Trapped with the
Bad Boy
Wild Preacher’s Club, Book 2
Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author
Winter Travers
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Table of Contents
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
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Chapter One
Maud
“Get on the fucking bus.”
“I’ll walk.” I folded my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at Harrison.
“You’re walking to Spokane?” Harrison drawled.
It wasn’t that far. A hundred miles? I could make it there before the show. If I became the roadrunner. “I’m not getting on the bus, Harrison.”
“Why the fuck not?” he thundered.
Jonas Rowe.
He was on that damn bus, and I was not riding to Spokane with him on it.
“I’ll get an Uber.” I pulled out my phone and swiped the app.
Harrison grabbed my phone. “You got money flowing out of your butthole I don’t know about? An Uber to Spokane, Maud?”
I growled and tried to snatch my phone from him. “I’m not broke, Harrison. None of us are. It’s not like two years ago when we were all living in your parent's basement.” Things had been progressively getting better for the Wild Preacher’s Club. We were on our tour's final leg that we had actually made a pretty penny off of. Not to mention, our fanbase had almost tripled in the past year.
Touring non-stop for almost a year would do that.
Once Harrison had pulled his head out of his ass, we had set off on what would have been a two-month tour, which turned into a year-long tour.
All I had to do was get on the bus, and we would be at our fourth to last stop before Thanksgiving.
But, as I mentioned before, Jonas Rowe was on the bus.
My tour bus.
The bus for the band I was a part of.
The band he didn’t like.
“It’s too crowded on there, Harrison. I’ll just find my own way to Spokane.”
Harrison squinted and leaned toward me. “You wanna elaborate on that for me. The only difference from when we pulled into Murray, Idaho is Ruby’s brother climbed those stairs.”
I fought back my lip curling. “Crowded,” I growled.
“Tell me what the fuck is going on in your head, or I am going to pick you up and physically put you on that bus.”
Fucking Harrison. I didn’t want to tell him the real reason why I didn’t want to get on the bus. “Just leave me.”
He shook his head. “You got ten seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, or I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs ‘Maud Parker lip-syncs and can’t play a guitar’.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growled. Those were the two bullshit things said to me online and in-person that drove me absolutely fucking insane. “I will punch you in the nuts if you do it.”
Harrison stepped back and held up a finger. “One.” He added another finger, “Two.”
I gritted my teeth. “You’re supposed to be my family.”
He added one more finger. “Three.”
I glared at him as he kept counting and added five more fingers to his count.
“Almost to nine, Maud. You ready to tell the whole world that they are right about you?” He looked around. “There is a bit of a crowd here. You know how social media works, too. It’ll be all over the interwebs and in the fan group before we cross the city limit sign.”
“You’re not my family anymore.”
He shrugged. “Nine,” he drawled as he held up on more finger.
His eyes connected with mine. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to yell to everyone around the lies the internet loved to spew about me.
“T-t-t,” he stuttered.
“Fine!” I hissed. “We dated, and he dumped me, okay?” I leaned toward him. “Are you happy?” I was still finding my own way to Spokane. The conditions of me telling him why I didn’t want to get on the bus had nothing to do with me actually getting on the bus.
I grabbed my guitar case and pointed at the bus. “Better get on before they leave without you.” I stepped back and smiled. �
��I’ll see you in Spokane.”
Harrison shook his head and laughed. “Not so fast, Maud.” He lunged forward, planted his shoulder in my stomach, and lifted me.
“Harrison!” I screeched. We weren’t little kids anymore who horse played all of the time. I was twenty-seven years old, and I didn’t need to be lifted in the air like a damn child. “Put my ass back down right now!”
“Your ass is getting to Spokane on the bus, and I don’t want to hear another damn word about it.”
“You are the worst cousin ever,” I whined. “Darius is now my favorite!”
“Good, then he can deal with your ornery ass from now on.” Harrison stomped up the steps of the bus, the guitar case banged against the steps, and then he dumped me on the long seat at the front of the bus. “Hit it, Rico. Get this bus to Spokane,” Harrison shouted.
