Now all we need to do is slow down enough so that I can knock her up. As if she knows what I’m thinking, she turns to me.
“What?” She smiles and waves at the cameras. I lean down and growl into her ear. She starts laughing.
“I’m sorry, what was that growl supposed to mean?”
“I’ll show you later.”
She waves, then shrieks when Sebastian runs up from behind her. Turning, she throws her arms around him, and I stand back and let her shine. When Alberto brought the dress out tonight, I almost said no. It’s silver, which is good, but the top part of the dress is so tight her tits almost fall out. The rest is made up of layers and layers of chiffon with a slit so high it lets you see one of her long, tan legs when she walks.
“You look ravishing.” His eyes go straight for her breasts.
“Goddammit.” I pull her toward my chest. “Back off, Sebastian.”
Throwing his head back, he laughs and pats my shoulder. He waves to the cameras. “Good luck, Granger.” He winks as he links his fingers with a beautiful redhead and walks toward the entrance.
“Let’s move.” I bite her ear while she laughs and talks about the film with a reporter.
“Gia.” We both turn as Axel and Antoinette walk up. Of course, he’s wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, along with his black cut.
She squeals and hugs Antoinette who’s wearing a skintight pink dress, but at least her tits aren’t falling out.
“The fuck?” Axel stares at Gia. “Why would you let her wear that?” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“I’m trying to be supportive,” I say.
“Stop, you pussy-whipped asshole,” he retorts, shaking his head and guiding Antoinette toward the entrance.
“Axel,” Gia yells. I bite the side of my cheek. She truly does look like she’s gonna spill out of that dress.
“One picture, please?”
He rolls his eyes. We all pose, and the cameras go crazy. Rafe thankfully rescues me, saying the rest of the band is already inside. His eyes take in Gia, and he raises a brow at me but wisely stays quiet.
My hand goes to her lower back as I move us toward the venue, smiling and waving at the crowd. The Chinese Theatre is a historical landmark. Outside are the famous handprints of the stars, forever captured on the sidewalk. Inside, the deep red velvet curtain with gold palm trees covers the massive screen. So many legends have walked through those doors.
I spin her toward me like I’m going to kiss her. Instead, I whisper, “Your tits are mine and they’re falling out.”
She smiles and kisses me, whispering back, “That’s impossible. I’m taped inside this dress.”
“The hell?”
“Granger,” Hunter yells and waves as I guide her in, allowing the usher to show us our seats.
The excitement in the room makes me look for my brothers. Nuke sits a couple of rows down with his newest girlfriend, a yoga instructor. He’s looked good lately. Apparently, she helped him detox off the smack, so of course, he thought it was wise to move in with her. That’ll last until we go on the road.
Ammo sits close to Axel. With his bottle of Jäger in one hand, and his other arm snaked around a large-breasted blonde, he laughs with Cash who brought his kid.
“You ready?” Gia leans her head on my shoulder. Hunter is, once again, being Hunter, rambling on about how this was a true labor of love. I tune him out and take her hand. Her big diamond engagement ring sparkles beneath the chandelier lights.
The audience claps. Our loud music spills out of the surround sound system. The screen stays black as I hear my voice say “Fuck off” along with Axel’s loud voice as he screams, “We are the Dicks.” Cash laughs.
The screen blinks white, then shifts to footage from a video camera. The person holding it walks toward Axel’s garage. It’s followed by fast cuts of all of us playing, laughing, sleeping, and hanging out with various girls who always seemed to surround us in Axel’s garage.
Then it zeros in on me as I sit smoking in the corner writing something.
My hand squeezes Gia’s. She turns and smiles and my heart aches. I turn back and watch her light up the screen. She’s maybe nine with that damn camera of hers, taking pictures, clearly bugging me. She twirls in a red dress, her long legs and bare feet covered in dirt. Stopping, she places her hands on her hips, saying something that makes the girl filming laugh.
Then she turns and runs up to the camera saying, “I’m Gia Fontaine and I’m their number one fan.” The crowd in the theater claps as I look at her.
“Where did you get that video?”
“I have my ways.” She winks.
Axel stands in the middle of the garage drinking and playing. Cash walks over to him as they both look up at the camera and flip it off.
