BangShift
Skid Row Kings
Book 3
Winter Travers
Copyright © 2016 Winter Travers
ISBN-13:978-1539377054
ISBN-10: 1539377059
BangShift: Skid Row Kings, Book 3
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Also by Winter Travers
The Devil’s Knights Series:
Loving Lo
Finding Cyn
Gravel’s Road
Battling Troy
Gambler’s Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Skid Row Kings Series:
DownShift
PowerShift
BangShift
Table of Contents
Also by Winter Travers
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Nitro Crew
Dive into the first chapter of Loving Lo
Coming Soon
About the Author
Dedication
It’s not the speed you go, rather the fact you went.
This is for everyone who went, and didn’t look back.
Acknowledgments
My boys. With each book, the more I realize how much I love you both. Thanks for putting up with my crazy ways.
My family. Looooove you all!
Lizette. #RideOrDie We can’t stop, we won’t stop. (Yes, I just quoted Miley Cyrus. LMAO)
Nikki, Natalie, Kendra, and Alicia. Thanks for being my cheering squad. Much love! #BodaciousBetas
BangShift
Skid Row Kings
Book 3
Chapter 1
Leelee
“Ma'am, I’m going to have to ask you again to put your phone away. We’re about to take off.” Flight attendant Barbie glared at me as she motioned for me to turn it off. I could tell her patience was all but non-existent, but I didn’t give a fuck right now.
“I just need to try one more time to—” I gasped as the ballsy flight attendant grabbed my phone from me and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I know you might not care about the safety of everyone on this plane, but I do. If you continue to use your phone, I’m going to have to notify the air marshal.”
“Well, seeing as you just snatched my phone from me, it appears that won’t be a problem anymore,” I snapped. I was at my wit's end trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I couldn’t get a hold of Luke or Mitch and Violet and Scarlett both had their phones turned off. “Can I please have my phone back? I promise not to crash the plane by sending a text message.”
She thrust my phone back at me and flounced down the aisle back to the area where they served their little drinks from. I quickly hit send on my last message to Luke then powered down my phone.
It was six A.M., and I was on a plane about to take off for California to help the man who had saved my life not so many months ago, but who now hated me. To say my life was complicated was a bit of an understatement.
“First time to California?” the guy seated next to me asked. His dark blue pinstripe suit was rumpled, and he looked like he had been awake for six hours.
“Um, yeah. That obvious?” It was my first time flying, but I didn’t want to admit that. There weren’t too many people who had reached the age of twenty-six and hadn’t flown before.
“Nah, I just like to make conversation. Helps the flight go by faster.” He pulled his laptop out of his slim briefcase and set it on his lap. “Visiting family?”
Jesus Christ, wouldn’t you know the last ticket to California was seated next to Motormouth Marty. “Um, yeah.” I could technically say Kurt was family, although I’m sure he would argue ‘til he was blue in the face that just because we were married didn’t make us family. But that didn’t apply to the state of Illinois, though.
“Man, I wish I could remember what it’s like to travel for fun. Nowadays, I’m on a plane as much as I’m on the ground.”
“Yeah, that must be rough.” I wished like hell I could bury my nose in my phone and not have to talk to this guy. I had a three-hour flight ahead of me that I was already dreading. Add in this tool, and I would be amazed if I were sane by the time I landed.
“I can still remember the first time I went to California. I was amazed how green everything was, but when I got in the big city, I couldn’t believe how much concrete there was everywhere. Although, you’ll have that no matter what big city you go to.”
Suit kept droning on and on, not waiting for me to answer or reply. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the headrest, willing myself to fall into a coma for at least three hours.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. I’d like to welcome you aboard flight 5462. Non-stop to Burbank California. At this time, we will be putting on the seat belt light, and we ask you not to move about the cabin until we are at cruising altitude. Sit back and relax. We should be in sunny California in three hours.”
I leaned over, rummaged through my purse, and pulled out my headphones I had thankfully remembered to grab.
As I popped them onto my ears, a flight attendant stood at the front of the plane demonstrating the seat belts and what to do if we crashed. My stomach was in knots, worried about Kurt but also because this was my first time flying and I had no idea what to expect. I was anxious on top of concerned. A winning combination for a first-time flyer.
I snapped my belt into place, making sure it was extra tight and took a deep breath. I was headed to California to help a man who hated me. This was exactly how I had seen my day going. Not.
