Backlash (Winter's Wrath #1) by Bianca Sommerland

Author:Bianca Sommerland [Sommerland, Bianca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bianca Sommerland
Published: 2016-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

Jesse pulled off his T-shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his face, looking over the drum kit Derrick had just finished setting up, nudging Tate’s small black stool over with his foot before nodding with satisfaction and waving the kid off to take a break. If this was an actual show, they’d be dealing with all kinds of audio equipment, but they were sticking with the basics, so now the band was good to go.

The rest of his men were outside, cracking open a few cold ones, enjoying their last slow day before the band resumed their tour tomorrow, starting with the venue in LA. At least they didn’t have far to go, just the other side of town, but it was a sold out show.

With twice the press of any they’d done so far, which Cole had warned him about just an hour ago. Everything had to run smoothly.

The man was annoying the fuck out of him with his micro-managing, but part of that was probably because Jesse was already in a foul mood. He’d brought Brave to a random motel, away from the rest of the band so whoever was fucking with him wouldn’t have any way to find him. Passionate fans often tracked where the guys were staying and posted online. Which didn’t explain how the crazy son of a bitch leaving sick gifts for Brave had found his damn room, unless he—or she?—was following him.

Coming to Los Angeles early might have thrown the freak off their trail, but Jesse was still keeping an eye out.

To the point that he’d slept in the van parked in front of the motel when Brave kicked him out of the damn room.

He tossed his soaked shirt onto a stack of crates by the loading dock and joined the other roadies, muttering thanks when Skull handed him a cold beer.

Skull’s eyes narrowed as he studied Jesse’s face. “Trouble in paradise?”

Jesse snorted, taking a few gulps of beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “If you mean we might all be looking for new jobs by the end of this tour? I’d say that’s a good possibility.”

The older man just laughed. “That bad, is it?”

Before Jesse could answer, Tate and Malakai ambled over. Malakai hefted himself up onto the edge of the loading dock, while Tate sat right on the asphalt beside the case of the beer, tossing one up to Malakai before helping himself to another.

Tate looked about as miserable as Jesse felt. He tore the label on his beer to pieces and scowled. “Couldn’t you do something to cheer Brave up, Jesse? Fuck, you had all night.”

Damn it, Tate. Jesse rolled his eyes as the other roadies looked over at him, all curious. They didn’t know about him and Brave.

And he really didn’t need them finding out. Skull wouldn’t tell Cole, but the others might.

“I don’t think he’d appreciate me calling him a hooker, Tate.” Jesse prayed Tate would play along. Or at least keep his mouth shut.

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