I can’t look away. I had no idea this would affect me, but it’s wild seeing the past. We all have come so far, yet here we all sit.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and look back at Axel. He leans forward as if he’s going to say something but doesn’t.
Turning back to the screen, I hear myself say my name while Nuke twirls his drumsticks.
I breathe in and exhale as music fills my head.
“I love you,” Gia whispers.
Love. That doesn’t even start to describe this feeling that eats me up inside when I think of her.
Hunger, craving, rapture. My heart pounds, and I almost rub it, if only to feel it beat.
My muse.
Everything that I love is in this room. My brothers, my fans, and her.
I take a breath and watch us all screaming and performing at our early gigs. My face looks haunted and dark. I was the boy who was destined to never love, the man who was cursed to be alone.
I’m called a Rock God. But I’m not a god. I’m a man who has flaws, but I was given my shot and I took it. I thought that was my music—the fame and money.
I was wrong.
My shot, my greatest opportunity was her, my chance to have something that will last forever. Fame didn’t make me happy. In fact, it almost destroyed me.
I glance back at Axel, whose draped his arm around his ballerina’s shoulders. He raises a brow at me. I used to be confused as to why he didn’t want this life, how could he possibly walk away.
Now I know.
I turn to Gia. She reaches to touch my lips and I smile at her. All my ghosts are gone.
I take a breath.
One. Two. Three.
I’m home, finally at peace.
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The Entitled Duet
The Entitled
The Enlightened
LETHAL
Blade McCormick is not a nice guy.
He’s pure adrenaline and smells like smo
ke and leather—the kind of guy you look at and know he’s going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done.
Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.
It takes a lot of work to become the club’s Queen, but I’ll stop at nothing to have the King!
ATONE
I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do… nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams.
No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist!
I. Make. No. Excuses.
Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to see to it.
REPENT
There are two sides to every story.
I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good.
Until he wasn’t.
He broke my heart once, twice… I’ve lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive.
I should’ve seen it coming…
Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would.
I did.
My name is Dolores Dunghart, and I might have done the unforgivable.
I don’t care if you judge me… I’ve judged myself.
But this is how we live.
And this is our love story.
Edge and Dolly forever.
IGNITE
ANTOINETTE
Axel Fontaine has a giant…
At least that’s what everyone says. Unfortunately, it’s true.
All. Of. It.
He’s dangerous, scary, and addictive. Without a doubt, the last person I should fall for is the VP of the Disciples MC.
I’m out of my league.
He’s a six-foot-four, blue-eyed biker god.
I’m an ex-ballerina turned stripper who should run away.
But how do you escape the one man who ignites your body and consumes your very soul?
Axel doesn’t do relationships. But I’m betting on ME to change his mind.
AXEL
I don’t do relationships. I don’t do drama, and I definitely don’t do love.
I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the VP of the Disciples and the club is my family.
The last thing I need is a violet-eyed enchantress who smells like candy and has some sort of voodoo chemistry that’s messing with my mind.
She needs to go.
She’s a distraction…a weakness I can’t have.
Men like me fall in lust, not love.
So, why is she still here?
Let’s not forget my deliciously HOT Reed Saddington! Venture into my angsty world of
The Entitled.
The Entitled
People say you can’t find your soulmate at eight years old. I did.I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself.We were young… beautiful… entitled.Money and private schools, our families’ lavish parties and posh, New York City apartments—it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe.
But I have a secret. It’s big and to some, unforgivable. And it’s why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroyed us. Either way, I’m worse than broke—I’m broken.
Once upon a time, we were happy… Yet privilege has an ugly underside, and in the blink of an eye, my world crashed down around me.
I don’t feel entitled anymore.The Entitled is first in The Entitled duet. Reed and Tess’s story concludes in The Enlightened.
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Cassandra Robbins is a USA Today, Amazon Top 100, KDP All-Star, and international bestselling author. She threatened to write a romance novel for years, and finally let the voices take over with her debut novel, The Entitled. She’s a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, driven to create obsessive, angst-filled characters who have to fight for their happily ever after. Cassandra resides in Los Angeles with her hot husband, two beautiful children, and a fluffy Samoyed, Stanley, and Goldendoodle, Fozzie. Her family and friends are her lifeline, but writing is her passion.
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