Gasoline: Gasoline Book 1

By Bella Jeanisse

A Rockstar Romance set in the World of Triple Threat.

As the lead guitarist of the legendary band Gasoline, Dominic Spinelli is no stranger to fame. However, he has a past that keeps him from taking advantage of the perks. Then along comes Noelle Young of Winter Winds.

Noelle Young is terrified to get into a relationship again. However, the sweet and caring Dominic was able to break through. Letting him go had been the hardest thing she had ever done.

An unexpected meeting forces Dominic and Noelle to reevaluate their non-relationship. The result does not sit well with either of them. Can they find their way to each other, or will they let the past rule their lives forever?

This book has some spoilers for the Wicked End series and the Triple Threat series.

Warning: For those 18 and over only. Sex, drugs and rock n’ roll, what more could you want?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Jeanisse
• Release date: Sep 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370287277

Bella Jeanisse

Server tech by day, author by night, mom and grandma all the time. I'm always striving for something more.

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BELLA’S BOOKS

Triple Threat:

Reckless

Tragic Soul

Triple Threat

Triple Time

Rubbed Raw

Raw Reunion

Chasing Chad

Dual Desires

Desires Delivered

Wicked End:

Wicked End

Passionate Needs

Sinful Needs

Fulfilling Needs

Gasoline:

Gasoline

Persistent Urges

Evolving Urges

Forever Urges

Final Urges

In the works:

Silverblade

Brass Monkey

Mark of the Devil

Hands of Fate

Winter Winds

Wounded Hearts

Velocity:

Rockin’ Rhythm – Ash’s Book

Shredding Dreams – Ian’s Book

In the works:

Silver Strings – Bryce’s Book

Driving Reigns – Leo’s Book

PREFACE

Gasoline is an older group, somewhat grown up yet still a bit on the wild side. You’ve seen the band members in other books. However, they needed a series of their own since they have touched so many lives. There are names you know and new ones as well. Triple Threat is part of the cast, and a few from Wicked End make an appearance. Silverblade makes their debut as well.

Dominic Spinelli is not like my other characters. He is the voice of reason at times, and someone others look up to. Telling his story was complicated, but in a way freeing. You’ll see why he doesn’t hit on Crystal and seems quiet or shy. I hope you enjoy his story and appreciate the tastes of Tommy’s life as well.

This series took longer to republish because I had big plans for it. The boys of Gasoline are special to me, so I wanted you to see deeper into their lives. Like my other books, these are shorter, with added content and an epilogue. Each added scene and chapter was carefully woven into the original story.

DEDICATION

As always, inspiration comes from all over for me. While writing the original version, I went to a few concerts. Each sparked ideas and stimulated more than just my mind. The bands that really did it for me this time though were: Evanescence, Disturbed, Papa Roach, Avenged Sevenfold (BTW they kicked ass in Orlando!!), Pop Evil, Heaven’s Basement, Nonpoint, Killed the Fixtion, Adelitas Way, Halestorm, Sick Puppies, Pantera, Led Zeppelin, Unearth, Unparalleled Height, Five Finger Death Punch, Hellyeah, Mudvayne.

I can’t forget my amazing and wonderful beta readers. Thanks for being there for me, and for your honest critiques! Without you, I’d be just a writer ;) Geri, Patricia, Donna, Liz, Fabby, Margo, Traci, Christine, Melissa, Stephanie… so sorry if I forgot anyone!!

Of course my new crew helped me with the re-edited version: Kathy, Patricia, Donna, Anita, Traci, Christa, Stephanie, Jena, Sonia, Lisa, the Donna and Stephanie duo, LaDonna, Coralee, Paula and Michelle. You all helped in different ways to get this revised series off the ground. I can’t thank you enough for your love, support and encouragement!

Dominic being an ex-paramedic with a caregiver’s mind made me think of how much people in that line of work mean to us. Having lived in New York City on September 11, 2001, I learned to appreciate the sacrifices of first responders and our military even more. I am forever grateful to all who served in any way.

