walked back into the high-tech building and put on their game faces. They had work to complete and a deadline to keep for their new album.
Kaz knew one piece of the puzzle for certain: if they wanted to continue their success, they had to continue to produce albums. At the end of the day, despite their personal problems, their world came down to a single entity: rock n’ roll.
KAZ DIDN’T ARRIVE home until well after seven in the evening. He found Syd out by the pool reading on her Kindle. She closed it as he walked over and embraced her before he stood and strolled to the outside bar. He poured a glass of Jack Daniels into a tumbler and drank the booze with a studied look of contemplation.
Syd sat up, her blonde hair in a chignon as her steel-blue eyes glared at his back; he could feel the heat from her stare. “So, how was your day?”
“Stressful and way too much drama to put up with for being a rock star if you really want to know.” He re-filled his tumbler before he walked over to her and sat at the foot of her comfortable lounge chair. “How’s Tal?”
“Distraught, hanging on by a thread, and trying to keep her focus on work because it’s the only activity that brings her solace and peace. Why do you ask?”
He pointed toward her Kindle. “What are you reading?”
“An epic novel about bikers and how fucked up their world is. After she told me about Jaden and then her cousin, who’s also in a biker gang—the Demon’s Bastards to be precise—I got interested and started buying these biker books. Some are quite good and this author just nails the lifestyle.”
She was silent for a few stolen moments. “It’s got to be harder on Trista than anyone else. She doesn’t want to cause any undue stress or pain on her cousin and she’s stronger than her eighteen years suggest. I’ve met her and she is quiet yet extremely perceptive and with all that beauty and fresh-faced girlishness, I can guarantee she is going to end up some rocker’s wife.”
Kaz nodded. “I’ve seen her and Linx hanging around with one another a couple times but to be honest, it looked like just good fun. She wasn’t all over him and they spoke to one another more than anything.”
“Yeah, I noticed how they were all up in each other’s faces the night of that get-together at Talia’s…” Syd trailed off as Kaz’s phone began to ring.
“I have to take this,” he said before he walked away and answered the call. “What’s up?”
“This is Paul, your financial advisor, remember me?”
Kaz laughed on the other end. “Kind of hard to forget you when you have major pull in our business dealings. What’s going on?”
“Well, a proposition has come up but I would rather discuss it with the whole band. My house, this weekend? You’re free to bring anyone you want.”
“I’d rather just blend in with the crowd half the time, and not be famous at all.” Kaz sighed and knew he sounded like a fucking emo-rocker but he didn’t care. “I’m dying to know what the proposition is so I’m there. Let me talk to the other bandmates and I’ll get back to you but the answer is yes, of course. We’ll be there.”
“Good to know.” Paul was silent on his end for a second before he inquired, “How’s Syd? I know you two have been through this before and…I hope the pregnancy isn’t too hard on her.”
“She’s good. A few bouts with morning sickness but she doesn’t have the stress of the tour and I certainly think that played a part in what happened. The Gods of Rock Tour was worth every cent because it’s secured us all for the rest of our lives but…I don’t think touring and I will be friends for a while. Between the different hotels and Seth’s overdose…Faith being sent home to dry out, it was all too much.”
“Well, that is one of the reasons why I am very excited to talk to you and the band about this opportunity. We
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