The doors to the bus swung shut, and we were rolling before I could plant my feet on the floor and stand. “Stop the bus!”
A chorus of moans went up, and the bus picked up speed.
“No such luck, little lady,” Rico drawled. “Door is shut, and we ain’t stopping till Spokane.”
I growled and stomped my foot.
“Sit your ass down, Maud, and quit your bitching,” Niko shouted.
I didn’t want to turn around.
I didn’t want to sit down.
Jonas Rowe was sitting a few feet away from me. I had caught a glimpse of him when Harrison had tossed me down.
One glimpse was more than enough.
The same air of arrogance.
The same smile always playing on his lips.
The same man who had left me with barely a word. “This isn’t going to work.”
Yeah, that was all I got. Four months of basically pure bliss, and then the next second, I was out on my ass alone because Jonas and I weren’t going to work.
Why? I didn’t have a damn clue.
I folded my arms over my chest and huffed. What the hell was I going to do being trapped on a bus with Jonas Rowe. Who, by the way, no one on this bus had a clue that we had actually dated.
Harrison knew now, and it was going to only be a matter of time before the whole band knew. Though I hoped they wouldn’t find out until I got the hell off of this bus.
I spun around, my eyes focused down the narrow hallway, and I marched like a damn soldier past Jonas Rowe.
No eye contact.
No acknowledgment of him being.
Not one damn feeling directed toward him.
Jonas didn’t deserve anything from me.
I ducked into my bunk and pulled the small curtain shut.
The only thing between Jonas and I was a small curtain and a whole bunch of hurt and hate.
I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.
Two hours until I was off this bus and far, far away from Jonas Rowe.
*
Chapter Two
Jonas
Ruby eyed me warily.
“Don’t, Ruby.” I did not want to get into whatever the hell she was thinking. Maud and I were off-limits.
Ruby held up her hands. “I’m just sitting here. Just watching.”
“There isn’t a damn thing to be watching,” I grumbled.
I knew coming here that Maud was going to be very much in my face.
Did I think she would refuse to get on the bus?
No.
It had been a year since Maud and I had called it quits. I really thought she would have been over it by now and play it cool.
Wrong.
Maud and I had hooked up for a couple of months without my sister or the band knowing over a year ago, but in the end, it didn’t work. When I had ended things, I didn’t think I would be sitting on a tour bus with Maud, but since my sister had hooked up with The Wild Preacher’s Club's lead singer, who also was my best friend, here I was.
I had been on a plane for two days from Hong Kong to spend the holidays with Ruby. She was my only family, and last year I was stuck working overseas. She had made me promise back in July I would be here for Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year this year.
Well, I was here, and Maud was pissed as hell.
Harrison flopped down on the seat next to Ruby and threw his arm over her shoulders.
Still wasn’t used to that shit. My little sister was hooking up with a tool from a rock band. Thank god it was at least a successful rock band.
Ruby worked her ass off to get to where she was, and I would have been pissed as hell if Harrison was just leeching off her. From this tour bus's looks, it seemed Harrison was more than capable of taking care of my baby sister.
It didn’t mean I had to like it, though.
“How come you didn’t tell me you hooked up with my cousin?”
Ruby’s jaw dropped, and Harrison smirked.
“Cause it wasn’t any of your fucking business?” I bit off. I saw the way these assholes joked about everything. I didn’t need Maud or me to be the butt of those jokes.
“I knew it!” Ruby gasped. “She knew Mookie’s name when she came over, and she just brushed it off!”
Mookie lifted his head from the pillow he was resting on and whined.
My loyal Pitbull had now become my sister’s dog because I wasn’t home anymore. Traitor.
She wasn’t home that much anymore either, but she always brought Mookie with her when she was on the road with Harrison.
I pointed from Ruby to Harrison. “Maud and I aren’t a topic of discussion, and I don’t want you running your mouth to Niko, Darius, or Malik.”
