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Erika Vanzin

Betrayal (Paperback)

Betrayal (Paperback)

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Book 5 in the Roadies Series. Thousands of fans around the world!

***Explicit Content Ahead! This Book is Intended for Mature Readers Only (18+)***

***SPOILER ALERT*** Don't read this book if you haven't read the previous books of the series! The love stories inside the Roadies Series novels are all standalone with HEA, but the books themselves have spoilers about the previous instalments of the series.

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He is my friend, my mentor, my boss. He is the only man I should keep my distance from, but he is the only one that makes me feel alive.

 

Evan is Mr. Perfect. Tailored suits, sculpted body, and excellent instinct for business are his trademarks. He is one of the biggest sharks in the music industry, and everyone fears him. He has only one weakness: his friends. He would do anything for them, even going against his own rules.

 

Emily is the strong and independent woman shadowing Evan in his job. She wants to learn all his secrets and become the manager he is. She is brilliant and has a passion for the music business. She has only one tiny flaw: how she pays off her college debts. Evan can’t know her secret.

 

Evan and Emily are the perfect team for the Jail Records. They have only one rule they must obey to keep things smooth: never bring their relationship to a personal level.

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***SPOILER ALERT*** Don't read this excerpt if you haven't read the previous books of the Roadies Series!

I look at Emily’s face: guilt and worry wrinkle her forehead, tears veil her hazel eyes, and the mere sight makes my blood boil in my veins. I can’t forget what she did. Still too vivid in my mind is the image of the hands of that disgusting man on her perfect body.

I gaze at Aaron, the impeccable brother my father keeps on a leash.

His eyes stare at my hands—my knuckles, scraped and swollen, still hurt. There is concern on his face about what might happen, and he is right to be worried. I am a bomb ready to explode; as of tonight, everything I knew and cared about has slipped away with no chance of returning.

“You’re fired,” my voice resounds in the room like a funeral announcement.

Their wide eyes snap in my direction and their incredulous expressions are a punch to the gut. They don’t expect something like this from me. I’m the one who solves problems in a rational way, not gripped by the fury of the moment. But tonight, I lost a part of myself on that boat. I lost the only foothold that kept me anchored to a semblance of sanity.

“Sorry, what?” Her voice comes out hoarse, as if she’s struggling to tear the words out of her throat.

“I said you’re fired. Effective immediately.” My voice is cold and reflects everything I feel right now: pain, anger, resentment, a sense of betrayal. “As of tomorrow, I don’t want to see you in the office again.”

Emily straightens her back, her nostrils widening with the fury she is holding in. Her passion and determination reappear, driving away the worry of a few moments ago. “You know what? You can’t fire me. I quit. I no longer want to work with a stubborn asshole who has no intention of getting help.” She hisses with anger. “You want to behave like an idiot? Well, go ahead, but don’t call me when you’re overwhelmed by this mess you’re piling on yourself.”

Though her words hurt, they stir up the anger that flows through my veins like a poison. I watch her grab her bag and take long strides out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The silence that follows is almost surreal. There is no going back. This evening, in this room, a line has been drawn that can no longer be erased.

“Are you really sure of what you’re doing?” Aaron’s harsh voice pulls my eyes away from the closed door.

The bruise around his eye is already taking on a purplish hue that will be there for days. I observe his intense gaze, his jaw contracted in a grip that I can’t tell is from anger or disappointment. It’s always like this with him. I’m the little brother who screws up, packs his bags, and runs away to New York over a fight with his father. I will never live up to him, I will never achieve his success, his notoriety, and I will never enjoy my father’s favor. Once again, here he is, in front of me, judging my actions.

“I’m more than certain. Or do you have something to say about that too?”

Aaron nails me on the spot with an icy look. How is it possible that his mere presence can be so intimidating? Even with hands tucked into the pockets of his elegant trousers and his hair unkempt after an intense night, he manages to be intimidating. He studies me for a long time, observing my every little expression.

“No, do what you want. It’s your life. I’ve never told you how to live it. You’re old enough to bear the consequences of your choices.” He approaches the door where Emily just walked out.

With a single sentence, the grip tightening my stomach becomes even tighter. Aaron is like that. He never tells you what to do, but he makes you doubt all your decisions just by the tone of his voice. For a moment, the certainty of what I said to Emily wavers, making me question if I really can manage all the repercussions of my words.

I watch him as he lingers for a moment at the door.

“I’m not your enemy, Evan. I’ve never been. When you accept this, you will understand that you have an ally.” He lets the words slip from his lips without even turning around, without giving me time to answer before watching him disappear, leaving me alone with my anger, my doubts, and the world collapsing in on me.

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