Brian’s POV

„So what do you think about the song?” Matt asked Val, flicking off the ash of his cigarette. I can’t believe he was doing this yet again. He was such a moron, I can’t believe how she could get him all whooped just by showing up here. And why was she here, by the way? Last time I heard both she and Michelle had moved to France so my cheater of an ex could work on her ‘clothing line’. Obviously her twin, who wasn’t less of a cheater went wherever the hell that bitch went. Our relationship hadn’t ended on good terms, however Matt? He had been too in love with the chick and would’ve closed his eyes on her little slip up, but in the end it was she who bailed.

„It’s... different...” She smiled, crossing her legs.

„A good different, or—„

„A good different,” She replied with a small chuckle and I swear Matt lost his head right there, making me and Zacky roll our eyes. Why did he need her approval so much? Did he forget she fucked his best friend? It was funny actually, sort of at least, Michelle and Val were exactly the same. But I guess that was a twin thing, one did exactly what the other.

„So you’ve seen Dice?” Zacky asked out of the blue, Matt didn’t even flinch. He just kept talking about some meaningless bullshit with Val.

„Huh?” I cocked an eyebrow, knowing exactly what he was doing. Zack held in a chuckle, before placing his hands around his mouth.

„I said, HAVE YOU SEEN DICE?” He yelled, Matt’s head turning just slightly, sending Zack a deep frown.

„Dice?” I chuckled, before shaking my head no. And thank god I haven’t otherwise I wouldn’t be alive. Maybe. Somewhere deep down I knew she was a cool chick and she knew how to provide some fun times, but right now I didn’t know where we both stood.

„It was odd... She just bolted yesterday, without as much as an insult,” Zacky said thoughtfully. That was in fact strange for her, but I knew better not to worry about her. Dice was the person who could take care of herself.

Suddenly out of nowhere Jimmy dropped on his knees in front of me, propping his arms in my lap as he looked me over with a deep frown.

„What’s up Jimbo?” Zack asked. Jimmy just looked at him with a sad face, then shifted his attention to me and in the end just flunk his head in my lap. That’s when short-shit came out of the studio, a cigarette lingering from his lips.

„You know what’s up with Jimmy?” I questioned, and was very surprised when he nodded his head – yes. Johnny never knew what’s going on. Sometimes I really thought he had a completely different universe he was living in.

„It’s Tuesday,” Oh right, it was the time when Dice took Jimmy out for a walk, or in other words – they went to the movies, had some buttery popcorn for breakfast and rinsed it all away with large amounts of Coke. „Dice hasn’t answered any of his calls.”

A loud grunt left Jimmy as he buried his face deeper in my thighs. If it would be for any other dude, I’d strongly believe he was gay since my dick was almost poking in his forehead, but as far it went for Jimmy? I had grown used to his antics. My hand went to ruffle Jimmy’s dark bangs, „Come on Jimbo let’s get inside, she’s probably just after Johnny’s and sleeping.”

Slowly he pushed himself up, still that same sad expression to his face, „She doesn’t work Monday nights,”

He sighed and we walked back inside, my phone instantly starting to mambo in my pocket. MJ?

„Is it my Dicey?” Jimmy squealed a small smile tugging on his lips. I held out my arm to keep him away from taking the phone from me and answered with a simple ‘Haner’.

„Brian,” She cried out, getting me confused in a matter of seconds. Fuck, was her ex with her? I’ve tried to call her a good hour ago, at least three times and that was a record for me if I might add, she ignored the most of the calls, answering only the very last one with moaning and groaning and what not. Seemed like she was having a really good time, but judging by her voice now? Not so much.

„MJ is that you? Are you okay?” I stepped away from Jimmy, who’s face fell instantly and walked in the lounge. “I tried calling you earlier but all I heard was moaning and grumbling in the background. What’s going on?”

“Brian-I-I…” Okay, that was a clear sob I heard there. Please don’t tell me the dude had raped her or else I... I don’t know what I’d be capable of if that’s the case. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but what else did this whole situation sound like to you, huh? To me it seemed like someone had clearly hurt her.

“Fuck, I swear if he hurt you I’ll—“ I roared, anger quickly taking over until I heard what it seemed like the phone slipping out of her hand and hitting the floor. „MJ?!”

