LILY ANN

Three hours into my shift, I had already witnessed the full spectrum between fucktard and idiot, attempted to hang myself with my lanyard, considered a stint in federal prison, and begged God to smite me for accepting the position as manager of this fucking store. Can anyone possibly understand the concept of job interview in this God forsaken town, or was this more of a "let's all suck up to Lily Ann and dress impossibly slutty in the hopes that her rock star boyfriend was present"?

Apparently my relationship status had exploded to epic proportions after our dinner date last night, complete with media coverage and Twitter or Facebook assaults with everything from praising how great we looked together or actual death threats from obsessive fan girls. If I had to name the amount of times I pinched the bridge of my nose or simply told these idiots to get out of my office for using this interview as a way to audition to be my new best friend, I'd just rather kill myself.

Finally, I did manage to find a great candidate for the position, and I was pretty fucking impressed with her professionalism as well as her kick ass sense of humor. Did I mention this bitch was Australian? Get the fuck outta here, right? Aleisha Shields, or AJ as she preferred, was exactly the breath of fresh air this hell hole needed. She not only had sales experience and a great personality, but she also had good taste in music and was laid back.

Standing at the counter, preparing for the end of my shift, I glanced over at her as she finished filling out her new employment paperwork so that I could fax it over to my district manager before I went to the barbeque later on. Hmm. "Hey, AJ?"

She looked up, pushing her auburn hair out of her eyes. "Yea?" I scrunched my nose up while I thought, making her give me an odd look.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day?" I asked, and she cocked her head to the side. "Not a damn thing," she smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "Why, what's up?"

I tapped my empty Red Bull can on the counter. "I'm going to a barbeque tonight over at my boyfriend's house, and wanted to know if you'd like to come? I know people usually don't hang out with their managers, but I say fuck that shit!" I chuckled and threw my can into the garbage can under the counter, pulling open the program on the computer to get ready to clock myself out.

Her eyes widened a bit, and she scribbled her signature at the bottom of the page. "Aren't you dating Zacky V?" She asked softly, and it made me want to laugh.

"Yea. So, are you in?"

"Fuck yea, I'm in!"

REGGIE

I rifled through my drawers, looking for something to wear for the barbeque tonight. I didn't want to go, but Brian had insisted that I be there. If not, then Lily Ann would surely get suspicious, and he couldn't have that.

"Reggie, baby, hurry up! We need to get over to Zack's before everyone else gets there!" A chill crept up my spine at the sound of Brian's voice. He had refused to let me come home alone, and was waiting ever so patiently in the living room with my phone tucked away in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. I bit my lip, not sure whether I wanted to cry or punch something, and finally decided on a pair of leopard print leggings, a super soft black top that hung off of one shoulder, and black ballet flats. Might as well be comfortable if I end up having to fight for my fucking life.

I changed quickly, trying to prevent a situation that included him seeing me naked, and walked miserably back into the living room. Why didn't I climb through my bedroom window, you ask? Why didn't I look for an escape route to get away from this piece of shit? Simple. Brian had assured me that if I tried to run, he would just focus all of his attention on tag teaming Lily Ann with Zacky, and I would be fucking damned if I allowed that to happen.

"Oh good, you're ready! Mmm, baby, you look good enough to eat," Brian purred as he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I flinched, freezing up in his arms, and his hand crept up my back to grip the back of my neck at a crushing pace. I whimpered, trying to pull away from him, but it was no use. He looked down at me, a chilling fierceness in his eyes. "You better cut that shit out, Reg. You don't want the guys asking questions, do you?"

Another condition of him staying away from Lily Ann was that I had to pretend like nothing was wrong with this sick, twisted relationship between Brian and me. If any of his brothers or other guests at the barbeque showed any concern or asked any questions that suggested something was wrong, then I would fucking pay dearly for it.

I sighed, my breath shuddering a bit as I tried not to cry, and melted into his embrace, burying my face into his shoulder and wrapping my arms around him. He smirked triumphantly and stroked my hair for a moment before pulling my face up to kiss me. I fought the urge to vomit and kissed him back, mentally applauding myself for the spectacular performance I was capable of.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he released me and walked me towards the door and out of it, my eyes constantly scanning to and fro for a way out or someone that I could signal for help. Unfortunately, not one single person was outside, and running was just an impossibility. I was fucked.

The drive over to Zacky's was not only uncomfortably silent, but also incredibly tense due to his hand trailing up and down the inside of my thigh. Every time I made an attempt to pull my leg away from him, he'd clamp his hand down painfully, digging his fingers in and causing me to whimper pathetically. I swear, by the time we pulled up into his driveway, I thought my jaw would break by how tensely I gritted my teeth.

