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

have tuna salad already made.” I don’t know what else is in there, or what everybody else ate tonight, but I remember we have the tuna salad I made earlier.
    “That sounds nice,” she says softly.
    “Well, go find something else for us to watch, and I’ll bring some to you.” She nods and closes the door again.
    “Fuck you, Diesel. You fuck me, yet you pamper her. I’m getting off of this fucking bus right now. Consider my legs officially closed to you.” She marches toward the front of the bus, I’m guessing to request that they let her off.
    “Do you and Lourdes have a thing, Diesel?” Lily asks timidly. I know my actions toward Lourdes are confusing. Hell, it doesn’t make sense to me either.
    “I’m just being there for a friend, Lil,” I assure. “We’re just friends.”
    “Okay,” she replies sounding unconvinced. I make some toast, pour orange juice, and plate some tuna salad before bringing our spread to the room. Lourdes has another episode of Elementary on pause.
    “Is this show okay?”
    “Yeah. We can watch anything you want.” I’m fucking up and I know it. There is no doubt we both see this room as the place to indulge in what we’re feeling. In this room we don’t have to think about the reality of our actions. I set the tray down with the spread I created and she smiles from ear to ear. I climb into bed and pull her between my legs.
    “What are we doing, Diesel?” she asks while putting the tray in her lap.
    “Ignoring the world out there,” I say, pointing toward the door.
    “I kind of like that idea,” she says spreading tuna on toast. She passes it to me. I take a bite, but then I feed her the second bite. Yeah, were slipping further and further into dangerous territory. I repeat over and over to myself that I can’t give her all of me. On the other hand, if this is all we can have, I’ll gladly take it. We eat all the food I prepared and vegetate through at least three, hour-long episodes of her show, before she dozes off again. I power off the TV and snuggle in close until I fall asleep with her.

    Tonight we will perform our second show. I’m in the living area writing music. Lourdes is in her bunk working on her account of our journey thus far. We both realized that we couldn’t hide in our bubble forever. We were beginning to cast suspicion on ourselves, not that I give a shit at all.
    Ivy is giving me the cold shoulder and I’m okay with that. I didn’t know how to proceed with that anyway. It just all seemed wrong after the fact. The lyrics flow seamlessly and I can’t get them on paper faster enough. Shit that I’ve previously internalized, comes full circle. I leave every last ounce of my troubling thoughts in the bars of the music. I’m in a zone when my phone goes off. I would ignore it, but it’s Issues’ Blue Wall playing. That’s Sevyn’s ringtone. Our relationship has been strained, for obvious reasons, so we haven’t spoken much since he told me our father was dying. Maybe that is why he’s calling.
    “Yeah,” I say when I answer.
    “Hello, brother,” he says hesitantly. “Do you have a minute?”
    “What’s up?” I just want him to get to the point. “Is our father dead or not?”
    “Not yet. I’m calling because he is going away to London next week. He says it’s just for one last visit while his health will allow, but I’m not buying it. Morgan Investments is located there. I think he may be trying to partner with them before making the announcement about his health to the shareholders and board members in a couple weeks.” That’s not good. If he brings someone else in, that can weaken Sevyn’s controlling votes. We need him to have the majority vote. Another member can side with the shareholders, giving them the overall majority. That would ruin everything.
    “Shit. How do we block that?”
    “I have an idea, but you may not like it. I need to see you.” I can hear the desperation in his voice. I need him to keep it