The flight attendant scurried off to what I assumed was her seat up by the captain, and the plane started to move. I gripped the armrest and glanced out the window. I had been lucky enough to get a window seat, although I was rethinking my luck as the plane made a wi
de U-turn and then started down the runway. The plane picked up speed fast, and before I knew it, the nose of the plane lifted, and my stomach went to my knees as we climbed into the sky. It took everything I had not to start hyperventilating and clutch onto Suit’s hand.
The seat belt light went off, and the pilot’s voice came over the speaker again telling us it was safe to move about the cabin.
Move? Hell no. I stabbed at my phone, trying to find a song that would distract me. I scrolled through my huge playlist and settled on Stone Sour to keep me company during the long flight. I glanced over at Suit, saw he was typing away on his laptop and was thankful he had gotten the hint I wasn’t up to talking. He seemed like a nice guy, but I just didn’t have time for small talk. At least, not today.
The last time I had seen Kurt played through my head and I couldn’t help but wince remembering his face when his eyes had fallen on the date I had brought. Why the hell I had thought bringing Greg to the barbecue was a good idea? Kurt and I were already at each other’s throats; me bringing Greg was the final straw that had driven Kurt away.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the window. I didn’t know what the hell to do anymore. What I had told Violet and Scarlett that night was the most truthful I had ever been about Kurt. I had messed up things between the two of us before we ever actually began. Things had happened so fast between us, and they were over even faster.
Kurt had become my knight in shining armor eleven months ago, and now, he couldn’t even stand to look at me without a sneer on his face and making me feel like everything between us was a mistake.
I just wished I could go back to that night and change everything. If I could, Kurt would still be working in the garage with his brothers where he belonged.
Instead, Kurt had stormed off two weeks ago, leaving behind his family all because the only thing I could think about was myself. A tear leaked from my tightly clenched eyes, and I quickly wiped it away. I was an idiot thinking Kurt and I could work together, and everything would be fine.
I was a fool back then, and I still was. But now, I had a chance to fix everything. Kurt for once needed me, and I had every intention of being there for him even though I knew he was going to fight me tooth and nail the whole way.
I was ready for every punch that Kurt was going to throw my way. After all, I owed it to him to fix everything. He had saved me not too long ago, and it was only right to repay the favor.
Kurt Jensen didn’t know what he was in for. He had wanted a wife all those months ago, and now, I was going to give him what he desired.
I only hope I wasn’t too late.
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Chapter 2
Kurt
Well, that fucking hurt. Note to self: Do not flip your car going seventy miles an hour. It does not end well.
I had yet to open my eyes, partly because my right eye was swollen shut, but I knew by the constant beeping and hum of machines around me, I was in the hospital. What a fucking way to end my night.
Everything had been going fine until I had hit that final ninety-degree turn and my two right tires left the pavement, and I knew I was fucked.
My arm was hurting like hell. I tried to move it, but it felt like a fucking Mac truck was sitting on it. Hell, my whole body felt like it had been run over by a Mac truck. I cracked my left eye open and looked at my arm, surprised as hell to see it wrapped up at a ninety-degree angle and resting at my side. “Fuck.” My right arm busted up meant there wouldn’t be any shifting for me for a while. Shit, who the hell was I kidding? It wasn’t like I had a car left to drive anyway. My Camaro was probably crushed like a tin can.
I closed my eye and leaned my head back against the pillow. Just opening my eye and turning my head a bit had drained all my energy. I had no idea what the hell time it was. All I knew was I needed to sleep.
The sound of the door opening didn’t even make me open my eyes. I didn’t know anyone in California, so it had to be a nurse or doctor coming into the room. I listened to them move into the room, figuring there were two sets of footsteps, but no one spoke. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak grunt. Fatigue hit me and I sunk into the darkness calling to me.
I didn’t care who the hell was in the room. Fuck, I didn’t care if I ever woke up again.
I was fucking done.
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Leelee
“You can sit in the chair, sweetie. He hasn’t woken up yet. I know he looks rough, but he’ll be fine.” The nurse pointed to the chair next to the bed, but I couldn’t get my feet to move. Kurt was lying in the hospital bed, machines surrounding him.
“Um, are you sure he’s okay?” Kurt looked anything but good. His right arm was in a sling and wrapped in layers of white gauze while his right leg was elevated off the bed, also wrapped and in a sling. His swollen face had tiny, little cuts all over, and it looked like his right eye was so swollen that it would be a miracle if he could open it.
