Claiming Atlas (Completely Rocked Book 1)
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I hop on the bus just in time to hear the worst fucking words in the history of touring.
“What do you mean the bus is broken?” I’m whining, but we already extended the fucking Vegas gig an extra week, and I’m ready to bail.
I was really hoping to be in my own bed come sunrise, and this isn’t part of the plan. “Can’t you fix it?” I don’t tell Bart that this is his goddamn job, because it goes without saying.
Bart shakes his head. “Not tonight, Cade.”
“Bro, you have one job.” Atlas laughs bitterly. I shake my head at him, but he’s right. As tour mechanic, Bart literally has one job, and that’s to keep the bus working.
Bart wipes the sweat from his brow and looks at Chris. Not just the lead singer, Chris is the voice of reason in this band and on this tour, so it’s no surprise that Bart needs reassurance from him.
Chris shares a look with Trinity, an unspoken conversation, then shrugs. “Whatever, man, just tell me you’ll have it fixed by tomorrow morning.”
“I will,” Bart answers quickly. “No doubt about that. I already talked to a guy who has the part we need. He’s bringing it over first thing tomorrow morning.”
“So we’ll be on the road by...?” I ask.
“Seven.” Bart frowns. “Eight at the latest.”
I groan, then push up off the bunk. “Whatever. I’m off to get my dick sucked.”
Trinity slaps my ass as I pass her. “Dirtbag.”
“You know it.”
“Should we get you a room, or—?”
“Nope.” I dig into my pocket, then pull out the blonde chick’s note. “Got one right here.” I smile deviously and Trin curls her lip at me. Chris just shakes his head, pulling his chick closer and distracting her as I step down out of the bus.
I pull out my cell and dial the Wynn. When I reach the front desk, I ask, “Room 307.”
“Name on the room?”
Ah, fuck. I look back at the sheet of paper, but she didn’t leave a name. Just the name of the hotel and a room number. “It starts with an E, I think? Emma? Ella?”
“Sir,” the hotel operator says, “I need the full name on the room. Not just what you think might be the first name.”
I rub my hand over my forehead, then laugh. “Look, lady, I don’t even know her first name.” I flag down one of our stage guys and signal that I need a cab. “Let’s do it this way. I’ll hang up, then you can call her room and give her a message for me, cool?”
She sighs.
“Let her know that Cade Scott is on his way over.”
The operator gasps softly and I smirk. Not everyone knows my name, but I hoped she would, and bingo.
“Oh, and I’m starving,” I add. “So send up a burger and a club sandwich, and...” I pause to consider. “A six pack of Stella and a side of fries.”
“Wi—will...” She stutters a bit, then clears her throat and tries again. “Will this be on the room, sir?”
“Nah. I’ll bring cash to the front desk when I get there.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who am I speaking with?” A cab pulls up to the back lot, and I nod to the driver, then hop in the back. “Wynn.”
“My name is Whitney.”
“Thanks, for your help today, Whitney from the Wynn.” I meet the driver’s gaze in the rearview and raise my eyebrows. He returns his focus to the road.
“Sure thing, Mr. Scott. Anything else?”
“Yeah, whatever she’s hungry for.”
You know, other than my dick.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
I’ll be quick with this. For once, lol.
As usual, my thanks must first go out to Tamara Mataya, my rock. You rocked this editing, formatting, and basic ring leading like the true rock star you are. If Atlas was real, I’d send him to Canada to make all your dirty dreams come true.
Huge thanks to my friends and family who were completely ignored while I finished this book. I’ll pay you back someday. Just not with Atlas, because he’ll be in Canada with Tam. (See above.)
And to you, especially you, my readers: THANK YOU. <3 You make every headache and sleepless night worth it.
XOXO,
Jessalyn
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