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“Thank you,” I say, opening the can and taking a sip. My eyes close as I swallow, humming in happiness. Adrenaline crashes really suck.
As I open my eyes and bring down the can, Mav, Atlas, and Draven are staring at my lips, while Tyler merely smirks in amusement.
“What?” I ask with widened eyes.
Shaking their heads, they walk away. “Don’t dawdle, chick. I need my beauty rest,” Draven says over his shoulder.
Tyler wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into motion. “I’m pretty sure you’re getting under their skin, Little Flower,” he says against the shell of my eye. “The question is what are you going to do after?”
Focusing on drinking my soda, I don’t answer. Do I even want their attention? I’m pretty sure I’m still angry with two of them.
This is going to be a long damn tour.
Thanks a lot, Uncle Jordan.
Six
TYLER
Things just got a whole lot more interesting. Fucking shady ass Irish bars, asshole band members, and Jordan Miles.
Holding Layla close to me, I call her uncle. She may not trust herself to keep her emotions in check, but I have no issues calling him out.
“Is there something else you need, Tyler?” Mr. Miles says drolly.
“With all due respect, you’re a dick for putting your niece into their orbit,” I tell him, annoyed.
Layla merely looks up at me with a small smirk playing on her lips. “I love you,”she mouths before snuggling into me. I feel ten-feet-tall whenever she says those words to me. It makes me want to always be worthy of her, which is why I’m so careful to never stifle her.
Layla Campbell was meant to fly free.
“Please, by all means, tell me how you really feel,”her uncle says and snorts.“Look, yes it wasn’t the best way to get her aready-made band, but at least they’ll play well with her. It’s about time they figured out their shit.”
“There’s so much more to this than you even understand,” I sigh. “The bar she played at was really rough and filled with criminals. How does that help your image with the record label? Do you enjoy putting her into dangerous situations?”
“Well hold on right there,”Jordan growls, but the warmth of my girl keeps me going. She trusts me to know how far I can go.
“Layla helped cover up a murder tonight while on stage, so you may want to look into any possible mafia connections to the bar we were at,” I continue. “Draven may very well be unhinged, and Atlas and Mav… I’m pretty sure they’re not at all the guys Layla used to know. They’re cruel now. So if you expect us all to play happy family, you’re going to be very disappointed.”
“What… murder? Hold the fuck on,”Jordan says, and I hear him scrambling to grab his computer. It may be nearing one in the morning here, but this man doesn’t seem to sleep.“O’Malley’s you said?”
“There weren’t any police presence or anything, so you’re not going to find any reports. We’re walking back to the guys’ hotel room right now, where I doubt they’ll have much space for us.”
“Ask if we can maybe get a room at the same hotel as them?” Layla asks softly, peeking up at me. She looks sleepy, and confirms that as she yawns.
“Sure thing, Little Flower,” I murmur. “Layla and I would like to know if it would be possible to maybe get a room at least in their same hotel?”
I’m willing to work with you, old man.
Honestly, he’s only fifteen years older than me, but still. Jordan is being an asshole right now.
“Ah, about that,”Jordan says with a wince in his tone.
“Fuck, you’re going to owe us so much aren’t you?” I sigh.
“Afraid so. The city is slammed with people over the next few days with festivals and concerts, so there’s no room anywhere,”he says.“I’m afraid you’re stuck. The guys aren’t staying in the best area either. I may have gotten a little too excited.”
“When do you expect Layla to go back on tour?” I ask.
