Trapped with the Bad Boy (Wild Preachers Club Book 2) by Winter Travers

Author:Winter Travers [Travers, Winter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Maud

“Later!” Niko called.

I grabbed my duffel bag and dropped it on the floor. “See ya at Thanksgiving.”

“Pie,” Darius moaned. “Better get there early, cuz. I can’t promise there will be any left if you get there late.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s at my parent’s house, Darius. Pretty sure my ass is going to be there before yours.”

“We’ll see,” Darius laughed.

Niko and Darius climbed off the bus, and I looked around. This had been my home for basically the past year, and it felt strange to leave it.

An hour ago, we had pulled up to the storage shed we parked the bus at, and everyone had been eager to get off.

Except me.

After the show last night, I did everything I could to avoid Jonas, and I had been successful. I only saw him for a brief second before I slipped into my bunk. This morning when I had woken up, I stayed in my bunk until my bladder made me get up, and by that time, everyone was in the kitchen area. Jonas had been sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him and a smug smile on his face.

His tattoos peeked out from under the short-sleeves of his shirt, and my step faltered when I glimpsed new ink I had never seen before.

Pretty soon, it wouldn’t be so easy for Jonas to hide his ink under his button-down shirts and ties if he kept adding tattoos.

I heard the door to the bus open and close.

“Rico?” I called. I hefted my duffle bag onto my shoulder and gave the bus one last glance. “I know you want to lock the bus up.”

“Already locked up.”

I whipped my head around, and my eyes connected with Jonas’s. “Uh, what?”

“The bus is all locked.” He took a step toward me. “No one getting on or off.”

I looked around and then down at my bag. “Uh, what?”

He stalked toward me, and I stepped back. My calves bumped into the side of my bunk, and I grabbed onto the bunk above mine.

I gulped when he was only a step from me. “What is going on?” I asked.

Jonas reached up and brushed my hair back from my face. “We gotta talk, M.”

“Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, Jonas. We need to get off this bus and go spend time with our families.”

He shook his head. “Not until we talk.”

“So, the only way we can talk is by being trapped on the bus?”

A smirk spread across his lips. “Had to figure out a way to make it so you couldn’t run away from me.”

I rolled my eyes. “This is ridiculous. I’m calling Ruby. I know she’ll help me get off of here.” Jonas thought locking me on a bus with him would work? Yeah, no. I dropped my duffel bag and reached into my back pocket.

It was empty.

My phone was always in my back pocket. If I wasn’t on stage, that’s where it was.

A knock sounded on the window.

I pushed back the curtain and saw Ruby and the rest of the band standing there.

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