MEET THE BANDS

GASOLINE:

Dominic Spinelli - Lead Guitar

Dean Johnson - Vocals/Rhythm Guitar

Jon Harris - Drums

Tommy Fischer - Bass

TRIPLE THREAT:

Chad McLoughlin - Lead Guitar

Chris Bradley - Vocals

Giovanni Saracino - Drums

Crystal Atkinson - Bass

WICKED END:

Brandon Knight - Lead Guitar

Jake Thompson - Vocals

Chico Rivera - Drums

Scott Mason - Bass

Austin Reese - Rhythm Guitar

WINTER WINDS:

Noelle Young - Lead Vocals

Emilio Martinez - Drums

Jack Barrett - Lead Guitar

Trevor Smith - Rhythm Guitar

Mitchell O'Reily - Vocals/Bass/Piano

SILVERBLADE:

Shane Martin - Lead Vocals/Rhythm Guitar

Kyle Savage - Drums

Carter Keys - Lead Guitar

RAINING BLACK:

Hades/Dean - Vocals/Rhythm Guitar

Raven - Lead Guitar

Ash - Bass

Bones - Drums

MARK OF THE DEVIL:

Anthony Demarco - Lead Guitar

Yuri Petrov - Bass

Randy Houston - Vocals

Max Klein - Drums

CHAPTER ONE

Dominic Spinelli, Gasoline’s lead guitarist, glanced up at their drummer, Jon Harris. They stood in the hallway of the tour bus. Something’s up with Dean. He’s more antsy than usual.

Really? Jon’s eyes moved to the front of the bus. Think he’s using?

Unsure, Dominic shrugged. I haven’t seen the usual signs, but something’s not right.

Maybe he’s bored? Jon caught a glimpse of Dean staring at the lone female on the bus that night. Or he’s stressed?

Dominic hoped that was all it was. Keep an eye on him. I don’t trust him.

At the front of the bus, Dean Johnson, Gasoline’s vocalist and rhythm guitarist, leered at the hot young female bassist who was bent over nearby. Gimme another beer.

Crystal Atkinson of Triple Treat rolled her eyes. She had grown tired of Dean’s demands minutes into the trip to Michigan. No.

Come on, ba—by. Dean leaned over the kitchenette table toward her. His deep brown hair fell in front of his eyes. Most women found that sexy. Unless you plan to give me a blowjob.

She scowled. Don’t call me that!

Unperturbed, he licked his lips as he scanned her young body. With her small frame and large breasts, he couldn’t resist. She, however, turned him down every time. It bothered him.

If they had not been cramped on the crew’s bus with an insane amount of people, he would simply force her to accept his affections.

Crystal shivered. The look in Dean’s dark eyes frightened her more times than not. With a false air of confidence, she shook her head as she handed him a sixth brew. You had enough. Her eyebrows went up when she saw his black fingernails. That’s new.

As he approached the front, Dominic shook his head. She’s not your slave, asshole. You’re not 17, you’re 37. Act like it. He was tired of Dean expecting Crystal to do everything for him. Giovanni… Jon… Dean’s using Crystal as his gofer again.

She won’t let me fuck her, Dean announced. The least she could do is show me a little pussy and bring me my drinks. Come sit on my lap and- A big hand hit him on the back of the head, and he choked. Hey!

Jon growled at him, What did I tell you? For the last time, hands off!

I didn’t touch her, Dean protested. His eyes opened wide when the much larger man raised his hand again. He knew Jon had a temper if he was pushed too far.

Did he? Jon looked to Crystal, and she shook her head. Then stop asking her to do shit. He grabbed a soda and returned to the back where he and a few others were watching a Sylvester Stallone movie.

Dominic laughed. He loved when Dean was put in his place. The fifteen-hour ride was not even half over, and Dean had barked orders for half of it. Just keep drinking. If he drinks himself into a stupor, at least he’ll shut up.

Crystal sat beside Dominic. She felt achy and tired. The symptoms made her nervous, since she had yet to begin her monthly cycle. Although, it had been a long day and she had stood in boots for most of it. Do you guys have aspirin or anything?

You can’t take that! Chad McLoughlin shouted as he walked into the main cabin. He was Triple Threat’s lead guitarist. His blue eyes opened wide when he realized everyone had heard him. I heard it can cause stomach problems.

He knew there was still the possibility she was carrying his child. That was something they wanted no one else to know.

As she glared up at Chad, Crystal replied, Whatever! I need something for my back.

