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y, so you are the boss, got it big guy.

“She’s not seeing you off. She’s going with you.”

Total pandemonium.

Chapter Four

Kegan

“How the fuck is this going to work?” Everett asks, for the tenth time.

I scrub my face as I turn to him. “You can keep fucking asking me that and I can keep telling you I have no idea. We can’t get out of it. If she doesn’t go, we don’t go. Jennifer has us by the balls and she knows it.”

“Well, maybe you will all focus more on the tour and not the partying this time,” Olivia chimes in.

I swing my head toward her, but Remi steps in front of me. “Come on, let’s go have our last night together.”

They walk out of my apartment and I grab a beer out of the fridge for each of us. I hand Everett his and he shrugs.

“I think I’d rather be stuck with the publicist over Olivia,” he says, trying to lighten the situation.

“Dude, I’d rather fuck that publicist and let Olivia choke on my dick,” Lane says.

“She’s kinda hot, right? In a shy, sexy, I’m gonna try to take charge, kind of way,” Everett says, rubbing his hand on his dick.

“She is hot. My dick noticed her before I did,” Lane agrees.

I want to laugh. I want to let some of this tension roll off of me, but I can’t. The idea of some suit coming in and trying to tell us what to do. Trying to tell us where we can go and who we can be with. Fuck no. I won’t stand for it. I can’t go against the label, but I can make it so fucking miserable for her that she leaves on her own.

“Enough,” I yell. I’m tired of them talking about fucking her. She’s the punishment, not the reward. “We will run her off. We can’t fight the label, they own us, but we sure as fuck can make her life a living hell.”

Lane takes a long pull of this beer and smiles. “What do you have in mind?”

“Lane, you run women off all the time. We’re gonna follow your lead,” Everett says, laughing.

“Yeah, running back to my bed, asshole,” Lane says.

I roll my eyes and sit down. “Both of you, shut the hell up. I’ll handle it.”

We are expected to spend the next few months of our lives trapped on a tour bus with this chick. It won’t be hard to run her off. I’ll just do what I always do. I’ll party, fuck, and have fun. She’ll be begging to get off the bus and back home.

She doesn’t look like the kind of girl that can hang with us. She looks uptight and serious. She doesn’t seem to have a sense of humor and she’s nervous around us. We intimidate her and that’s exactly how it needs to stay.

I’ll admit, despite all that, she is beautiful. She does have a confidence about her that if she wasn’t trying to use on me, I would find sexy. I didn’t expect her to be so young either. I thought we were going to get someone older than Jennifer, but this chick looks to be about my age. I mean, good for her getting to where she is in her career, but she can take that success and use it on another band. Our name says it all, Loyalty. We are loyal to each other, our music, and our dream. No one will get in the way of that. Even if the label that owns us tries to tell us differently. I don’t just bend, I fucking break.

“Anyone going to tell Remi that he doesn’t need to kiss her ass like he kisses Olivia’s?” Everett asks.

I finally laugh and lean back in my chair. “Go for it man,” I say.

“She’s gonna fight this,” Lane says.

“Who?” I ask.

“Lorelei,” he replies, raising an eyebrow. “The label will make sure of it.”

“The label might own our music, but they don’t fucking own me. They don’t like my behavior, neither will she. She doesn’t seem like the kind that will do well with our lifestyle. We live our lives boys and she’ll leave all on her own,” I say, shrugging.

They both laugh and Everett stands up. “I need to get home and get some sleep. It’s already two in the morning.”

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