Page 5 of Madden

Chapter Two

Madden

Fuck, I thought the interview was tomorrow.

“I told you earlier this morning,” Kyla snaps.

“I didn’t hear you. I swore you said it was tomorrow.”

“Yeah, when I reminded you about it yesterday,” she retorts. “I swear, sometimes you don’t pay attention.”

I want to fly off the handle with a remark like, “Oh, you mean when you were fuckin’ my best friend behind my back?”

I don’t, though. Instead, I grit my teeth and pace back and forth in the kitchen, massaging my fingers into my pulsing temples.

Kyla pulls out her phone. “Trey is pulling up now. Brix and Tysin should be here any minute, and you still look like you just got done practicing.”

She’s right; I need to get cleaned up if we’re supposed to do this interview soon.

I’m still recovering from the fact the hot-as-sin woman I hit on is actually here to do a sit-down interview with us.

As if we don’t already have enough fuckin’ bad press to begin with, now I have to worry about this shit.

“I’m gonna go shower. I’ll make it quick.”

“Okay. I’ll do my best to distract them while we wait, but hurry, will ya? The interview was supposed to start thirty minutes ago.”

I clench my jaw and nod, walking past her back into the entryway.

The woman, I think she said her name was Brielle, stands in the living area next to a tall, slender man busy setting up their lighting equipment.

Her big blue eyes flick over to mine, and her face heats when she catches me staring at her. Her hair is sleeked back into a bun and those red lips tempt me once again.

She looks out of place and uncomfortable, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flick down to my bare chest before forcing them up to meet mine.

Something about watching the emotions play out on her face, along with her reaction to seeing me earlier, taunts me. She was listening and appeared to be turned on by it.

Then I went and opened my big fuckin’ mouth and made the situation worse.

“We’ll be ready to start in about five minutes. Ten minutes max,” I mutter when I pass by them.

“No problem,” the guy replies. “We’re just getting set up now.”

Brielle peers at me intently. I soften my face and nod as if it’s some sort of peace offering, and she returns it by pressing her lips together in a forced smile.

The last thing I need is to start us off on a rocky foot with the stuck-up journalist.

After all the shit in the media over the past year, we hope to shed a different light on who we are with this interview. We're still the same rebels we were early on in our careers, even if the guys have settled down some since falling in love.

Except for me.

I would’ve thought I’d be the first one to find someone, but the further we got in our career, the harder I’ve found it to trust people around us.

Loyalty and trust go a long way, but it’s crazy what money and fame can do to people. I only want to be surrounded by the people who ride for me, and if they don’t, they can get the fuck out of my life.

I jump in the shower and clean myself up, still slick with sweat from our practice session earlier. We’re so close to releasing our new album and will be going on tour again this summer.

I can’t fuckin’ wait to get back out on the road. I miss it so much.

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