Coming Home: Dominant Devils Book 2 Read Online Free
Author: H.M. Stewart
I’m just going to run Trevor some lunch, thirty-minute power nap and I’ll head over.” I gave Layla a hug and told her that I would just crash on the couch on their bus when I got back tonight. That way if the buses left before we got up they wouldn’t be stuck with hyper Hunter all day tomorrow by themselves. I left her in line to get her sugar fix, which I knew half of what she orders would be going back to the bus with her, and turned towards the buses to take Trevor his food and have a little conversation about my sons driving skills.
Chapter 2
Madison
I made it into Florida a couple hours ago stopping for gas at one of the travel plazas. While I pumped my gas I let my eyes wonder aimlessly around the surrounding area. I had spent most of the early morning hours cruising down the interstate stopping only a to take a piss. Now that I had an empty bladder it was time to fill up and figure out where to go from here. I really hadn’t planned this out too well but I needed some time away to clear my head. When I left I knew I wouldn’t be gone forever or even a few weeks. I just needed some space. A little vacation so to speak. Now I needed to find out where I planned to take this vacation.
Deep in thought I put the handle back to the pump and waited for my receipt only to get the message “ see cashier ”. Being the trucker’s daughter I learned at an early age you get a receipt for everything. Even though I cussed the damn machine for having to go inside after using the pay at the pump option I made my way to see the cashier. I reached for the door and froze in place. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There plastered on the glass of the entry door was a poster of a concert taking place later tonight in Jacksonville. Break Away was one of my favorite bands. I had all three of their albums and rocked out religiously to the raspy voice of the lead singer Layla. The all-girl band could give any of the hard core metal bands a run for their money. Not only was I in awe of the band performing less than an hour away, I was stunned to see a familiar face in the background of the poster. “FUCKING A! Our girl did it,” I yelled to no one in particular.
There on the poster was our long lost club brat. Avery was finally doing what she loved. I knew she was touring with a band but the little bitch never told me who. I guess she knew if she ever told me I would go total fan girl. Avery, Romy and I were the die-hard metal heads of the group.
I stood up from in front of the door just in time for someone to walk out. If I hadn’t moved when I did I’m sure I would have suffered a decent crack to the head landing me square on my ass. I rushed in to get my receipt and flew back out to the car. I took off down the road in my trusty GTO towards the arena were the band was performing. I saw on the poster that the doors opened at 4 pm and the GPS shows I can be there in fifty-four mins. I was overwhelmed with excitement. This was shaping up to be a great start to my little vacation.
After arriving I found the show was sold out. I searched for anyone in the parking lot selling tickets which proved to be a waste of time. It was too early for scalpers. It was just my damn luck. Maybe I could call Avery and get in anyway. I had texted her on my way but still haven’t heard anything out of her. She was probably just busy so I planned on trying her again. Finally, just as I was about to give up she picked up the phone. “Madison you always were the persistent bitch. Someone better be dead.”
“Well, hello to you too sunshine. Glad to see you’re still the grouchy bitch you always use to be,” I responded with a snicker.
“You called me twenty-eight times woman. I’m thinking maybe you have decided to start stalking me.”
Well I might as well tell her I’m here. “Funny you should say that because I guess I am kind of stalking you at the moment. I need some help.”
“Look can I call you back. I promise I’ll help
Chapter 2
Madison
I made it into Florida a couple hours ago stopping for gas at one of the travel plazas. While I pumped my gas I let my eyes wonder aimlessly around the surrounding area. I had spent most of the early morning hours cruising down the interstate stopping only a to take a piss. Now that I had an empty bladder it was time to fill up and figure out where to go from here. I really hadn’t planned this out too well but I needed some time away to clear my head. When I left I knew I wouldn’t be gone forever or even a few weeks. I just needed some space. A little vacation so to speak. Now I needed to find out where I planned to take this vacation.
Deep in thought I put the handle back to the pump and waited for my receipt only to get the message “ see cashier ”. Being the trucker’s daughter I learned at an early age you get a receipt for everything. Even though I cussed the damn machine for having to go inside after using the pay at the pump option I made my way to see the cashier. I reached for the door and froze in place. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There plastered on the glass of the entry door was a poster of a concert taking place later tonight in Jacksonville. Break Away was one of my favorite bands. I had all three of their albums and rocked out religiously to the raspy voice of the lead singer Layla. The all-girl band could give any of the hard core metal bands a run for their money. Not only was I in awe of the band performing less than an hour away, I was stunned to see a familiar face in the background of the poster. “FUCKING A! Our girl did it,” I yelled to no one in particular.
There on the poster was our long lost club brat. Avery was finally doing what she loved. I knew she was touring with a band but the little bitch never told me who. I guess she knew if she ever told me I would go total fan girl. Avery, Romy and I were the die-hard metal heads of the group.
I stood up from in front of the door just in time for someone to walk out. If I hadn’t moved when I did I’m sure I would have suffered a decent crack to the head landing me square on my ass. I rushed in to get my receipt and flew back out to the car. I took off down the road in my trusty GTO towards the arena were the band was performing. I saw on the poster that the doors opened at 4 pm and the GPS shows I can be there in fifty-four mins. I was overwhelmed with excitement. This was shaping up to be a great start to my little vacation.
After arriving I found the show was sold out. I searched for anyone in the parking lot selling tickets which proved to be a waste of time. It was too early for scalpers. It was just my damn luck. Maybe I could call Avery and get in anyway. I had texted her on my way but still haven’t heard anything out of her. She was probably just busy so I planned on trying her again. Finally, just as I was about to give up she picked up the phone. “Madison you always were the persistent bitch. Someone better be dead.”
“Well, hello to you too sunshine. Glad to see you’re still the grouchy bitch you always use to be,” I responded with a snicker.
“You called me twenty-eight times woman. I’m thinking maybe you have decided to start stalking me.”
Well I might as well tell her I’m here. “Funny you should say that because I guess I am kind of stalking you at the moment. I need some help.”
“Look can I call you back. I promise I’ll help
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