Rock Gods Don't Date Pop Princesses (Break the Rules Book 1) by Tabatha Kiss

Author:Tabatha Kiss [Kiss, Tabatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

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KNOX

The ride to Jonny Red’s studio is... chilly.

Not wanting to waste resources, Jordan and Chrissy decided we’d all take one bus together. There’s plenty of room for everyone on the Criminal Records bus, but as soon as Harmony set foot inside in a pair of casual jeans and an even more casual pink T-shirt, the air noticeably became a few degrees colder.

We ride through the city in mostly silence. Mostly because Chrissy and Jordan haven’t stopped talking to each other since re-uniting here in San Francisco at the start of this mess — I mean, tour. Addison and Katrina chuckle with hushed whispers on the left side of the bus, passing their phones back and forth as they scroll. Bronson hopped on the bus and sat by them rather than take his usual spot in the back next to me. Can’t say I blame him.

Jonah and I sit across from each other. We don’t say a word, merely glancing over now and then instead, hoping the other one breaks the silence first.

The radio station is in the Bay Area, not too far away from Midnite Music. Home of Jonny Red, the man’s face is plastered on it and a few of the surrounding buildings, too.

Already, I’m sick of looking at his smarmy smirk. His prying eyes. His gotcha demeanor. Katrina warned us. He’s going to ask some tough questions.

Ask away, asshole.

I have nothing to hide.

Well, I do, but it’s the principle.

“Okay!”

Jordan hops up at the front of the bus as we park. She casts a wide arc with her arm, making sure she has our undivided attention. “Whatever this is,” she says pointedly, “it’s over now. If we walk in there with this tension, Red’s gonna sniff it out.”

“Everything is fine, Jordan,” I say.

Her brow arches, unconvinced. “We can have this out right now,” she says, “or we can swallow it up. Either way, we’re not walking in there without some smiles.”

I look at Jonah. He looks at me.

“You’re Criminal Records!” Jordan says, the words full of hype. “You’re the number one band in the nation! You’re on a sold-out tour!” Her glare deepens. “Act like it!”

Bronson leaps out of his seat. He pounds a massive foot twice on the floor and howls, raising his arms above his head in celebration. “Yeah, motherfuckers!” he shouts. “Number one! Woo-hoo! Let’s ride!”

We all stare in surprise, the act so rare it’s like watching an endangered species give birth.

Addison grins. “Hell yeah!” she says, rising and giving Bronson a high five so hard it practically vibrates the air. “Let’s do this thing!”

Katrina joins in, happily crossing the bus and offering me her hand. “Come on, big brother,” she says. “This is what we do.”

Fuck. If that’s not enough to thaw the ice, I don’t know what is.

I take her hand as a laugh builds in my chest. Jonah stands up, too, his smile wide and proud.

We’re Criminal fucking Records.

We’ll figure out the other shit later.

One-by-one, we pile off the bus. I linger last in line and stop next to Harmony.

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