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

plan which songs you all want us to come in on.”
    I guess it would make sense that our guys would be open to sharing their spotlight with Reckless Ambition. That’s going to give them instant credibility and recognition. I’m happy for them.
    “Done,” Diesel echoes. “Can’t wait to tell Desiree. She is going to flip her shit. She will love this idea.”
    “I love that manhandling you threw in there,” Ivy adds. “We can play off each other just like that during the show too. I think the women will eat that shit up. You will make all their panties wet.”
    “I do that anyway,” Diesel winks.
    “Cocky much?” Ivy challenges.
    “Want to see?” Diesel retorts grabbing his dick. “I bet your panties are wet right now.”
    “Whoa, you two,” Anderson says waving his hand. “That’s TMI for the rest of us.”
    “Yeah, why don’t the two of you fuck each other’s brains out already,” Mitch laughs. “We all see it coming. It’s like a damn soap opera playing out slowly. Just do it already.”
    “Don’t I get a say in this?” Ivy asks in mock disgust.
    “Ivy, if you had your say, you would have fucked him last night. We know you and how you are when you want something. Hush, and let us play your wingmen so we can help you get on that,” Mitch jokes.
    “I have nothing,” Ivy concludes. “You guys know me too well.”

 
    I t’s almost show time. I take a moment to get in the zone. Our dressing room is nearly double the size of what we’re accustomed to and definitely more pimped out. I fix myself a glass of bourbon to still my nerves. I usually don’t get nervous. In Alabama, we were the shit. The audience we’re performing for tonight has never heard us before. Will they like our sound…our original songs? I finish my drink in three gulps. I look around the room and take it all in. Xander and Keyser are talking on the other side of the room. Gable is mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. Desiree came in about thirty minutes ago to give us the you-got-this speech. Now it’s fifteen minutes until we hit the stage. I pour myself two more shots of bourbon.
    “You okay, man?” Xander asks, walking over after he sees me on my second drink.
    “Yeah,” I reply, taking a swig. There’s a soft knock on the door before it opens. It’s Ivy and the guys from Reckless Ambition coming to wish us luck.
    “I still remember our first time performing in front of a huge audience. That was when reality hit that we were really on our way,” Anderson recalls. Ivy surprises me by taking my hand.
    “You guys are the real deal, Diesel. We knew the minute Desiree played your demo. We never would have agreed to tour with you guys otherwise. Those fans out there are going to love you,” she reassures. She squeezes my hand and I feel a sense of calm come over me. This is what I needed.
    It’s hard to shake years of feeling like a failure. When the man you look up to drills it in your head that you’ll never amount to anything, you start to believe it. I wish my sperm donor could see me now. I bring Ivy’s hand up to my mouth and kiss it. Now I’m ready.
    “Thanks, guys,” I say while looking at Ivy. We hear our introduction to take the stage. The guys go ahead of me. The lights dim to make the stage completely dark with the exception of a few spotlights. My guys take their places and within seconds their intro music fills the room. Adrenaline runs through my veins as I begin to feel the music. We’re opening with our rendition of I Prevail’s Blank Space. The crowd goes fucking crazy the minute the first lyric leaves my mouth. From that point forward, I’m on. I settle into the performance I usually give. I flirt and tease the women in the front row. I see flashes from cameras going off like crazy. I can’t see Lily or Lourdes, but I know they’re somewhere close.
    By the third song, my shirt is clinging to me—dripping with sweat—so, I take it off. The women go fucking insane. Yeah, I