Dominic noticed the staring contest but decided he should ask in private what was going on between them. Giovanni, can you grab my bag back there?

Yeah, Giovanni Saracino, Triple Threat’s drummer and Crystal’s boyfriend, yelled back from the edge of the front room. Soon he came down the hall with the red bag in tow. What happened?

Dominic searched through the pockets of his medical bag. He had carried it around since he had first become a paramedic many years ago. Crystal has a backache. Maybe one of the guys’ll let you sleep in a bunk instead.

They had to bring sleeping bags and airbeds with them because their main bus had broken down unexpectedly.

It was close to midnight, so some were half-asleep. Giovanni and Crystal were set to sleep on a small airbed in the back room.

Dominic was almost sure that if she did, she would wake up in pain. He pulled out a bottle of acetaminophen. I think this is all I got. Most of the guys use alcohol. You’re off your meds. Have a beer.

Chad pursed his lips and kept his eyes on her. He wanted to say something very badly, but he didn’t want to reveal their secret. Giovanni would beat him to within an inch of his life if he knew Chad had fucked her again.

I don’t like Heineken. Crystal took the pills and a swig of water. Thanks.

Chad sighed with relief. Why don’t you go lay down? Are any of the bunks free for a few hours?

Tommy Fischer, Gasoline’s bassist and their youngest member, grinned madly while he laid in his bed a few feet away. Sex was why he always chose a top bunk; more head room. He hoped he got some before they arrived in Michigan.

Since Crystal was the only female, she was his only chance. He quickly texted Giovanni:

Mine is.

Dominic stood and walked down the row of twelve bunks, checking them all. Then he came back. All full. He thought about giving her his, but it wasn’t empty, since they were all sharing.

Chad shrugged. I’ll go fix the airbed for you. He walked to the back.

Giovanni felt his phone vibrate. After he had read the message and answered, he took Crystal’s hands in his. He pulled her up to him then whispered, Tommy said you can sleep in his bunk.

Dominic pretended he hadn’t heard and sat down again. Sometimes he wished things were like they used to be. Before they were famous, he and Tommy had been best friends. When Tommy had started fucking every groupie who got within arm’s reach, they’d drifted apart somewhat.

He looked up at the latest Marvel battle game Vince, Gasoline’s Production Manager, and Crazy Mike, their head sound tech, were playing. It was one he had planned to purchase, but he’d never gotten around to it. Video games helped him forget his lonely life for a while.

It’s all set. Chad laid a hand on Giovanni’s shoulder. I’m gonna catch some sleep, too.

Dominic had hoped Chad would stay up so he could ask him what was going on. He frowned when Chad wedged himself into a sleeping bag in a corner. It was just big enough for Chad to fit.

A sigh escaped Dominic’s lips. I’ll have to ask tomorrow. He had already talked to both Chad and Crystal about their need to tame things between them. At least there weren’t any more obvious looks of longing.

When Crystal and Giovanni disappeared down the hall, Dominic reached his hand out. I got next. Crazy Mike had just lost. A controller was passed to him, and he chose his characters. It was something mindless that he hoped would calm him.

Crazy Mike opened the refrigerator and saw it needed to be restocked. There were only two cold beers left. You want a beer, Dom? He reached up to the cabinet over the refrigerator and took down two more six packs.

Yeah. Dominic took the offered bottle and drained half of it while Vince continued to build his team. How come you always pick Ghost Rider?

Vince grinned. I like him. That was his favorite hero, mostly because he wasn’t all hero.

Giovanni pulled back Tommy’s curtain, then leaned on the edge of the bunk. You really don’t mind if she sleeps here for the night?

You know I’m sleeping here too, right? Tommy whispered. He got a nod. Any restrictions? He hoped for none.

After a look at Crystal, Giovanni sighed, a bit unsure. No fucking without me. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. He didn’t want anyone to know what they were doing. Everyone seemed to be asleep or busy.

No fucking, Tommy repeated. Will do… Well, or not do. He helped her up and over him then gave her part of his pillow. So, anything else is on, right? He scanned her body clad in a short lacy nightgown that covered too much of her.

Giovanni scanned their surroundings again. Yeah, I guess… If she wants. He kissed Crystal on the lips. Good night, my love. Then he closed the curtain.

