Ignite (The Disciples Book 4)

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by Cassandra Robbins


  “That could have been you, brother.” Blade takes a swig and I laugh.

  “Nah, that would never have been me.” Ammo loves it, he eats it up. You can tell the crowd worship is what makes him high.

  Cash walks out but sees Antoinette and Eve, then stops and comes back to talk to them.

  “What the fuck?” Blade snarls, and I hold him back.

  “Relax, man.” Whatever the girls say to Cash makes his eyes shift over to us. I flip him off and he smiles then runs out on stage.

  “Granger. Granger. Granger,” is all I can hear from the audience.

  “Axel fucking Fontaine.” I turn to stare at my childhood best friend. We used to be called the RockGod Twins because we both had an uncanny resemblance. Aside from our clothes, we look different now. We’ve both grown up. He’s a rock star and I’m a biker. It shows.

  “Rhys.” Our eyes lock and we both let time travel back. I have a lot of memories with him, but that’s all they are: memories. I smile and nod and he does the same.

  “Go have a great show, brother.”

  With a nod, he points. “Be ready, man.” And he walks out like the RockGod king he’s labeled. His eyes find Antoinette as he passes and I nearly strangle him when he leisurely peruses her. Turning, he walks into the raging insanity. People are crying, screaming, dancing.

  I walk over to her and snarl in her ear, “No backstage for you.”

  She tilts her head back, laughing, and if I live to be a hundred I’ll never forget how she looks and smells and her pure joy at this moment.

  “How you all doing, Los Fucking Angeles? It’s good to be home,” Granger yells as the crowd goes wild throwing roses onstage.

  He holds up his hands. “How many of you motherfuckers remember any of my old shit? See, I started out in a band called the Dicks.”

  He looks over at me and I pull Antoinette tight because I know where this is going. Her breathing quickens, her nails dig into my arm, and she squeals and screams as loud as any groupie.

  “That’s right, we called ourselves that because we were Dicks.” There’s so much noise from the screaming I can barely listen.

  “So, the thing is, my brother from another mother is here tonight. And I think he needs to get his ass out on the stage.”

  “Oh my God,” Eve screams and Blade laughs as I flip Rhys off.

  Granger turns to Nuke. “He just flipped me off, Nuke. Axel’s here, man.” He points at me and nods at the roar of the crowd.

  Nuke does a small solo and again my ears are vibrating with the massive sounds.

  “You need ear plugs. This is fucked,” I yell.

  “Get your ass out here, Axel,” Granger screams and suddenly all I hear is Axel. Axel. Axel… being chanted.

  “Holy fuck. Axel’s famous.” Eve has her phone out, recording. “Go,” she screams.

  “Axel, you have to go.” Antoinette looks up at me, her eyes sparkling.

  I wink at her then walk out onto the stage. It explodes. The crowd goes crazy and I laugh because I can’t help but let myself soak it up. Rhys throws his arm around me for a bro hug and I hold up my hand and look out into the sea of faces.

  Granger continues. “About two years ago, I was sitting in a hotel room, I don’t even know where. And I get a text saying, ‘I don’t want credit but only you can do this song justice.’”

  The crowd roars again. “That song was ‘Untouched,’ my friends.” He points at me. “This fucker wrote it.”

  I look over at Antoinette because all of this is nothing without her. As the crowd starts to scream and chant, “Untouched,” I walk over to her.

  She looks at me as I hold out my hand. “Come on, baby.”

  She can’t possibly hear me, but she doesn’t have to. Eve is pushing her toward me. She slaps her hand away and takes mine as I drag her onstage. Catcalls and screaming wrap around us, and I take the microphone from Rhys.

  Holding up my hand, I let the crowd worship us as I say, “I wrote that song as I watched this woman sleep. I didn’t even know what I was feeling at the time. All I knew was this song needed to come out. I didn’t believe in love.”

  The crowd boos and screams. I laugh as that old adrenaline of having the audience in the palm of your hands snakes its way through my blood.

  “I didn’t. But the words in my head did. I put on paper everything I should have said to her. So, for all you assholes out there who don’t believe in love…”

  She covers her mouth as she looks out at all the people clapping and turns back to me.

  I get down on one knee and audible gasps come from the crowd. Granger has a phone out recording me. Even Ammo is cheering as he strums a dramatic note. But all I see is her, dancing at the club, laughing, crying. All of these moments are in my heart. I’ve kept them all and I rub my chest as I say the words I never dreamed would come out of my mouth.

  “Antoinette, you are my everything. Will you marry me?”

  She bites her bottom lip and nods. “Yes, yes! I love you so much.”

  The crowd goes wild and Ammo and Cash start playing “Here Comes the Bride” as she launches herself at me and the microphone drops. I catch her and hold her face.

  “I love you. You truly are my everything.”

  Leaning down, I take what’s mine, what has always been mine. Her legs wrap around my waist as I deepen the kiss until the catcalling and fuck her start to filter in.

  The keyboard starts playing “Untouched,” and the crowd sings the first verse. I pull back and smile.

  “They’re playing our song.” My thumbs wipe away her tears. This was not my plan, but fuck it. I wink at her as she runs to Blade and Eve. Ammo walks over and hands me his guitar. I grab his hand again. As I put the strap over my head, it’s clear the crowd loves it.

