Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
I felt like I was in high school again, except instead of waiting for one boy to call, I was waiting for three. Four if I counted the manager who’d despised and discarded me already. I wasn’t even afforded the pleasure of giving them a reason to hate me first.
Bummer.
Oni, on the other hand, didn’t seem surprised when she called to check on things. However, in typical Oni fashion, the conversation abruptly ended once I informed her that I hadn’t heard a peep. That was close to forty-eight hours ago, and now she’d disappeared too. I wasn’t sure how much of this was in her job description, but since she was the only one in my corner, I didn’t ask questions.
Pounding on my bedroom door jolted me to the here and now.
“Yo, Brax, let’s go!” Griff demanded. “We’re going to hit traffic.”
“It’s L.A.!” I shouted back even after glancing at the time on my phone and cursing. “There’s always traffic,” I muttered more to myself since she was already gone.
I stood from my bed and began stuffing last-minute shit into my rucksack. My sleeping bag took up most of the space, but my dad had shown me a few tricks since my sister and I spent our summers camping with the church growing up.
This weekend was the Indies in Indio Festival, and my name was on the lineup. I was glad the guys I usually played with talked me into it since I had spent the last two weeks of my spare time rehearsing rather than waiting by the phone.
I’d invited Oni, who only offered a maybe.
Now I was starting to think it would be best if she didn’t show. The crowd wouldn’t be more than I was used to, but somehow, I was more nervous than I’d ever been. What if I floundered tonight and ended up on the internet as a source of ridicule only to later be discovered as Bound’s newest member?
Holy fuck, I really knew how to stir a pot full of steaming shit, didn’t I?
Wearing only a thong, I quickly squeezed my ass into my tightest pair of blue jeans. I then paired it with a cropped black corset that pushed my tits up to my chin.
Perfect.
If only those assholes could see me now.
Bound’s first impression of me hadn’t been exactly accurate. They’d been too quick to judge me by my cover while ignoring the pages inside.
As I shoved my feet into a pair of thigh-high boots with fake crystals and silver spikes adorning the black straps running the entire length, I considered biting the bullet and calling them. I wasn’t a fan of the self-involved who assumed communication was only found from one end, so if the three of them couldn’t be mature about this, I would.
Perhaps it would be for the best.
Houston, Loren, and Jericho were undoubtedly expecting me to cower. If Oni was right and Bound was splintering, a new threat would force them together. I just wasn’t thrilled at the idea of turning myself into a target. It wasn’t quite what Oni had asked me to do, but I didn’t see any other way.
Carrying my ruck and guitar case into the living room, I found my backing band in the living room pregaming with my roommates. I’d met Liam, Mason, and Abe two years ago in a dive bar. Liam had hit on me first, followed by his brother, who somehow thought he had a better chance after I’d turned down his twin, who was identical in every way.
It wasn’t their fault they had no shot. The night we met, I was a skittish kitten still adjusting to my surroundings even though I’d been in L.A. for two years. Once upon a time, their blond hair, blue eyes, and the boy-next-door charm would have won me over. I turned them down because I knew what they were inviting into their bed while they had no clue.
Abe, their equally hot but too shy roommate, hadn’t bothered trying after watching his friends get shut down. Apparently, rejection had never happened to the Miller brothers before. I was grateful that at least one of the trio could take a hint since Liam and Mason, usually when alcohol was involved, hadn’t entirely given up on getting down.
They might not have been able to weaken my resolve, but they had convinced me to let them back me on stage since I was more adept at scoring gigs, and they needed the extra cash.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The guys were decent musicians with Liam on lead guitar and backup vocals, Abe on bass, and Mason on drums while I doubled up on vocals and rhythm. It’s just that their hearts belonged elsewhere. The twins were both studying to be doctors and Abe an engineer. Music was just their side bitch.