LIMITLESS: A Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance: Book 2: Jace & Alex

her, I still couldn’t believe Alex had betrayed my trust.
A minute ago, it felt like my heart was breaking. Now, steam was coming out of my ears and my head felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
“Jace, relax. Let us help. You’ve been there for us all these years. We—I want to be there for you.” Ty looked at me earnestly.
“You can’t help me, Ty,” I said through clenched teeth. “Leave it alone, you’re not supposed to even know about this.”
“Dude, relax. Alex only told Zoey, she had no one to talk to and she broke down completely. Zoey told me because, after everything we went through, we just don’t keep secrets from each other. Ever.” Ty gripped my shoulder firmly. “We are the only ones who know. It’s going to be okay. You don’t always have to be the strong one, I’m here for you.”
“I’m so fucking sick of this.” I shrugged off his hand. “Just leave me alone.”
“Jace,” Ty pleaded.
“No! Mind your own business. You finally have your girl. Focus on her and let me live my own life. You know nothing about me and Alex and you know nothing about my situation. Why? Because I keep my fucking problems to my fucking self,” I hissed, not quite yelling but not exactly being quiet. “God, having a long break from all of you couldn’t come at a better time.”
“Jace!” Alex was horror-stricken. She had apparently returned to the scene of the crime with Zoey in tow to hear me berate poor Ty.
By then, the entire room of the people closest to me were staring at the spectacle I had created with similarly shocked expressions. Somehow, this unleashed a rage inside me, unlike anything I’d ever felt.
I was exhausted. Exhausted from always being the voice of reason. Exhausted from always looking after the well-being of grown men. Exhausted by my secret relationship with Alex and trying to make it into something it wasn’t. Most of all, I was exhausted and terrified about the prospect of raising a baby. On my own.
I couldn’t help lashing out at that moment because I was done. D.O.N.E. Ty could fuck himself. Alex could fuck herself. Everyone else could fuck themselves too. The only thing that mattered was finding out if Helena was really my daughter. If she was, then her well-being would become my sole focus going forward.
The universe was telling me that it was time for me to move the fuck on from all of them. That’s why I didn’t give anyone in the room a second glance before storming out of Ty’s house and slamming the door behind me.

Chapter 2
ALEX
Nearly Nine Years Ago
“C’mon!” I pleaded with my best friend Zoey. “We’re going to be late.”
“I can’t help it if I need extra time, you look amazing in a paper sack,” she whined.
She drove me crazy sometimes with her going-out-on-the-town prep-time, but I kind of understood. She rarely ventured out with me, which made the nights we went to see music a bigger deal. She was adorable, and her dry sense of humor matched my own. Not to mention, she was the best friend a girl could ever have.
“You look gorgeous, you always do.” I gave her the thumbs-up on her outfit and glanced at myself in the mirror.
Clothes didn’t matter that much to me. I preferred not to think too hard about what I wore. It was easier to have a general uniform of V-neck fitted T-shirts, jeans and, as of my birthday last month, killer black Frye motorcycle boots. My blonde hair was lighter and not nearly as long as Zoey’s, but I’d just had it cut in a cool shaggy style that made it easy to just mess it up with my fingers and go.
“Well, this is as good as it’s going to get.” Zoey shook out her long, thick blonde hair as I checked my phone.
“Thank God, the Uber is here.” I gestured for her to wrap it up.
I had been following Less Than Zero for months on social media, but never saw them in person because they mostly played bar shows. Finally, they had a show at the Mission, Seattle’s largest venue that happened to be all-ages. Seattle had caught on to the throw-back guitar-driven rock band, so the show would be packed due to their serious buzz. I was so excited; my adrenaline was on overdrive.
“Are you staying over tonight, Alex?” Zoey’s dad called out as we bounded down the steps to catch our Uber.
“No, Mr. Pearson. Mom and I have plans early tomorrow morning,” I replied.
My mom and dad, Andrea and Allen, had finalized their divorce in my junior year, and I lived with my mom. My brother and sister, Ariana and Aaron, were a few years older than me and were off in college in other states. Mom and I had become close these past few months, especially when the mail-order pie business she started on a whim last year became a huge success. We were going to look at a couple of commercial kitchens in the morning to accommodate the demand for her pies.
Tonight, however, was all about the rawk. After we made it past security, I dragged Zoey to the front of the stage so we could drool over the gorgeous guys of LTZ up close and personal. Sweet Jesus, they were even more delectable in person than in their YouTube videos. Losing myself in the music, I bumped hips with Zoey and she gleefully bumped me back. Gahd. There was nothing like hanging with my best friend watching a cool band.
As Zoey and I held hands and gyrated to the beat, Tyson Rainier, the brooding, dark-haired lead singer stared at and sang directly to my petite friend. Internally squealing, after all this was a dream come true for both of us, I couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t even look at him. She could be such a shy, loner dork, but she was my BFF and I loved her.
Luckily,