“Actually, it’s my bus and my tour,” Skye said.
Remi centered his hatred on her.“Right.How could I forget you blew up our first bus and almost destroyed our tour?”
“The bus breaking down was not my fault, and I’ve told you a million times that—”
“I can only stay until the next stop,” Jillian said.Her hand curled around Remi’s neck.“No need for anyone to get worked up.”
Skye’s eye twitched.She took a deep breath before her hellfire overreacted.
“Are you sure you can’t stay longer?”Remi asked, nuzzling his face against her throat while keeping his gaze pinned on Skye.
“I have an ad to shoot for a skincare line, so no, but we can have a lot of fun until then,” Jillian said.“By the way, can I post the selfie we took last night on my socials?”
“No—” Skye said as Remi replied, “Sure.”
Skye glared.“Nothing goes on social media that your publicist doesn’t approve.”
Remi rolled his eyes.“Our publicist sucks, and I’ve been managing our socials since the band started.”
“If you need a publicist,” Jillian said.“I can help out.”
“Absolutely not—” Skye said at the same time Remi said, “That’s a great idea, babe.”
“This is unacceptable, Remi,” she said.“She has no qualifications.You know things with the band aresensitive.The last thing we need is for some little drug-dealing socialite to fuck up your image—”
“I have a million followers, several sponsorship deals, and I told you those drugs weren’t mine,” Jillian said, though her focus had returned to her phone.
“Oh, hey!”Liam said as he moseyed out of the bunk area.“I didn’t know you were coming with us, Jillian.You got any more of that coke from last night?That was good shit.”
Jillian shook her head, but Remi said, “Yeah, here.”He tossed a baggie over.
Where did that come from?Skye took the one they’d bought last night.She snatched it out of the air before Liam could catch it.
“No one is becoming an addict on this tour,” she said.“You hear me?You can save your clichéd overdoses for the second tour.Yeah?Your new band manager can fucking deal with it then.”
“Skye,” Liam whined.“We don’t want a new band manager.”
“Speak for yourself,” Remi muttered.
Liam slapped him upside the head, and Remi punched him in the gut.They proceeded to slam into each other and get into a friendly tussle that had them backing down the hall and waking up the rest of the guys from their bunks.
They were both laughing by the time it was done, and Jillian grabbed Remi’s attention again, pulling him to sit beside her on the couch.
West, newly awoken, poured himself coffee, and Liam picked up Ollie’s head and plopped down beside the Key of Atlas’s drummer on the couch.He grabbed a controller, and they started playing together, while Ollie continued to sleep on Liam’s lap.Levi and the rest of his band started chatting as they made breakfast.
Skye wanted to sift out of there, but she’d have no excuse for a sudden disappearance, so she silently seethed over her laptop, while doing everything in her power to make sure her band didn’t get screwed over.
Lust, envy, greed, and pride swirled inside of her.She barely kept wrath from showing up in the form of hellfire every time Jillian’s high-pitched giggle floated through the air.
The girl would be lucky if Skye didn’t murder her before they got to the next city.
Chapter Twenty
Afterback-to-backshowsforfive nights straight, the band should have been getting sleep on their three-day break in Milwaukee, but coop up a group of eight twenty-something guys together in a do-nothing town and sleep would be the last thing on anyone’s mind.
Remi spent most of the first day scrolling social media and analyzing the DMs he was getting from fans telling him his last few shows were “off.”He poured over the setlist and watched every fan video that had been uploaded to see if he could figure out where he was lacking, but it only drove him crazier.
In a coked-up rage, he threw his phone against the wall in the hotel and vowed to take the rest of the mini break easy.Anything to get the nagging voice in the back of his head to shut the fuck up.
