. His face turned ghost as he looked back at AJ.
"Somebody wanted to hurt you guys," Tyler said. "They cut half the axle."
Brian and I went to follow the man who had Nick and Howie. We didn't want to take a limousine. We saw a car dealership across the street.
"Hello, sirs what can I.. Hey, aren't you that guy from the Backstreet Boys?" the man smiled.
"No time! We need a fast car immediately," Brian yelled.
Theresa and her new lackey walked into the restaurant. She looked around a bit before stopping a waitress.
"Excuse me, do you know where Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys is. I was suppose to meet him."
"I don't know what to say, ma'am. He was kidnapped." The waitress said, franticly.
The car came to a junkyard before it completely stopped. Howie and Nick got out with the gunman behind them.
"Ok," Howie stated, " How are you and what do you want?"
"I want to protect you from Theresa," the man said. With that, he lifted up his mask.
To Be Continued.
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