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“That’s a question for Elias but as I understand it, no. And bands have gone through similar shit before with stalkers, threats, band members getting arrested, you name it,” Brodie insisted. “For now, we keep calm, we listen to our security team, and we go about our business. I meant what I said. I’m not letting some sicko stop us. This is our life.”

“Agreed,” I stated.

“All in.” Holls nodded.

“Always,” Faise added.

All four of us grabbed onto each other, holding tight. We’d been through a lot together, and there would always be bumps in the road.

But one thing we never questioned was our loyalty. To our music, to our fans, and most important of all, to each other.

CHAPTER 29

FAISE

THE FOLLOWING DAY

After a sleepless night, Ronin and I, along with our siblings, headed with our detail to the tour bus pickup.

We had two buses for this trip—one for me and the guys and our security, then the other for Rae, Ciara, Regan and the rest of our team. Ronin and I had suggested to Ciara and Rae that it might be safer to stay at home. They refused, insisting that what we needed right now was family around us. I couldn’t argue with that.

Holls and Brodie were already on board, and Van along with them. Dawson wasn’t traveling with us on the southern leg of the tour because he needed to stay at home with his son, Jaxon. Come July though, Dawson was going to fly out to the west coast to join us.

Regan and Jesse had no further updates to share from last night. Which was both a relief and a concern. On the positive side, no further concerts were cancelled. On the negative, they still had no idea who’d called in that threat. No knowledge of who, or why, or if it might happen again.

Everyone was now strung tighter than my drums. All we could do was trust in our team and keep moving forward.

I stalked to the back end of the bus, shoved one bag in the overhead bin, then placed the backpack with my toiletries and electronics on my upper bunk.

Ronin did the same, but instead of piling his stuff on his bunk, he threw his old backpack on mine, then his favorite bass guitar.

What the hell?

“Keep putting your shit on there and I’ll have no place to sleep,” I muttered, grumpy from tossing and turning all night.

Okay, maybe not tossing. Ronin had wrapped me up in his arms and hadn’t let go. His naked hugs were my new addiction. But still, I was on edge from lack of sleep and worry.

“That’s the whole point,” he snorted. “You’re sleeping in mine from here on out.”

“It’s pretty cramped for the two of us in there.”

“Baby, tight spaces are my favorite,” he teased and leaned down to kiss me.

When his mouth touched mine, I forgot all about sleepless nights and cancelled shows.

“Oh God, am I gonna have to listen to this every day and night for the next month?” Holls grumbled as he walked past us, throwing his bag on the bunk across the aisle from Ronin’s.

“You’ve got headphones, Iain,” Ronin countered. “And considering that me and Faise had to listen to you and Dawson get freaky in the shower last time, I think turnabout is fair play.”

“Freaky? That was nothing. And you call yourself a rockstar?” Holls quipped and gave us a choice finger.

Ronin rolled his eyes, pushed the bunk curtain aside and then pushed me down on the mattress.

I, of course, went willingly.

“At least that funky smell is gone,” I chuckled.

“Not for long. You’re gonna come all over me and these sheets in short order. Then I’ll do the same. I want them so fucking dirty with our cum that I can smell us for days.”

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