Wild Renegade

by Andria Large

  Wild Renegade

  by

  Andria Large

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Wild Renegade (Renegade #2)

  Copyright © 2014 by Andria Large.

  All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or used in any manner whatsoever, via the Internet, electronic, or print, without the express written permission of the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Edited by: Megan Hershenson

  Cover Design by: Andria Large

  First Edition, 2014

  Also by Andria Large:

  The Beck Brothers Series:

  Henry

  Sebastian

  Quinn

  Christian

  A Taboo Love Series:

  Hey There, Delilah…

  Unmasking Charlotte

  Coming Soon: Burning Hearts

  Renegade Series:

  Sweet Renegade

  The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

  ~ Maya Angelou

  Blurb

  Ace Vaughn

  The bad boy, the wild one - that’s what they call me. I guess it suits me. I work hard, but I party harder. I mean, I’m single, so why not? I like clubbing, drinking, and banging random women. Unfortunately, I sometimes hook up with the wrong chicks. Like the ones who gets attached after a romp in the sack, but sometimes that just comes with the territory. I never really thought that one would actually cause so many problems. How do I keep the one I love safe when a former one night stand falls off the crazy train and lands in Psychoville?

  Nicole Gionelli

  I finally get the job of my dreams as a backup dancer for Renegade for their world tour. It means that I’m going to be away from my friends and family for about a year, but they understand how important this is to me. I meet Renegade on the first day at the dance studio. I knew these guys were attractive, but seeing them in person is a whole different story. Hello! I know I need to remain professional, but damn, it is hard when two of the guys start vying for my attention. Who do I choose? Do I really want to get pushed into the spotlight by dating a member of Renegade? I’m not so sure. But if I do, what are my chances of taming the Wild Renegade?

  Table of Contents

  Also by Andria Large

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  About the Author

  Coming Soon

  Chapter One

  ~Nicole~

  I knock on the front door of my best friend's house. I haven't seen her in a couple of weeks and I have big news to share with her. I only wait a few moments before one of the most gorgeous men that I've ever laid eyes on answers the door. Of course, he is my bestie's husband and completely off limits.

  "Well, well, well, if it isn't Nicole Gionelli. So nice of you to finally come and visit us again," he says sarcastically. He is the king of sarcasm.

  "Dude, I was just here a couple of weeks ago," I mutter as I push past his huge six foot four inch frame.

  "Weeks shmeeks, Mikey has doubled in size in those two weeks!"

  I roll my eyes at the man following me from over my shoulder. "I've been really busy, Sebastian, give me a break," I say.

  Sebastian gives me a bored look. "Doing what?"

  "I've had an audition and about a million and one call backs," I say, shoving my hands on my hips in defiance.

  "Sebastian, leave her alone," I hear my best friend, Raelynn, say as she comes down the stairs with their son, Michael, in her arms.

  Holy shit! He did grow over the last two weeks! Raelynn smiles and gives me a one armed hug.

  "Hi!" she says.

  "Hey."

  "Your hair is getting long," Raelynn notices and tugs on the end.

  I touch my dark hair that has now grown down to my shoulders. It used to be short, like up to my chin, short. "Yeah, I felt like letting it grow out; I've had it short for so long, I needed a change," I reply and put my arms out for Mikey, who is two years old now, but he shies away and hugs Raelynn tighter.

  "See, he doesn't even know who you are anymore," Sebastian huffs.

  Raelynn and I both shoot him a dirty look.

  "Oh, what? You think looking at me like that hurts my feelings or something?" he scoffs and crosses his muscled arms over his chest.

  Raelynn shakes her head at her husband then starts for the kitchen. I follow, and unfortunately, so does Sebastian. No matter how good looking the man is, there is no way in hell that I could or would ever live with him. I don't know how Raelynn does it. I'm not going to lie, when I first met him, I had hoped that I would get the chance to get him into bed because DAMN! The man is just...WOW...with his blonde hair and bright green eyes, his scruffy jaw and bang-able body. Now that I know him, though? No thanks! Raelynn can have him. Sebastian and I just don't mesh well.

  "So how did the audition go? I heard you say that you got some call backs?" Raelynn asks as she sticks Michael in his booster chair.

  "Yeah, and I got the job!" I exclaim.

  Raelynn's blonde head whips around to stare at me in shock. She knew what job I was going for. Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen. "You got the job?" she breathes.

  I grin and nod.

  Raelynn squeals and comes running to me. She throws her arms around my neck, which makes me have to bend down because she's a lot shorter than I am. I hug her back and laugh.

