Creed of Redemption (S.I.N. Rock Star Trilogy #2) by S.R. Watson, Shawn Dawson Read Free Book Online Page A

am,” I answer. My University of Alabama hoodie and jeans is what I’m sticking with. I have nobody to be cute for. My give a fuck is broken.
    “Oh, okay,” she says unwilling to push. “Well, the guys are waiting for us outside in the black Yukon. Desiree sent someone to pick us up.” I nod and we leave without another word. I’m in a funky mood this morning and I can’t shake it. We get into the SUV and the guys are trying to strategize what their album cover should look like. I don’t look any of them in the eye. I head straight back to the third row. I pull my earphones from my pocket and plug it into my phone. I need to drown out my thoughts. Rihanna’s Needed Me is the first song to shuffle through. I close my eyes and attempt to get lost in the lyrics. I haven’t been in a funk like this since my initial break up with Diesel. I hate feeling vulnerable—like I’m waiting for the remaining pieces of my heart to disintegrate. I hate giving anyone the power to completely destroy me.
    The ride to the photographer’s studio is a short one. Lily nudges me to let me know that we’ve arrived. I didn’t even know she came to sit back here with me. I just assumed she would stay closer to the front with Xander.
    “Are you feeling okay?” she whispers.
    “Yeah. Just have some stuff on my mind is all. Nothing that’s a concern,” I say, plastering a fake smile on my face.
    “Okay. You can always talk to me if you ever need to.” She squeezes my hand before pulling me out with her. Now that the men are out of the car, I get a good look at them. They’re all wearing black t-shirts with jeans. The look is so casual, yet so sexy. My eyes fall on Diesel and I have to look away. His shirt hugs him and I can make out his defined abs. Why does he have to be so damn hot? I give my attention to a pebble on the ground like it is the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen. I kick it around while I wait for them to head toward the studio. Another car pulls up. It’s Desiree. She gets out wearing a red pant suit with matching heels. I guess I’m the only underdressed one but whatever. I’m not cold and I’m comfortable.
    “Morning, boys. Lily. Lourdes,” she half ass greets. “This way.” She catches up to Diesel and the two of them talk on the way into the studio, but I can’t hear what’s being said. Whatever it is, Diesel doesn’t seem to be too happy about it. I can see the wrinkle in his forehead from here. Why is he frowning?
    The photographer, Antonio I think his name is, greets us once we’re inside and then shows Lily and I where we can sit so that we’re out of the way.
    We still have prime seating though. Antonio’s back is to us, but we can see the guys clearly as they take direction from him. They get into a grove instantly and all you hear is the camera.
    “Okay. Diesel I need a few shots with just you.” That wrinkle in his forehead is back. This must have been what he and Desiree were talking about.
    “I don’t see why that’s necessary,” he complains.
    “I explained that you guys are going to be featured in Rock Solid magazine as new and upcoming artists. The band as a whole will be featured as well, but they want some solo shots of you. Don’t bust my balls here, Diesel,” Desiree pleads. “I had to pull some strings for this.”
    “It’s okay, man,” Xander assures. “You’re our front man. They just want some shots of all your sexiness. We’re not tripping. You got this, stud,” he jokes, lightening the mood. The guys make smooching noises like they’re blowing him a kiss to which he shoots them the middle finger.
    “Okay, let’s do this,” he says to Antonio.
    “That’s what I’m talking about,” Antonio says getting hyped. He throws him some shades. “I have an idea. Put those on and then lose the shirt and shoes.”
    “Just trust him, Diesel. He’s the best at what he does,” Desiree warns. Antonio pulls back the sliding glass door that leads to a patio