Night…

Crystal was suddenly very tired. She laid her head on Tommy’s chest, hoping it would ease the throb in her head. When he wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her ass, she closed her eyes and pretended he was Giovanni, so she could sleep.

Her left hand was near his neck. When he moved a bit, she felt the three hoops in that ear against her finger. If she wouldn’t have been so tired, she’d have played with them since he liked it.

Dominic watched Giovanni for signs of a jealous fit. He saw none. It didn’t make much sense. When it came to Chad, Giovanni went ballistic. Why’d he let Tommy hold her in bed?

He knew Tommy had her in his arms, trying to push her into sex. Did Giovanni really make that much of a change? If it was real, then maybe they could actually make it as a couple.

His phone went off, and he groaned. Dominic wasn’t in the mood to talk to his girlfriend. He stood and headed to the bathroom. With twenty-two people on the bus, it was the only room with some privacy.

Hey, Gina. I called, but I got your voicemail. He had promised to call before they’d left.

She shook her head. I know. I’m sorry. I was at Bethany’s school. She paused as she sat on the couch, finally home from her second job as a hostess at a restaurant. I wanted to say goodbye in person.

She knew it was only for one concert, but usually they talked before he went out with the band. The same temptations would be there. She had always told him to just be careful and not tell her what happened. Lately, she’d had a strange feeling. He seemed to be pulling away.

Dominic had been avoiding her. He didn’t like how much she wanted to be at his place recently. He needed time to himself.

When Jon had reminded him about the trip, he was relieved to have a few days away from her. He cared about her too much to just break up with her, though. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way. He had to come up with a plan.

I’ll miss you, Gina softly told him.

He leaned against the door. I’ll be back sometime Sunday night, I think. I gotta get some rest. OK?

Sure, I get it. She felt like he had something on his mind. Dominic?

Yeah.

If you need to blow off some steam, it’s OK. She hated to say it, but she would rather give him permission, then him cheat on her.

He smiled and shook his head slightly. Thanks. He ended the call and stared at the ceiling. Why can’t she be a bitch about it?

Faithful was not always easy. After a few weeks of jerking off, he usually gave in and let a groupie blow him. Sex was special, though. He tried to reserve it for just her.

He’d only had sex with one other woman in the last year; Noelle Young. She was the lead singer for Winter Winds. Her band had been on Gasoline’s last tour. They’d connected and wound up having sex several times in February. He didn’t regret it, but he felt bad that he hadn’t met her before Gina.

Noelle was still special to him. He had gotten close to revealing his painful past to her. She had gotten that deep inside him. Every once in a while, she texted him. It never failed to make him smile.

He had hoped Winter Winds would meet them in Michigan but no such luck. She’d told him that they had another engagement. However, she’d promised they would be at the Boston Festival on Labor Day weekend. He couldn’t wait.

Jon knocked on the bathroom door. Dom, you taking first shift or second? He was not the least bit tired, and they were sharing a bunk. They had all drawn straws to see who would sleep where. Tommy and Sam, Vince’s assistant, drew the longest and got a bunk for the trip.

After he had opened the door, Dominic shrugged. I don’t care.

Hey, man. Jon laid a hand on Dominic’s shoulder, sure something was wrong. You can talk to me, anytime. He waited, but Dominic didn’t say another word. Why don’t you take the first shift? You look like you could use the sleep more than me.

Dominic forced a smile. Thanks. I think I’ll do that. He walked over to his assigned bunk where Phil was taking a nap. He was Triple Threat’s other roadie. Dominic drew the curtain. Hey, Phil. Time’s up.

Phil jumped. Then he realized whose voice it was. Oh, OK.

Thanks for letting me crash for a while, Dom. Phil climbed down and headed for the kitchen to get a beer.

CHAPTER TWO

Almost twenty minutes later, the movie was still on in Tommy’s bunk. Crystal slept peacefully in his arms. He was disappointed, but he knew how to get just a little bit of relief.

He forced her hand down his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard cock. When she squeezed it, he moaned softly. Then he slid the fingers of his other hand under her panties. She gasped when he pushed two in.

Across the aisle, Dominic was still awake. His mind reeled. He needed something to help him get his mind off the situation with Gina, so he could see it clearly. A few beers had done him no good. They may have made it worse.

