Rock Revenge (Rock Revenge Trilogy 1)

“She’s a feisty one. Little bit of a thing, but feisty.” He leaned down until our noses were nearly touching. “What will you do to get it back?”

I didn’t even think about it. My knee came up automatically, thanks to Bent’s training. For a split second, I knew he’d be proud. But then singer guy crumpled into himself, and my camera hit the floor. Son of a bitch. If he broke it, I was going to kill him. I lunged for it, but my slouchy hat slipped free due to the forward momentum and then there was nothing but a pile of silver and lavender hair in my way.

It gave him just enough time to scoop up my camera. “You’re definitely not getting it now.”

The house lights went down and a furious torrent of whispers from the crew was all I could make out as they came out to reset the stage. Chaos reined down on me and the only thing left on the stage was my hat.

But suddenly, there was applause. Lots of it. I caught the prick’s quick grin from the other side of the stage. Then he took off with my camera.

“Fucker.”