Chapter One

His gaze travelled over the audience and he nearly missed the beat when he saw her standing at the side of the stage. Where that fuck does the top come from? It definitely wasn’t there when he was still backstage with her. He would never ever let her walk outside with it. His mother would have killed him!

Her black top was sparkling all over and had a very deep v-cut. A purple ribbon was placed strategical between her breast and Jon was sure sooner or later something would jump out of the top, especially when she continued to dance.

Well, there we go the first bastard approached her, he thought grim. He searched the eyes of his bodyguard and watched him walk over to his little sister. Unfortunately he couldn’t convince her to go backstage again, but he would make sure nobody would touch her or walk away with her.

Jon was fuming. Why did he take her on this small club tour with him? He sighed. Well, dammit she begged him to take her with him. She already wanted to go on Tour with him when she was three, but it simply wasn’t possible to take her on the Slippery Tour. Now he was only playing a few clubs to promote Destination anywhere and she could convince him and their parents to let her go with him. But nobody told him how to deal with a fourteen year old teenage girl with Bongiovi charm and temper.

Normally his mother was able to resist her while all male members of the family were collective falling for her charm, but this time Carol agreed to let her go. His little sister knew very early what to do to get what she wanted and it was probably all their fault. She was the baby, the only girl and a total surprise to the family. He couldn’t remember ever seeing his mother so shocked like in the moment she figured out she was pregnant again with forty-two. His sister was born in the year he signed his record-deal and of course they spoiled her.

It was not that she was getting everything she wanted, she wasn’t the type for it, but if she really wanted something she would do anything possible to get it. She worked her ass of if necessary. He had to admit she was a lot like him when it came down to working, well maybe except that she was an A-student. He would never ever put so much effort in homework and school activities.

After he finished the last song, Jon stormed off the stage and walked over to her.

“Franie, come with me!” he grabbed her right arm and pulled her with him. She tried to free herself again, but he didn’t let go of her.

“Oh, great. The rockstar gets the best women!” the guy she talked to during the show said sarcastically. Jon’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“She’s my fourteen-year old sister, you asshole!” his bodyguard stepped in front of him and made sure he didn’t attack that idiot.

The man paled visible and stuttered an excuse before running away. Well, at least he knew he did something wrong.

He pushed his sister through the open door into the backstage area. Now in the light of the corridor he could see that she wasn’t only wearing a different top, but had also put on make-up. Way too much make-up! She looked like a clown to him.

“John, what are you doing?” Fran looked at him with angry blue eyes.

“What am I doing? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he yelled. Several heads turned and people looked at him. He could see Hugh motioning to the crew to get out of his way. After three years he knew when Jon was in a bad mood. And this was a major bad mood!

“I just…” she started, but Jon stopped her.

“Would you please cover them up! You are fourteen for Christ sake!” he pointed at her breasts which were close to falling out of the black top.

“I’m nearly fifteen.” She replied in a defiant voice. Jon looked at her with squeezed eyes and she took a step back. She knew he was really mad right now.

“And wipe that make-up out of your face. It looks horrible!” he growled. Tears started to shine in her eyes and she turned around and ran away.

“Francesca!” Shit! He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. “Andy, would you please…”

“Sure boss.” His bodyguard hurried after her. Things were so much easier with her ten years ago Jon thought and walked into his wardrobe.