„Is everything okay?” Jimmy poked his head around the corner, looking very much concerned.

„I-I... fuck,” I cursed, brushing my fingers through my hair as I kept staring at the screen of my phone, „I don’t know, I have to go. Cover for me?”

„Should I come up with a bird flu?” His lips curled up in a small smile as I picked up my leather jacket from the couch and quickly swung around my shoulders.

„Bird flu, swine flu, diarrhea – pick your poison,” I smiled back, rushing past him. I hoped Matt wasn’t still outside with Val, ‘cause the sad truth was – I hadn’t done anything today. Like... absolutely fucking nothing. Exactly like for a week straight. Maybe if I did as much as listened to what the other guys had other than that Casino riff and the adult rated lyrics, maybe I’d come up with something, but ain’t no one have time for that.

„Where are you going, Gates?” Shit. So this wasn’t my lucky day. I stopped midway to my car, turning around to see Val sitting in Matt’s lap, drinking his beer. If I didn’t need to hurry to kick some ass, I’d kick his ass. What the hell was he doing? Hadn’t we been through this already? She’ll ditch him for some loser and me, Zack and Jimmy will be here, picking up the leftovers of him. When he’d learn that Val didn’t particularly care for him? I’m not saying Valary is a bad person, it’s just... Fuck, I don’t have time for this.

„Coffee,” I lied quickly, „You want one?”

„Nah, we’re good.” He smiled back, probably a bit too drunk for the morning, but I didn’t let that bother me. I unlocked my car and got in, quickly pulling out of the parking lot.

For those five minutes when I broke every possible rule just to get to MJ, the scene of that scum raping her played in my head over and over. If I hadn’t killed him by now, then I’ll surely do it now. It took only to hear MJ’s sobs for me to lose my head.

I parked in the empty driveway, rushing to the front door. Where the fuck was Dice when needed? She should be looking over MJ since the ex showed up a bit too often, don’t you think? Or at least get a fucking dog. Pitbul or Doberman. Even a chihuahua. I. Don’t. Fucking. Care. Until it get’s the job done and rips the douchebag’s throat.

I nearly kicked the front door open, barging in with a loud, „MJ?!” I swear, by then I was seeing only red. That was until I saw her standing in the kitchen covered all in flour and not wearing pants. My brow arched. „What are you doing here?”

Was those cookies I smelled? Shit, was she insane? She just got raped and she’s baking cookies? „I... uhmm...”

„Are you okay?” I walked closer, inspecting her exposed skin, looking for any bruises. I found none. I felt relief wash over me when she nodded. „Thank god, I was so fucking worried...”

„It’s not what you think,” Finally she got out, walking around the island to take out the freshly baked cookies from the oven. I looked around to see the place a complete mess. The flour was covering every surface, not mentioning her petite built, the baking mix also was everywhere and it called for a major cleaning. I should send my maid over here...

„Care to explain?” I reached for one of the cookies, but she just slapped my hand away.

„They’re hot. You’ll get burnt,”

I rolled my eyes, „Okay, mom...”

„So... I called you to get Matt’s number, but I guess I’m not that good with controlling my emotions,” She shrugged as she fixed the next portion of the cookie mix on the tray.

„Why would you need Matt’s number?” I frowned, trying very hard to focus my eyes on anything but that fine little ass. Or the awesome tits. Yea, wasn’t succeeding in the plan too much.

„Dice wasn’t home, but now it’s all good.” She explained tugging a lost strand of the blond bangs behind her ear, getting the cookie mix in her hair. „Still don’t know where she is,” She sighed, before continuing, „all I know she’s been drinking.”

„Well as far as I know she wasn’t with Shads,” since he was a bit preoccupied with another chick. „Maybe she was just working?”

„Then she’d be home by now,” She gave me a far too serious stare for the way she was looking. The whole scene was just too ... funny I guess. I mean, I’ve probably seen it all by now, but a chick covered in flour getting a rise out of me? That was a first.

„Well...” I started, my eyes slipping lower and lower, imagining the dirty things I could do to this girl. And would. I obviously had to make up for her birthday and god knew the car wasn’t worth a shit, knowing how badly I fucked up. I licked my lips, my voice coming out deeper once I spoke, „You have any idea when she’ll be home?”

