On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Jade C. Jamison Read Free Book Online Page B

test later?”
    “Don’t get smart, Ms. Bennett, or I will test your memory.”
    She rolled her eyes and I could tell she wanted to say something else smart assy…but I started to realize that Barbie, just like the other girls, just like me —she too sensed something a little intimidating about Peter.  We might have smarted off to him back in Colorado Springs and gotten away with it, but he made it very clear in subtle ways that we were now at his mercy.  If we wanted to eat, if we wanted to get home, if we wanted to be sheltered and cared for and then, of course, if we wanted the fame and fortune he continually waved under our noses, then we would do as he said.  Yes, we would do what he said, when he said—and that really was his unwritten rule, the one we all subconsciously obeyed, because we feared what would happen if we didn’t.
    The food was delivered then and there was light banter as most of us mulled over in the back of our minds what Peter’s words truly meant.  Liz, though, had pulled up our video and was watching it on her phone.  I’d watch it later by myself, and while I could hardly wait, I was putting up a little act of defiance.  Peter wanted us to watch the video, so I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching me watch it.  No vicarious thrills for him today.
    And Barbie.  What the fuck was that girl thinking?  She and Andrew were sitting close to one another.  They weren’t kissing or holding hands, but I was pretty sure he was fingering her under the table.  She was making little noises but her eyes were looking down on her plate.  What made me all the more sure was that Peter seemed fascinated.
    Oh, gross.  A voyeur.  Why the hell didn’t that surprise me?
    I could barely wait to get away from them all, but Peter was having none of it.  No—he wanted us to all take a ride on the L.  “There’s nothing like the trains in Chicago,” he said, but I was unimpressed.  Give me Denver’s light rail any day of the week.  As much as I’d fallen in love with Chicago earlier that day, the L almost changed my mind.
    But we got out and walked around the city for a while.  I wanted to ditch them all and explore on my own, but after Peter’s lecture earlier that day, I could see him stranding me in Chicago with nowhere to go.  No.  I had to stick with my group, stay with my girls.  We were united and I needed to stay that way.
    We needed to stick together, because Peter was a formidable fucking enemy—and I was beginning to have no doubt that he truly was an adversary of the most monumental kind.  Unfortunately, I had no idea how much.
    * * *
    Later that night in the privacy of my room (that I shared with Liz and Kelly this time), I pulled up the video.  Liz was off somewhere and Kelly was in the shower, so I could watch without anyone knowing.
    I don’t know why I’d expected something shitty, but it was amazing.  It was professional and well-crafted.  We looked like a real band.  What got me more excited than the video itself was the number of views on YouTube—already over one-hundred thousand.  That was crazy!  And, sure, we had some thumbs down, but who cared?  People were watching our video—and most of them were liking it!  I texted CJ with a copy of the link.  See this yet?
    He texted me back a few minutes later.  Only twenty times.   Was he serious?  That idea made a shiver run down my spine.  The idea that he might be as obsessed with me as I was with him made me feel unbelievably hot.
    But I wasn’t going to tell him that.  Liar.
    A minute later:  I’d love to prove you wrong, but I’m onstage in three minutes.  You look sexy in ripped jeans, BTW.
    That shit.  He had watched it at least once if he knew what I’d been wearing.  Needless to say, I had a hell of a time drifting off to sleep that night.  Damn that man.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    IT WASN’T LONG before we’d all adjusted to life on the road.  We learned a