Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) by S.R. Watson, Shawn Dawson

didn’t say crap about sleeping. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em in the city you find them in. You definitely won’t have time to worry about what Diesel is getting up to then,” she adds. I guess I wasn’t fooling her too much. She hit the nail on the head. She knows the underlying source of my worries. I won’t admit it to her though.
    “I’m not worried about that anyway. That’s inevitable. I see it coming,” I say in regards to knowing that Diesel is going to definitely fuck someone else. Ivy will be one of them. “Anyway. I know you have class. We’ll talk later. I’ll tell you all about the concert when I call you back.”
    “You better,” she tells me. “Talk later. Find you some disposable dick, woman.” She is like a dog with a bone and there is absolutely no reasoning with her.
    “Bye, woman,” I say before ending the call. Gus has food waiting for us back at the Yukon. Well, if you can call it that. I see Diesel frowning again until he see that he got a chicken sandwich. We eat on the way to the venue. There is no talking this time because everybody is busy stuffing their face before the SUV reaches its destination.

    It is so cool to watch the guys warm up and listen to the way their music sounds in the bigger space. They start with a cover of Nickelback’s Never Again and I feel myself getting excited for them. With each beat of the drum and pluck of the guitar strings, elation begins to take over. Diesel’s gritty vocals croon into the mic and I can see the genuine appreciation from Reckless Ambition. When our guys perform, their talent can’t be denied. My body begins to move of its own accord. You can feel the energy when they turn it up a notch. Diesel’s grip on the mic flexes the muscles in his forearm and his tattoo sleeve is sexy as fuck. He rocks back and forth as he delivers the lyrics.
    Ivy hops on stage with them and the guys don’t miss a beat. She takes one of the mics and start singing an octave below Diesel.
    I just knew he was going to be pissed that she was intruding on their music. Instead, a fucking smile crosses his lips while he sings to her. Their vocals are a perfect blend. She runs a hand through her short red pixie-cut hair as she gets into the lyrics. Diesel steps toward her and manages to grab a fist of the short strands before pulling her toward him in a move so dominant, you can see the shock on his guys’ faces. They don’t know that side of him and he’s showing it to this bitch. I recognize his alter ego that just joined them on stage and I want to throw up. She just continues singing, but it’s obvious that she likes the attention he is giving her. I can’t look away. It’s like a train wreck. I’m too sober for this shit.
    “Our guys are fucking amazing,” Lily squeals next to me—oblivious to the jealous daggers I’m throwing at Ivy.
    “I know,” is all I can say. I watch as the two continue to flirt. I envy Ivy’s go for what you want attitude. She wants Diesel and she’s making it known. She looks like the kind of woman to get what she wants, too. I can admit she’s sexy. And pretty—still a bitch though. She can have any guy she wants. Why does she have to go after Diesel?
    They wrap up the song and everyone applauds.
    “You can’t have my back up vocalist, Diesel, you pretty motherfucker you,” Anderson yells up to the stage mockingly.
    “That may not be a bad idea,” Mitch chimes in.
    “What?” Diesel asks confused.
    “Have Ivy, or one of us, join in on one of the cover songs you perform. Not on your original tracks, but on a song we all know. This will add yet another layer to this tour for the fans to see us rocking out together,” Mitch suggests.
    “True,” Diesel replies excitedly. “I think that would give us an even bigger edge with our quest for band recognition.” Our guys nod in agreement.
    “Done deal,” Anderson assures. “Not tonight for your debut on the road. Maybe our next stop after we’ve had some time to