True Body Rock (Rockstar Romance) (The Body Rock Series Book 4) by Nora Flite Page A

now.”
    “Where.” I licked my lips, felt the dry cracks. “Where are they.”
    He never broke eye contact. “Greenmill Motel. We'll take my van.”
    “I said I'm calling the cops!” Brenda shouted, realizing what I was about to do. “Drez, no, stay here. Both of you stay here.”
    Sean was moving, and as he did, I followed. “Call the police if you want,” I said to her. “If you need to, you can even cancel this whole show. I'm not standing here, waiting for someone else to fix this for me.”
    Her eyes were glossy when I looked back. “What are you going to do to him?”
    In my hands, my joints popped from being squeezed.
    I did Brenda the favor of not answering.

Chapter Six.
Lola
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    D rezden's hands slid up my sides, his fingertips taking my resistance away with every inch. “Lift your shirt,” he whispered, lips stroking the patch of skin between neck and shoulder. He was the epitome of living seduction, his heat making me drunk and hazy. “You don't look well,” he purred against me.
    In the mirror, I saw my milky skin. Bruises that I thought had long healed crawled up my arms, cuts dripping with fresh blood. Why is this familiar... but off?
    Holding the back of my head, Drezden bit down on my jaw. The roots of my hair tugged, sending sparks to my cells. I was acutely aware of everything and anything.
    My tattoo itched. In the flickering lights of the bathroom, the dark castle was a forest of living snakes and green eyes. “What's going on?” I asked, but my voice was too quiet.
    No one could hear me.
    Holding me still, Drezden peered into my face. His teeth were fangs, lips searing and melting me where he touched. In my ear, he murmured so gently.
    “Look out.”
    The man I loved shoved me backwards, sent me tumbling down into the tub where I never landed.
    As I looked up, his face morphed. Green eyes—but not my green eyes.
    Johnny Muse.
    And then I felt only pain.
    My eyes were heavy, hesitant to open. The edges of my vision stabbed like serrated knives, cutting into my temples, my brain. What happened? Thinking brought more deep aches, hiding where my memory was.
    Looking down, I realized I was sitting. Gingerly I shifted, discovering a low-lit room that hadn't seen anything clean in forever. Cracked walls, patchy floors, a bed that was piled with wrinkled blankets.
    I didn't know this place at all.
    Panic began to rise, building when it became clear I couldn't move. Wriggling my wrists, I felt them tied behind me. One movement was too much; my right shoulder screamed in sharp distress. My natural reaction was to gasp, something in my mouth stunted the cry.
    “Oh,” a voice said beside me. “You're awake.”
    Wide-eyed, I came alive as if my feet had been put in a fire. Johnny stood next to me, twitching, pacing as he looked on. The scabs across his face blazed, a shiny bruise splashing on the side of his cheek.
    All at once, I remembered the fight in my hotel room.
    Oh god.
    My belly rippled, adrenaline shooting through my limbs. Reluctantly, the blackness lifted from my mind. I'd passed out, had flitted in and out of consciousness. Parts of that returned to me.
    There had been a vague, depressing moment where I'd felt Johnny carry me from the hotel. I'd been half-dragged, my hood pulled low over my face. Someone had asked if I was alright, but I'd been unable to speak. Johnny had answered quickly, something about me drinking too much again, excited for all the bands in town.
    No one had realized, in the bustle of the rain and busy hotel lobby, that I was Lola Cooper.
    That I was being kidnapped in plain sight.
    No one knows what happened to me. The revelation turned my blood cold.
    My captor bent close, smelling entirely too much of whiskey. “You okay in there? Comfortable?” Biting onto the rag in my mouth, I made a muffled sound of anger. Johnny blinked, standing straight. “Look, you were the one that went nuts last night.”
    Last night? How long had I been