Instead of walking me to the front door, he led me around the side of the house toward the pool area. I felt more relaxed as soon as I was surrounded by familiar faces, or witnesses as I considered them, and suddenly, I found myself knocked out of his grasp and on my back in the grass. Apparently, Jimmy has NO respect for boundaries, and I loved him for it.

"FIRE GODDESSSSS! I MISSED YOU!" He shouted, wrapping his body around me like an obscene version of a turtle shell.

I laughed, hugging him from my position on the ground and patting him on the back. "I just saw you last night, Jimmy!" He was crushing me under his weight, but he was apparently oblivious to this. "SO?! It's been soooo long! I love your hair! And your face! Oh hey, did you..." He pulled away so he could wiggle his eyebrows. "...ya know? Bone Brian?" I rolled my eyes, miraculously keeping my face from turning a sickly shade of white.

"You suck at whispering Jimmy. And by the way. I. Can't. Breathe." I said, pushing against him. His eyes widened and he sat up quickly, pulling me with him in one dizzying motion. "Sorry! OH! You have to meet someone!" His ADHD was a complete head spin, but his utter joy distracted me from the tight, clenching feeling I suffered from in my heart, so I smiled and let myself be dragged away towards two girls that were sitting at Zacky's patio table.

One was a ridiculously beautiful blonde that seemed to be all legs, even from where she was sitting, and a smile that could light up a room. The other, a pint-sized brunette with gorgeous tattoos, was also amazingly stunning and definitely knew her way around a make-up palette. They both looked up at me with bright smiles, and the blonde visibly melted when Jimmy bounded over to her. "Reggie, this is Nicole, my girlfriend," he whispered loudly, trying to shield his mouth like he was keeping a secret, "and this is Johnny's little hottie, Kayla."

I sat down in the chair that was vacant across from them, and accepted the beer that Matt handed to me as he passed by, his dimples flashing. "Thanks, Shadz!" I called as he walked away, off to join Zacky and Brian who were huddled around the grill. I caught Brian's eye and quickly looked away, my face burning from shame.

Jimmy misread the look on my face, whistling and guffawing. "You love birds are so damn cute! Aren't they, babe?!" He asked, wrapping his long arms around Nicole's neck and shoulders, draping over her like goofy blanket. She giggled, but he was standing up and heading off towards the grill before she had a chance to respond.

She rolled her eyes, watching him affectionately. "He's such a big kid," she said with a smile, turning her attention back to me. "It's really nice to meet you, Reggie. Jimmy talks about you and your friend a lot. Though I do say it's kind of odd that her name is Stephen King."

I snorted into my beer, and Kayla joined me in chuckling. "Her name isn't really Stephen King. It's actually Lily Ann. But Jimmy is obsessed with calling her Stephen King because of this fan fiction that went viral," I confessed, taking a mouthful.

"That was YOU?!" Kayla asked, her eyes wide. "I read that shit, and it was brilliant!" She exclaimed. I grinned. "Thank you! It sure has resulted in some seriously interesting shit," I smiled.

We chatted for a few minutes, and Kayla told me that she knew Lily Ann from the mall since she worked a few doors down at Sephora. So that explained her sick ass makeup. Apparently she had helped with makeup on the set of the guys' video for "Afterlife" and she had clicked with Johnny after helping him clean a bunch of pigeon shit out of his hair. Nicole, who preferred to be called Cole, met Jimmy at a great little music store that she worked at near Pacific Coast Highway. He had come in for new sticks, and couldn't stop gushing over her custom Cookie Monster Converse.

When 5:00 rolled around, I looked up to see Lily Ann walking through the French doors onto the patio with a girl I'd never seen before. "Hey Reg!" She exclaimed, leaning down to hug my neck and steal a sip of my beer. Her usual scent of clove cigarettes and Red Bull hung around her and instantly made me feel better seeing that she was safe. "This is AJ, my new store clerk," she continued, introducing the pretty auburn-haired girl at her side.

"Hey guys," AJ said, her accent understated and yet strong enough to prove she was an Aussie. We all waved and pushed out chairs, and I took the opportunity to dole out the introductions. "Alright, Lil, so this is Cole and Kayla. Cole works out at that music store that we buy all of our sound equipment from, and she's Jimmy's new squeeze," I explained, watching them nod and smile at each other. "And Kayla works out at the mall down at Sephora. She's Johnny's better half."

Lily Ann laughed, shaking Kayla's hand across the table. "Yea, I know you. You're the one who convinced me that NYX eye primer was way better than that sad shit I was using on my face!"

