BangShift:Skid Row Kings Series, Book #3

By: Winter Travers


It’s not the speed you go, rather the fact you went.

This is for everyone who went, and didn’t look back.


My boys. With each book, the more I realize how much I love you both. Thanks for putting up with my crazy ways.

My family. Looooove you all!

Lizette. #RideOrDie We can’t stop, we won’t stop. (Yes, I just quoted Miley Cyrus. LMAO)

Nikki, Natalie, Kendra, and Alicia. Thanks for being my cheering squad. Much love! #BodaciousBetas


Skid Row Kings

Book 3

Chapter 1


“Ma'am, I’m going to have to ask you again to put your phone away. We’re about to take off.” Flight attendant Barbie glared at me as she motioned for me to turn it off. I could tell her patience was all but non-existent, but I didn’t give a fuck right now.

“I just need to try one more time to—” I gasped as the ballsy flight attendant grabbed my phone from me and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I know you might not care about the safety of everyone on this plane, but I do. If you continue to use your phone, I’m going to have to notify the air marshal.”

“Well, seeing as you just snatched my phone from me, it appears that won’t be a problem anymore,” I snapped. I was at my wit's end trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I couldn’t get a hold of Luke or Mitch and Violet and Scarlett both had their phones turned off. “Can I please have my phone back? I promise not to crash the plane by sending a text message.”

She thrust my phone back at me and flounced down the aisle back to the area where they served their little drinks from. I quickly hit send on my last message to Luke then powered down my phone.

It was six A.M., and I was on a plane about to take off for California to help the man who had saved my life not so many months ago, but who now hated me. To say my life was complicated was a bit of an understatement.

“First time to California?” the guy seated next to me asked. His dark blue pinstripe suit was rumpled, and he looked like he had been awake for six hours.

“Um, yeah. That obvious?” It was my first time flying, but I didn’t want to admit that. There weren’t too many people who had reached the age of twenty-six and hadn’t flown before.

“Nah, I just like to make conversation. Helps the flight go by faster.” He pulled his laptop out of his slim briefcase and set it on his lap. “Visiting family?”

Jesus Christ, wouldn’t you know the last ticket to California was seated next to Motormouth Marty. “Um, yeah.” I could technically say Kurt was family, although I’m sure he would argue ‘til he was blue in the face that just because we were married didn’t make us family. But that didn’t apply to the state of Illinois, though.

“Man, I wish I could remember what it’s like to travel for fun. Nowadays, I’m on a plane as much as I’m on the ground.”

“Yeah, that must be rough.” I wished like hell I could bury my nose in my phone and not have to talk to this guy. I had a three-hour flight ahead of me that I was already dreading. Add in this tool, and I would be amazed if I were sane by the time I landed.

“I can still remember the first time I went to California. I was amazed how green everything was, but when I got in the big city, I couldn’t believe how much concrete there was everywhere. Although, you’ll have that no matter what big city you go to.”

Suit kept droning on and on, not waiting for me to answer or reply. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the headrest, willing myself to fall into a coma for at least three hours.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. I’d like to welcome you aboard flight 5462. Non-stop to Burbank California. At this time, we will be putting on the seat belt light, and we ask you not to move about the cabin until we are at cruising altitude. Sit back and relax. We should be in sunny California in three hours.”

I leaned over, rummaged through my purse, and pulled out my headphones I had thankfully remembered to grab.

As I popped them onto my ears, a flight attendant stood at the front of the plane demonstrating the seat belts and what to do if we crashed. My stomach was in knots, worried about Kurt but also because this was my first time flying and I had no idea what to expect. I was anxious on top of concerned. A winning combination for a first-time flyer.