A barely audible moan made him turn toward the curtain. He rolled his eyes. It was obviously Tommy. That was the last thing he needed, to listen to him.

Tommy still held Crystal’s hand as he helped her give him a hand job while she slept. Silence was impossible, but he had his mouth buried in her hair. He was imagining they were in his living room while several people watched them fuck. He groaned while he pulled her closer and pushed his fingers in deeper.

What’re you doing? Crystal asked, confused, still not quite awake.

Tommy’s teeth clenched when she fought his grip. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. Fuck… He jerked faster, not allowing her to pull away. I need to cum, he whispered. Unless you wanna blow me?

She looked down at his thick, seven-and-a-half-inch erection in her hand. It was hard not to be aroused. It was no use. He drove her up a wall. Then she felt his fingers inside her. The angle wasn’t the best to make her cum, but he seemed to be giving it a lot of effort.

She moved a leg over his, so he could reach in further. When Tommy gasped, she smirked, sure what was next.

Fuck! Tommy cried out as semen spurted onto his abdomen. He panted for a few minutes, then groaned. He hadn’t thought about a towel to clean up. He kicked his shorts off and used them to wipe up the fluid. They ended up in a corner.

Crystal’s eyes roamed over his firm, naked body. She had admired his tattoos since she was a teenager. Happy?

For now. He pulled her leg higher up his body and thrust his fingers in fully. Your turn.

She bit her lip and held in the moan. His rhythm was quick and right on target. Tommy, she whimpered softly. Seconds later, she gripped his arm and buried her face into his neck. God. Her core throbbed and clenched while her entire body shuddered.

Better now? When she nodded, he turned her to face the wall and wrapped his arms around her. Then his lips moved to her ear. I wanna wake up with my dick in your mouth.

She sighed, unsure why Giovanni had agreed to her sleeping with him.

He missed having her around for daily sexual relief. She had stayed with him for a month that year. They had gotten quite close. He had developed feelings for her beyond sexual attraction, but they were not love. They were confusing at best.

Dominic punched his pillow. He wasn’t comfortable. The stress was too much. After a few more sleepless minutes, he growled, I need a blowjob too, dammit. He had not made time for sex with Gina in almost two weeks.

As he looked down his body, he stared at his aching, stiff cock. It was only held back by his pajama bottoms. The moans had turned him on. He hated when his body reacted to Tommy getting off.

His hand slid down and rubbed the nine-inch shaft, trying to ease the pain a bit. It made his mind wander instead.

He felt Noelle wrapped around his dick. Her slick heat gripped him as she came. In his mind, he was buried deep inside her. His hips lifted automatically. His eyes drifted closed. Even with pursed lips, it was damned near impossible to stay quiet.

Noelle was the most amazing woman he’d ever met, and masturbating to her always made him cum real hard. He gripped the edge of the mattress while his back arched. His hand worked his cock faster.

He still felt her. Somehow, he heard her moan in his ear. He wanted to see her again, feel her, and fuck her.

Noelle, he softly whispered, lost in a fantasy of her in his bunk. Suddenly, his body tensed. Shit! He cried out as semen spewed out, all over his bare chest and neck. Dammit! I didn’t think of that. He rolled his eyes as he encouraged a bit more fluid out of his dick, then laid back, exhausted and sated for the moment.

When his limbs had sensation again, he partially sat up and checked the bunk for stray clothing. There wasn’t any. He moved the curtain slightly and peeked out. No one was around.

He jumped down and hauled ass to the bathroom. As he attempted to clean up the mess, he groaned. There was cum in his hair. Some had even run into and over his pants. It was pointless, so he gave up and took a shower.

After he had dried off and donned a clean pair of shorts, Dominic walked to the front of the bus. All was quiet except for the television on the wall. He glanced around at the sleeping bodies strewn all over. The only one awake was Giovanni. He sat on the couch, watching an action film.

Giovanni moved over as far as he could, so Dominic could sit. Chris Bradley, Triple Threat’s vocalist, was asleep half-sitting up next to them. Hey, can’t sleep either?

Nope. Dominic sighed as he settled down. Too much on my mind. You?

After a glance at the bunks, Giovanni stared at his hands. I’m trying to be open like Crystal wants me to. It’s not so easy.