  "Oh my god, I'm so happy for you!" she cries.

  "Someone wanna tell me what job you're talking about?" Sebastian asks dryly.

  Raelynn lets me go and turns to her husband. "Nicole is going to be a backup dancer for Renegade!"

  Sebastian blinks at her, not having a clue what she is talking about.

  "They are the biggest boy band out there right now. I'm gonna be going on tour with them and dancing on stage during the concerts," I inform him.

  "Oooh!" Sebastian replies, finally understanding whom I'm talking about. "Ahhhh! Like OMG! They are like so effing hot! They make me want to like throw my panties at them!" Sebastian shrieks in a valley girl voice that he does way too well, while running around the kitchen table like a girl, arms flailing.

  Michael, of course, thinks it's hysterical and is cracking up as he watches his father running around like a complete dumbass. I send Raelynn a sideways glance and she just shakes her head at me. She knows her husband is a weirdo.

  "So when are you leaving?" Raelynn asks, ignoring Sebastian who is now actually singing one of Renegade's most popular songs and doing the dance moves from the music video.

  I gape at him. "How the hell does he know that?" I whisper to Raelynn.

  "Adalyn likes them and watches their music videos, so whenever we go to Henry and Claire's, it's usually on," Raelynn chuckles.

  Henry is Sebastian's older brother and Adalyn is his daughter. Raelynn and Henry's wife, Claire, were pregnant at the same time and actually had their babies on the same d
ay. Although, Michael's birth was completely insane! Raelynn couldn't make it to the hospital in time and had Mikey in the car with Sebastian playing catcher.

  "But Adalyn is only two years old," I say in confusion.

  Raelynn shrugs. "I know."

  I shake my head and focus back on Raelynn. "I'm leaving tonight." I frown, knowing it’s really short notice.

  Raelynn frowns also. "How long will you be gone for?"

  "We have to rehearse for a month before the tour. The U.S. tour is six months, we then have a month break before the World tour, which is another six months," I tell her.

  "Oh man, that's really long!" Raelynn pouts.

  "I know, but it's going to be so worth it and awesome for building my resume," I remind her.

  "I'm gonna miss you." Raelynn sniffs and hugs me.

  I stay for about an hour, we talk some more about the tour and say our goodbyes before I head home to do some packing. I already talked to my landlord – who’s pretty cool - about being gone, and he didn't have any problem with it. He even said that he would keep an eye on my apartment for me. I set up my rent to come right out of my checking account every month, so I don't have to worry about it being late. My mom is going to take care of all of my other mail, which I am having forwarded to her house.

  That night, my parents, Elena and Gaetano – who goes by ‘Guy’ – and my younger sister, Gina, drive me to the train station where I am going to catch the train up to New York. That is where the month of rehearsals are taking place. That is also where I'm going to be living out of a hotel room for a month. Ugh, so not looking forward to that! I check into my hotel room by 11:00 pm and get settled in. I take a shower, dry my hair, and go to bed. I need to be well rested for tomorrow.

  Rehearsal starts at 8:00 am. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. The choreographer, Kara, already emailed me all of the info I need regarding where to go and which studio number to meet in. I wear my standard black leggings, tank top, and a baggy t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. I put my dance shoes in a small duffle bag along with a towel and a water bottle then head out the door.

  ~Ace~

  I'm sitting on the floor in the dance studio, stretching out my legs to get ready for all of the shit we have to do today. When I signed up to be part of this group, it certainly was not for the dancing. Four of the female dancers are huddled in one corner, gossiping while they stretch. They all know each other from working together in the past. I roll my eyes to myself. I can already tell that they are the biggest bunch of catty, bitchy, shit-talking women that I will ever come in contact with. I kinda feel bad for the last girl coming in because they are already talking shit on her, apparently having met her at the auditions and not liking her.

  My band mate and one of my best friends, Beau Kennedy, is a few feet in front of me doing push-ups with his trademark cowboy hat on. Beau is very into his fitness. He is the biggest, muscle wise, out of all of us. Beau, our resident southern boy, is also the youngest out of the five of us at 23.

  Roland Fitzgerald, or "Fitz" as I like to call him, is resting his back against the mirrored wall while talking quietly on his cell phone. Roland is the oldest and most responsible out of the group at 28. He is always the voice of reason and does his best to keep the peace. Not that we all don't get along for the most part, but we've definitely had our fights being best friends and band mates for over ten years.