“You think this is what he is like in the courtroom?” Ruby whispered.
“More than likely,” Harrison laughed. “Though I doubt anyone at the courthouse or the law firm know about those colorful tattoos underneath that crisp button-down shirt.”
I ran my hand over my arm. “No, because I’m a fucking professional, asshole.” I wasn’t ashamed of any of my ink, but I wanted the jury to focus on my words and not the tattoos on my body when presenting in a trial.
“Join the band, and you don’t have to hide,” Ruby chuckled.
I crossed my leg over the other and leaned back on the couch. “Maybe if I had some talent, but you know I don’t have a musical bone in my body.”
Ruby tapped her nose and laughed. “You couldn’t have hit that more on the nail. My ears still ring when I think about the eighth-grade talent show.”
“Hold up,” Harrison chuckled. “You’re going to have to tell me exactly what you are talking about.”
Ruby peeled off into a fit of laughter and waved her hand at me. “You gotta tell the story. I can’t do it without laughing my ass off.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that fucking funny,” I growled.
“Tell Harrison, and he can be the judge on whether it’s funny or not.” She patted Harrison on the shoulder. “You’re gonna think this is so funny.”
“You’re trying to sway the jury before they even hear the details,” I drawled.
Ruby waved her hand at me. “You promised to leave the lawyer in Hong Kong.”
That was hard to do when my job was my life. It was all I did. “I’m a lawyer, Ruby. I don’t make promises.”
Ruby rolled her eyes. “Tell the story, Jonas, and stop being a stick in the mud.”
I sighed and curled my lip. “I somehow got roped into being in an act for the talent show. I sucked. The end.” No more details were needed.
“Tell the whole story, Jonas,” she whined. “Who were you in the talent show?”
“Can I plead the fifth?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
Fucking hell. “In my defense, I did it for a girl.”
Ruby snickered. “Famous last words.”
“Now, you really need to tell me who or what you did in the talent show,” Harrison smirked. “I did some pretty dumb shit back in the day for the attention of a couple of girls.”
Ruby folded her arms over her chest and leaned away from Har
rison. “Am I going to want to know what you did for who?”
Harrison shook his head. “All in the past, baby. I can’t even remember any of their names.”
“Or you can’t remember their names because there were so many of them,” she giggled.
Harrison leaned toward her, and she planted a hand to the center of his chest. “Only name that matters now is yours.”
She rolled her eyes but let Harrison wrap her in his arms. “You’re full of shit, but whatever,” she grumbled. “You can make it up to me later.” Ruby pointed her finger at me. “Besides, Jonas was about to spill his talent show secret.”
Ruby and Harrison stared expectantly.
Christ’s sake. “Bon Jovi, okay? I was Bon Jovi, and I didn’t sing one word in tune. I sucked, and everyone laughed. The end.” Leave it to Ruby to bring up one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
“Did you get the girl?” Harrison asked.
I shook my head. “Not even close. Come to find out, the rumor I heard of her loving Bon Jovi wasn’t even true. On top of being embarrassed, I sang a lame song from the eighties, only the parents in the crowd knew.”
“Hey,” Ruby scoffed. “Bon Jovi is not lame. Not at all.”
“When you’re an eighth-grader living in the 2000s, yeah, they are.” No one in eighth grade in two thousand three knew a single Bon Jovi song.
Harrison leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Did you have the Jon Bon Jovi hair?” He motioned his hands around his head. “You know, the bigger the hair, closer to god?”
“How the hell do you know that saying?” Ruby laughed.
“All those chick shit shows you make me watch, that’s how,” Harrison grumbled.
“You’re full of it,” Ruby laughed. “I walked in on you watching The Golden Girls last week. I am not the source of you watching chick shows.”
“Shots!” someone hollered from the back of the bus. “Get your asses back here, dipshits.”
“Are we pregaming for the show tonight, Niko?” Harrison called.
A chorus of shouts echoed from the back of the bus.
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