Second Sebring.

I woke up the next day, Jayson was up all night spazzing out about how the cops were in our area. And how bad this deal sounded. I quickly got dressed and shook out my curly hair. I grabbed my boots and walked down stairs. It had snowed over night making it harder to locate this fucking car. All I knew that it was in Pennsylvania. And that it would belong at 1345 Pyke Place. A gated community, I’d either have to jump a fence or follow someone in.
As I googled it I noticed the car’s owner wasn’t a normal rich hot head. Well the hot part was right. I growled. I never had to steal something from a band member especially Austin fucking Carlile.
“Keep an Ear out for Pyke Place and Plate number: D3ad4” I said Jayson nodded and I grabbed up my jacket and walked to the garage. I grabbed the keys to my motorcycle and started it up. After leaving I made my way to the gated to community. I guess it was jumping a fence but my mind was made up as someone pulled up to the key pad, I followed in after them and headed to the back.

Something caught my eyes, and it wasn’t the car. Nope not a car but a guy.... More like Alan Ashby.
“Can You Hear Me Chloe?” My blue-tooth went off.
“Loud and clear little man.” I said as I pulled into an empty parking space. I sighed.
“Hey.” Alan shouted I turned he was walking toward me.
“Nice bike.” He said, I smiled.
“Is that-”
“Thanks. You ride?”
“No Austin does. So are you new to the place?” Alan asked we made small talk for a couple minutes.
“Oh so you play guitar.” He asked I nodded.
“Well thats awesome.”
“Alan! It’s time to go!” A voice shouted, I looked at the house Alan came out of. The car I was supposed to steal was right there. Fuck I thought, Alan Nodded.
“Well I gotta-You know- Bye.” He stubbled I flicked away my cigarette as he walked away. Austin came out of the house with his girlfriend, My heart sank just a little not to much. He looked at me as I fumbled with my keys, John gave me the keys to the house I was parked at. So Austin kept an eye on me.

Austin’s POV:
“Who’s she?” I asked, Alan looked over his shoulder at the red haired beauty in the next house.
“I think she said her name was Rachel.” He said I nodded. She was fucking hot, And Well you know I had Gielle. I sighed.
“Babe We gotta go.” Gielle said I nodded and took out my keys. I plopped into my drivers side and started up the car. I purred like a cat, I loved this car.

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