  Dean Davenport, 26, is sitting with Everett Stone, 24, the two of them looking at something on Everett's iPad mini and laughing hysterically. Dean is the only blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy in the group, which gives him a huge fan base. The girls absolutely go crazy over him. At first, he loved it and thought he was the shit; now, though, he is so over it and gets annoyed with all of the extra attention that he gets.

  Everett is the quietest and softest spoken out of all of us. He talks so softly sometimes that I can't hear a damn word he says. He and Beau also have this baby-face thing going for them. They are the youngest two of the group and they usually keep their faces clean-shaven, unlike the rest of us.

  What about me, you ask? My name is Ace Vaughn. I'm 26, love long walks on the beach and sunsets. Sike! Yeah, right. I smoke, I drink, and I'm covered in tattoos. I'm often called the bad boy or wild one of the group because you know the media loves to label each one of us with their stereotypical profiles of boy bands. The baby, the hot one, the old one, the bad boy, and the shy one. Assholes, every single one of them.

  The door to the studio opens - distracting me from my thoughts of punching every paparazzi in their face - and in walks the most gorgeous woman that I have ever laid eyes on. I've seen tons and tons of women, and I seriously have never seen one more beautiful than this one in my life. She has shoulder length dark brown hair, which is poker straight and silky looking. She has a heart shaped face and sultry eyes that are so dark that they look almost black. Her lips are pouty and bow shaped with the bottom being slightly bigger than the top. She is tall for a woman, and thin but toned; she definitely has a dancer’s body. Her skin is a natural olive color, making me wonder if I'm right in thinking that she's Italian. A few of the male dancers come in behind her.

  She looks around, taking everything in, glancing at the other women, who are staring at her. Their expressions are pretty much saying, "Don't come over here." My lip curls up in disgust all on its own. And to think that I've slept with one of them. God, what was I thinking? Of course, the one that I slept with is the bitchiest of all of them. Hillary is her name and she thinks that since I fucked her once that she has some kind of rights to me. She's warned all of the other girls not to even think about getting anywhere near me. Not like I would make that mistake again anyway.

  The newbie frowns then glances at the other guys, who aren't paying attention. Her eyes finally land on me. When she sees that I'm watching her, she blushes and smiles hesitantly. I get up off my ass and start over to her. When I get close enough, I stick my hand out and introduce myself.

  "Hey, I'm Ace Vaughn," I say.

  The woman smiles wider and more confidently. She slips her soft hand into mine. "I'm Nicole Gionelli. Nice to meet you, Ace."

  I smile. "Italian, huh?"

  Nicole grins wryly. "Not at all," she replies sarcastically.

  I chuckle. I like her already.

  "Come on in, let me introduce you to the rest of the guys," I say, taking her hand and tugging her farther into the room. She comes willingly as we walk over to Roland, who is just hanging up his phone.

  "Roland, this is Nicole Gionelli; Nicole, this is Roland Fitzgerald," I introduce.

  Roland stands and shakes Nicole's hand. "Nice to meet you," he says with a smile.

  "You, too," Nicole says in return.

  Now the rest of the guys have taken notice and are making their way over. She has just finished shaking Beau's hand, whom is the last one to introduce himself, when our choreographer, Kara, walks in, followed by our manager and Beau's fiancé, Lizette, and the last two male dancers.

  "Good Morning, everyone! Let’s get started!" Kara chirps, clapping her hands together.

  I watch as Nicole walks away and drops her bag over by the windows and sits. She opens her bag and pulls out a pair of black dance sneakers. A hand slides down my arm, pulling my attention away from Nicole. I look over to see Hillary smiling seductively up at me. She was my partner during a VMA performance last year, that's how I ended up hooking up with her. I was drunk at the after party and she was more than willing.

  "Okay, girls, I'm going to partner you up with one of the other male dancers for parts and then one of the members of the group for other parts," Kara says with a warm smile as she grabs a piece of paper from her back pocket. "Okay, Renegade, come stand in your usual line," Kara says. We've worked with Kara a bunch of times, so we know how she likes us lined up.

  We do as we're told, lining up in our usual line, putting Dean in the middle since he's the tallest at 6'4”, then on either side of him are Everett, who is 6'3", and Beau
, who is 6'2". Roland, who's 6'0", is next to Everett, at the opposite end of where I am standing next to Beau. I'm 6'1".

  Kara studies us for a moment before she starts pairing us up with the women. It's down to Hillary and Nicole, and me and Everett. I silently pray that I get Nicole. I can’t stand the idea of having to go through the whole tour with Hillary being my partner. Not that we do a whole lot of partner work, it's mostly the woman dancing around us, but still. She's going to think that we're going to sleep together again or something and that shit ain't happening.