Convict: A Bad Boy Romance by Roxie Noir Read Free Book Online

preferred my music with a harder edge, but I do have a soft spot for this kind of stuff. Hard not to if you grow up here.
    “They’re getting better,” Raine says as the song ends, and I nod in agreement.
    “Thank you!” the singer shouts. The band puts down their instruments and walks off stage, and the house music comes up again.
    “That sounded pretty good,” I say. “Do you wanna hang around for the next band?”
    “Yeah, but I can get a ride from Skye or one of the guys,” Raine says, jerking his thumb toward the side of the stage where the band disappeared. “Is it past your bedtime already?”
    I glance at my phone. It’s past ten, and even though I know Raine is just being a dick, it’s been a long week, I’m tired, and I want to get up and go surfing tomorrow.
    “I might head out,” I say.
    “Cool,” he says.
    The band comes out of a side door, so Raine and I make our way over to them. Skye’s already got a beer in his hand, and I give him a hug and tell him it was a great show. He and Raine high five, and we all chat for a moment.
    My eyes wander back to the bar. It’s cleared out a little, and after a moment, I can see Stone sitting on the opposite side.
    Talking to some pretty blond. As I watch, she laughs and plays with her hair, and I feel a pit open up in my stomach.
    I bet she’s had her colors done and can apply eyeliner without stabbing herself in the eyeball , I think. Shit, I bet her underwear matches her bra and everything .
    I try not to feel disappointed.
    He told you he comes out here to pick up girls , I remind myself. You already knew that. Besides, fucking look at him. Of course he’s always knee-deep in pussy.
    Good God I’m around cops too much. Knee-deep? Seriously?
    Across the room, Stone sits up straighter, takes another sip of his drink, then smiles. One dimple.
    Why is he so HOT though? I think.
    Then I look back at my brothers.
    “Right on,” Skye says to Raine, nodding. Then he looks at me. “Raine says you’re heading out early?”
    “Yeah, I’ve had a long week,” I say.
    “Thanks for coming to the show and hanging out with us dirty hippies,” Skye says, smiling.
    “You’re not that dirty,” I tease.
    I hug them both, and I’m just walking away when I remember.
    “Raine,” I say. “I need my keys.”
    He looks at me blankly.
    “From when you left your phone in my car earlier and had to go back out and get it?”
    He blinks. Then looks away. Then makes a face and starts going through his pockets, one by one.
    Instantly, I know where my keys are, but I let him look for a moment first.
    “Did you lock them in my car again?” I ask. I cross my arms and glare, because this isn’t the first time this has happened.
    He just keeps searching without saying anything.
    “For fuck’s sake,” I say, and start walking for the door. Raine scurries after me. “Tell me they’re locked in the car and not in the street where anyone could have picked them up , ” I say, over my shoulder.
    “They’re in the car?” he says.
    We walk past the bar, and as irritated as I am, I still sneak a glance at Stone and the blond girl. She’s still playing with her hair, and now I’m even more annoyed.
    At the last second, Stone suddenly looks over at me. I look away, because I feel like I got caught staring.
    “Would it kill you to keep track of something for five minutes?” I ask Raine.
    “Sorry,” he mutters.
    “Just once ?” I say.
    “ Sorry ,” he mutters again, and we walk out to my car, parked across the street.

5
    Stone
    “ W ell , the fact is, they’ve never found any archaeological evidence of the workers who built the pyramids,” the blond goes on. “Add that to the fact that they’re clearly too advanced for the humans of the age...”
    With every word she says, trying to convince me that aliens built the pyramids, I’m less interested in fucking her. Not that I was particularly interested in the first place, but I need to do something .
    She