"Haha, yep, that was me! And you're the one that talked me out of that horrendous French maid costume for last Halloween. Thanks for that, by the way," she said, downing the rest of her beer and chucking it into the trash can behind our table.

I could tell already that these girls were right up my alley, and I could feel the constricting tension in my chest ease up the longer we talked. Hell, if Lily and I were around these girls more and more, it would be harder for Brian and Zacky to get us alone, which is precisely what I was aiming for.

ZACKY

"Hey bro, what's up? How'd you like the video?" I asked, leaning against the counter and watching the girls chatter at the table on the patio.

Brian rolled his head to the side, shooting me a look that clearly said it all. "Oh, that video was a fucking masterpiece. And it definitely worked in my favor..." He trailed off, which, of course, peaked my interest immediately.

"Go on..." I said, setting my Jack and Coke on the counter next to me and folding my arms over my chest.

"Reggie found the video before I did. And let me tell you, I am fucking glad I took your advice about what to do if anything happened." He smirked over at me and then turn his gaze back on what I could only assume was Reggie. I recognized that predatory, obsessive gaze from watching my own videos, and I felt a swelling pride. I always loved seeing my brothers become successful, but this was something that I had been alone with for so long. Watching my best friend take an intense interest in my idea of a good time was great.

"Oh yea?" I asked, my eyebrow arched. "What happened?"

"Well, she decided she was going to snoop through my phone while I was putting on a movie. I knew she probably would, especially since they've been suspecting some weird shit has been going on between you and Lily," he started, pouring himself a shot of Jack and tossing it back. "Well, when I caught her, she put up one hell of a fight. Even smashed a beer bottle on the edge of my counter like she was in some fucking brawl at a bar," he chuckled, making me laugh.

I pushed myself up on the counter, glancing between him and the girls out in the back yard. Everyone had started cozying up and pairing off, and Matt had seemed to take an extreme interest in that cute Australian chick that came with Lily Ann. Figures...Matt's a sucker for sexy foreign bitches.

"Anyways," I heard Brian say, and I turned my attention back to him, "I fucked the hell out that girl last night. Thank God she's good with a make-up brush, too, because I left a few marks on her. Good thing she can take a hit...or ten," he laughed, tossing back another shot and chasing it with his beer.

I felt my dick twitch in my pants, thinking about my best friend slapping Reggie around. I'd love to wrap my hands up in that pretty red hair myself. We'd actually considered swapping the two of them, or simply tag teaming them, but we hadn't wanted to fuck up the facade we had going on. Of course, now that Reggie was well aware of the types of things we were capable of, well maybe it wouldn't be such a problem.

"So aren't you worried she's going to say something to Lily Ann?" I asked, arching a brow at Brian and accepting the shot he slide to me across the counter. "Nah," he said surely, the confidence notable in his tone. "I told her if she said shit to anyone, or even hinted that something was off, we'd tag team the shit out of Lily Ann, and make her wish she was fucking dead."

The ease in which he spoke of these things made me smile. When I had first admitted to Brian that I had this fetish of sorts, he didn't seem to enthused. That was until I sent him a video of the kind of shit that I would do to Gena. I'm pretty sure it was the video of me tying her up in four-point restraints on the bed that really got him going, or maybe it was the gag and the spankings. Regardless, it caused him to start experimenting on Michelle. Eventually, the two of them, along with Valary, packed their shit and disappeared while we were on tour for our City of Evil album. They didn't report anything to the police, but then again, Gena didn't remember anything that could've sent me off to prison.

Now that Brian had had a real taste of the things that he could be capable of doing to a woman, I could see the hunger growing in his eyes as he watched Reggie with dark eyes, studying her body language through the scalloped glass of the patio doors.

I took another shot, feeling the warmth of the whiskey spread throughout my body and hopped down off the counter, stretching my arms and neck. "Hey Bri?"

He looked over at me, breaking that obsessive gaze from Reggie and the group outside. "Yea?"

I smirked. "Wanna have some fun tonight?"

Notes

Okay, so I'm much later than I originally intended, but my excuses are solid! I passed out after my tattoo since I was fucking exhausted, and then my brilliant ass poisoned myself with bad bacon. x.x

However, I wrapped this one up tonight as a sort of filler and a simple introductory chapter for our lovely guest appearances (Blondey, Synysterlocexoxo, and KWally), and we shall soon get back into our drama in our upcoming chapters. So, I'm sorry if you thought this one sucked, but I tried cranking it out while still feeling like shit! :)

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