I doubt she expected you to let her sleep in Tommy’s bed. Dominic met his questioning gaze. Then he decided to give him some advice. Keep it simple. Make some rules and stick to them. And don’t let her do stuff you can’t handle. You’ll resent it, and she’ll think you don’t care.

Giovanni nodded his head. So, telling Tommy he can do what he wants was not so smart, I guess?

Dominic’s eyes opened wide. You told him what?

I said just don’t fuck her. That’s why I can’t sleep. I keep imagining him all over her without me.

With a shake of his head, Dominic replied, He’s probably fucking her anyway. Take her into my bunk and hold her tight. When Jon’s ready to crash, I’ll ask him to sleep on the air bed. He slapped Giovanni’s leg. Go get your woman. He smiled as Giovanni stood and went right to Tommy’s bunk.

A hand on his shoulder made Tommy turn. He was surprised to see Giovanni. What’s up? He pulled the blanket up a bit more, so Giovanni didn’t see that he was naked.

I changed my mind. Giovanni spoke softly. I’m taking her to bed with me.

Tommy groaned and laid on his back. Damn, I knew it was too good to be true. At least I got mine. He shook Crystal gently. Hey, babe, Giovanni wants you. When she climbed over him to leave, he slipped a hand under her pajamas and stroked her clit through her panties. You owe me a blowjob, babe.

Maybe, she mumbled and practically fell into Giovanni’s arms. She would much rather sleep cuddled up with Giovanni than Tommy. Glad you changed your mind.

Those words made Tommy realize he wanted Crystal to sleep with him so he wouldn’t be lonely. The weeks she had spent at his place made him crave a closeness he never imagined he’d want. She had changed him, although he denied it, even to himself.

Giovanni nodded at Dominic as he helped Crystal into the bunk. Dominic smiled and nodded back. He liked to give advice but liked it more when it was followed. He continued down the aisle to the back room.

When he opened the door, he found Jon asleep on the air mattress. That meant he didn’t have to break the news to Jon, and he had nowhere to sleep.

He grabbed a pillow from the closet and went back to the movie. Then he leaned on the pillow and relaxed into the couch. There was just enough room for him to be semi-comfortable.

Seconds later, he heard Crystal cry out. If the bus had not been so quiet, he might not have heard it. That meant Giovanni was staking his territory. Good for him.

CHAPTER THREE

When Dominic woke up, he stood and stretched. The bus was stationary and it seemed to be quiet outside. That meant they had arrived in Michigan. His back did not like the couch, but he knew he’d get over it. He heard scattered weary groans, so he was not the only one in pain.

After he had changed into street clothes, he stepped off the bus to get some fresh air. The sun told him it was seven or eight in the morning. That was close to his usual. He liked to get an early start whenever possible.

Normally at a gig, the crew headed to the venue while the band was able to sleep in. That had been the plan, until the band’s bus hadn’t started up the day before. It was in the shop and should be available for their next festival date.

Jon patted Dominic’s shoulder. Sorry I took up the whole air bed. I crashed so hard. He smiled, well rested. I didn’t see Crystal. Is she OK? She’s kinda acting weird.

Dominic took a deep breath, unwilling to speculate. I gave her and Giovanni our bunk. Maybe she’s just nervous. He was positive there was something going on.

Move it! Vince shouted as he bounded down the bus steps.

The usually shy and quiet Vince became the voice of authority on tour. He’d been with Gasoline the longest, besides Sam, and had earned the crew’s respect. It was his ass on the line if they slacked off.

Vince stalked a few feet away, as men trailed him. This truck better be unloaded in two hours!

Sam, who had just come outside, walked right up to Vince. In the studio, Sam was in charge of the crew. However, on tour or for just a gig, he gladly handed over the reins. He had a lot of respect for his best friend of over fifteen years.

What should I start with?

Vince sighed. Can you make sure Crazy Mike and Mike P. aren’t still asleep? He put his hands on his hips.

With a grin, Sam nodded. Sure thing. The two sound engineers were famous for sleeping in. I’ll help them set up the monitors and shit, OK?

Yeah, thanks. Vince turned back to the truck. You gotta be fucking kidding me! He glared at TJ, their newest edition, who was throwing cables onto the ground from inside the truck.

Dominic smirked as he watched Vince. He was glad Jon had suggested Vince be