Rock the Band by Michelle A. Valentine

Author:Michelle A. Valentine
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, General Fiction, Music, Contemporary, Adult
ISBN: 9781484013380
Publisher: Michelle A. Valentine Books
Published: 2013-01-19T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The next night Lane and I were backstage while Embrace the Darkness wrapped up their set. I never had a problem with them opening for us before, not until their frontman, Striker, tried to put the moves on my girl. Now, it was eating me alive I was so agitated by it.

The crowd loved them, screaming and interacting with the band. Women seemed to go crazy for the long-haired British front man. He got nearly as may panties tossed at him as Riff and I.

“Goodnight, Nashville!” Striker screamed over the microphone before he waved and exited the stage towards us.

The moment his eyes locked on Lane, a grin broke out of his face. “Lane, it’s good to see you. I’m excited to see what that marketing brain of yours comes up with for the line.”

“Thank you for the opportunity. It’ll look great on my resume,” Lane answered.

“No problem, love.” He smiled at her.

My jaw muscle clenched. I hated when he called her that and didn’t care if it was part of his British slang. It seemed too personal. And that smile. I was ready to knock it off his face.

As if on cue, Lane’s cell phone rang with her special “Your mother’s calling” ringtone. “I’m sorry. I have to take this.”

She stepped away from to take the call privately. I watched Striker’s eyes follow her, and I felt my blood boil beneath my skin. “I’m on to you.”

He snapped his gaze back to me and smirked. “Oh, yeah? Better be on your bloody toes then, mate.”

My eyes narrowed, and I closed the gap between us. “Watch it, fucker. I didn’t get to finish the job last time.”

Striker tipped his head up and stared at me. “It wasn’t quite a fair fight last time. Let’s see you try it when my back isn’t turned.”

Air rushed through my nostrils as I took a huge breath. Adrenaline flowed through my veins. This guy needed ended.

“Hey!” Lane’s voice rang in my ears as she shoved between us. “What’s going on here?”

Striker stepped back. “Ask your boyfriend,” he said before turning and walking away. “Lane, we’ll be in touch.”

She furrowed her brow at me the moment Striker was out of earshot. “What the hell, Noel? You promised.”

She started to storm away, but I caught her arm. “Wait, Lane. I’m sorry, but the things he was saying—”

“Don’t mean a thing! Regardless of his intentions, you need to trust me. Have faith in my love for you.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I dropped her arm and allowed her to walk away. She was right. Relationships were built on trust, and I sure as hell didn’t want to crumble mine by being an overbearing control freak.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I watched her leave.

“Ten minutes, Mr. Falcon,” the stage manager said as he walked by me.

“Okay. Yeah,” I answered numbly as a thousand thoughts of how I nearly just screwed over my relationship with Lane went through my mind.

It was hard for me to focus my entire set.

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