“Yeah. You thankfully missed all the waiting for tests to come back. His spine looks good and no internal bleeding. Just a broken arm and leg.” The nurse grabbed the chart from the end of the bed and began scribbling in it at as she looked at all the machines. “If you plan on standing ‘til he wakes up, you'll be standing for a while. He’s heavily medicated right now.”
“His leg and arm?” I gasped. I knew as soon as Kurt woke up and saw that, he was going to be pissed. No driving. Although, that probably wouldn’t stop Kurt. He would probably figure out a way. Hell, he’d probably get a foreign car where the driver sat on the right side so he could still drive.
“Yeah. Two breaks in the leg, and one break in the arm. He was lucky nothing else broke.” She flipped the clipboard shut and looked me up and down. “How long have you two been married?”
Huh, a question I thought I would never get asked because no one was supposed to know we were married. “Thirteen months,” I replied numbly.
“Oh, newlyweds. Still in the honeymoon stage, although I think this might be slowing you two down for a bit.” The nurse winked at me and slipped out of the room.
Honeymoon stage? Ha, she couldn’t have been any further from the truth.
Kurt hated me, and I, well, I wasn’t sure what I felt for Kurt. I knew I hated seeing him lying there, not moving and beat to hell. Fuck, I was confused as hell how I felt about him when he wasn’t in the hospital. This just threw a massive wrench into everything.
He had grunted when we walked into the room but hadn’t woken up. Now, I was left all alone with him, and I had no idea what the hell to do.
I dropped my bag in the corner of the room and ran my fingers through my hair. I was still in my pajamas and had barely stuffed my feet into my sneakers on the way to the airport. Everything had been a whirlwind these past six hours, and now, here I was. Now, what?
I had tried calling Luke again when I was in the cab headed to the hospital, but he had yet to answer the phone. I had left enough messages and figured it was up to him to call me now. I was beyond exhausted and didn’t feel like picking up my phone and trying once more.
“What the hell do we do now, Lee?” I asked myself out loud. “How about we stop talking to yourself,” I answered. Hell, I was losing my mind. My mom had always told me growing up that it was normal to talk to yourself, it was when you started answering yourself that you were bordering on crazy. Well, call me crazy.
I eyed up the chair next to the bed and wondered if that would be the best spot to be when Kurt woke up. I didn’t think I would be the first person he would like to see after a near-death experience. The ugly salmon color chair looked semi-comfortable and had a handle on the side which I assumed popped open the footrest.
My feet and back ached as I stood there, deciding if sleeping that close to Kurt was a good idea, but my fatigue won out, and I collapsed into the chair. “Welcome to California, Lee,” I mumbled. I had to admit; I had imagined the first time leaving the state of Illinois would be better than sitting in a hospital
with a man who hated me.
My eyes wandered over Kurt, wondering how in the hell we got here.
Eighteen months ago, if you had seen Kurt and me together, you never would have thought we would end up hating each other and Kurt moving across the country to get away from me.
Eighteen months ago, things were so different.
Eighteen months ago, I fell in love with Kurt Jensen because he was my knight in shining armor who saved me.
Eighteen Months Ago...
“Two shots of whiskey and keep ‘em coming,” I mumbled to the bartender as I plopped down on the stool and opened my wallet. “Or at least, keep ‘em coming until this is gone.” I set a twenty-dollar bill on the bar, and I knew my plan of getting rip-roaring drunk was not going to go exactly how I had imagined.
I planted my elbows on the bar and rested my head in my hands. What in the hell was I going to do? Things were going so well. Well, as good as they can be when your parents are both drug addicts, and you’re left to take care of your fourteen-year-old brother while they take off and chase after their next high.
Jay knew not to tell anyone about Mom and Dad. I had repeatedly said that if the school found out Mom and Dad had left, they would try to take him away and put him in foster care. And I should have known it wouldn’t have been Jay who spilled the beans, but one of his fucking friends who couldn’t keep their mouth shut.
I had just come from the school after getting a scathing message on my answering machine from the school telling me to get there now.
When I had walked into the school office, I was greeted by the principal and child protective services. But the thing that surprised the hell out of me was when they told me my aunt who lived three states away had said she would take Jay if there weren't a place for him to stay here.
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