  Nuke stands up and yells, “RockGod Twins. RockGod Twins…”

  They eat it up, chanting and screaming. It’s fucking mayhem, but I smile, looking over at her.

  “This is for you, baby.” My fingers start to play, and I close my eyes, letting the world be mine.

  When I open them, everything is silent as I look at her and sing.

  “I’m undone by her eyes, her lips, and her smell.

  She’s mine.

  Untouched.

  Touched by me.”

  THE END

  Want more from my Disciples family? Go back to where it all began with Blade and Eve in Lethal.

  Then coming in 2021 I have a brand new series!!

  It’s still a secret, so add it to your TBR to stay up to date…

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  Lethal

  Atone

  Repent

  The Entitled Duet

  The Entitled

  The Enlightened

  LETHAL

  Blade McCormick is not a nice guy.He’s pure adrenaline and smells like smoke and leather—the kind of guy you look at and know he’s going to be a combination of nasty and irresistible. The moment I allowed myself to touch his hot skin and kiss his full lips, I. Was. Done.

  Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.

  It takes a lot of work to become the club’s Queen, but I’ll stop at nothing to have the King!

  ATONE

  I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do… nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams.

  No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist!

  I. Make. No. Excuses.

  Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to
see to it.

  REPENT

  There are two sides to every story.

  I fell in love with a redheaded boy, a boy who was kind and good.

  Until he wasn’t.

  He broke my heart once, twice… I’ve lost count. Like a dark god, he haunts me. He smells like smoke and cinnamon, with danger seeping from every pore. He is my savior, my lover, exciting and addictive.

  I should’ve seen it coming…

  Never trust a Disciple. You have to sell your soul to the devil to get one to love you. I would.

  I did.

  My name is Dolores Dunghart and I might have done the unforgivable.

  I don’t care if you judge me… I’ve judged myself.

  But this is how we live.

  And this is our love story.

  Edge and Dolly forever.

  Want to meet David’s billionaire best friend? Venture into my angsty world of The Entitled.

  THE ENTITLED

  People say you can’t find your soul mate at eight years old. I did.I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself.We were young… beautiful… entitled.Money and private schools, our families’ lavish parties and posh New York City apartments—it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe.

  But I have a secret. It’s big and to some, unforgivable. And it’s why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroyed us. Either way, I’m worse than broke—I’m broken.

  Once upon a time, we were happy… Yet privilege has an ugly underside and in the blink of an eye, my world crashed down around me.

  I don’t feel entitled anymore.The Entitled is first in the Entitled duet. Reed and Tess’s story concludes in The Enlightened.

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  First and always, to my husband and my two beautiful children. Their patience when I’m trying to figure out how to do this self-publishing journey is amazing. I love you guys more than you can imagine.

  My brother Chris, Dahlia, my baby brother Duke, and cousin Jake: I’m so lucky to have you. My dad and Susie, my Minnesota family: thank you for all your support.

  To my editor Nikki Busch: You are the best at what you do. You truly make all my stories incredible. Not only are you a wonderful friend, I would be lost without you.

  Michelle Clay and Annette Brignac: What can I say besides you two complete me! I’m beyond honored to be part of our Tribe but also to call you both my best friends. When I ask for 100 percent, you give me 150 percent and I love you both so much.

  To Candi Kane PR, my master at calm: You rock! To my incredibly talented cover designer Michele Catalano Creative: You amaze me at how you understand my vision and bring it to life. Thank you. Elaine York: you’re a master at making the inside of my books look so incredibly beautiful. Betty at Tease Diaries – Ms Betty’s Design Studio and Cat Imb at TRC Designs: you know my vision and make the most beautiful teasers. I adore you both. Thank you to Amy Halter at Bookshelf Productions for my fantastic video.

  I have without a doubt the best betas: Michelle, Annette, and Rea, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  Auden Dar: What’s left to say except… #soulsister.

  A special thank you to Rea. You have become a dear friend, my sounding board, my sender of funny memes. Thank you for all your help. Enjoy your Book Husband.

  To my Tribe: Without you I could not do this. You’re all so special to me. Monica, my wonderful friend who helps me stay sane and, let’s not forget, my model finder. To Megan, Kelly, Frances, Teresa, Melinda, Cameel, Heather, Cat, Cindy, Erin, Gladys, Rebecca, Stephanie, Tammy, Jennifer, Robyn, Myen, Chayo, Stracey, Violet, Nichole, Mandy, Tiffany, Laura, Clayr, and Sophie: Your friendship and support mean the world to me. Love you all so much.

  To my reader group, Robbins Entitled: I adore all of you and am honored to be able to get to know you all. It makes my day to get up and talk to you.

  Huge thank you to all the amazing bloggers & IG bookstagrammers who supported this release. I’m beyond grateful for your sharing Axel and Antoinette with everyone.

  Lastly, and most importantly, I thank you, my readers. You’re what matters most.

  XXXX

  Cassandra Robbins is a USA Today, Amazon Top 100, KDP All-Star, and international bestselling author. She threatened to write a romance novel for years and finally let the voices take over with her debut novel, The Entitled. She’s a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic driven to create obsessive, angst-filled characters who have to fight for their happily ever after. Cassandra resides in Los Angeles with her hot husband, two beautiful children, and a fluffy Samoyed, Stanley. Her family and friends are her lifeline, but writing is her passion.

 

 

 


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