She shrugged, being clueless to my intentions, putting those cookies in the oven as I walked up to her and placed my hands on her hips. She was one of the rare girls who made me feel like beeing fifteen all over again, not being able to control my libido. I pulled her against me, letting her feel exactly how turned on I was.

Dice’s POV

Somehow I had gotten fucking wasted. Kinda unreal knowing I only had a half empty bottle of Jack. I had the blurry memory of stumbling through the cemetery, greeting each and every person who laid six feet under the ground. The eerie silence was an odd thing to find comforting, but hey, if I had to pick between that crowded space of Johnny’s and the silent cemetery, guess which one did I pick? You got that thing right. I picked Johnny’s.

It was somewhere towards the morning when I’d parked my car outside that fine establishment, nearly falling out of it, once I attempted to exit the vehicle. How I didn’t get into an accident or drive straight into a tree was beyond me. I was that fucking wasted. I didn’t remember who was guarding the doors, but I did remember holding on to the walls for support as I swayed my way into the dimly lit bar.

Many frames of the tape were missing, I may or may not picked up a fight with someone, but at the moment it was irrelevant. I got to the bar, somehow got on the high bar stool and heald two fingers up in the air, not really caring if anyone noticed it or not.

„Dice?” I had to boost my head up straight just to keep my eyes on that shaggy brown head. Hello there handsome. I hiccuped as Max moved up to me. „What the hell happened to you? You’re fucking drunk...”

„Nope,” Hiccuped again, „Now get me... get m-me... fucking something, man... And make it a double.”

„It’s Monday, Dice,” He frowned, pulling a bottle of water from under the counter and placing in front of me.

„Fuck that,” I grimaced in disgust, knocking the bottle off the counter, „Make me a fucking drink, Max...”

„I think you’ve had enough,” He rested his hands on the counter, starting a fucking stare down. How dared he?

„You want me to go there and take the whole fucking bottle?” I squinted my eyes, watching him. Or so I thought. See, when I’m drunk like that I don’t have too much of a control over my body. After a long glance, he gave in and finally reached for the tall glass. Finally I see some cooperation. Thank you!

„What will you be drinking? Jim, Jack, John?”

„All of them. I’m feeling naughty tonight,” He raised an eyebrow and later shook his head, quickly making me the drink. And ruining it with a fucking Coke. What did I look like? Some sixteen year old who needed softs in their drinks? However, I figured I’m too drunk to make a decent argument.

„You think you’ll be paying?”

I snorted, „As if...” Why would I come to Johnny’s when I was fucking broke if I couldn’t have a drink for free? Think about it, Max, don’t make yourself seem fucking stupid.

Out of nowhere Frank showed up behind me. „What have you done to your car?”

Huh? I attempted to look back at him, nearly falling off the stool if it wasn’t for his strong hands to keep me in place. „What’cha talking ‘bout?”

He sent Max a confused look on which he just replied something about me being drunk off my ass. Without further adue, Frank dragged me outside, me still clutching the glass in my hand and sat in front of my car. I remembered telling „it’s just a scratch,” not really even looking over anything and the next thing I know I wake up squished between boxes of booze at the downstairs stock. My head was pounding and I was pretty sure I was gonna throw up if I moved even by an inch.

„Fuuuck...” I whispered, my voice throaty and my arms extremely weak as I attempted to push myself up from the tile floor.

You can’t imagine what did it take from me to get up the steep stairs, I was panting and gagging once I stepped in the quiet main room of Johnny’s. It was too fucking bright and was that some fresh air my lunges filled with? I saw the doors of entrance fully open, letting in those bright rays of sun as some tall dudes brought some boxes of liquor inside, Johnny himself pointing where to put them, before checking if anything’s missing.

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling extremely soar, before I noticed I’m barefoot. On Johnny’s floor? Fucking disgusting. My feet carried me around the bar to fill a glass with loads of lime’s and lemon’s and pour the carbonated water from the pistol all over them. It still felt like I was fucking hammered.

„Finally you’re up,” I heard Johnny say as I placed the pistol back in the place and took a sip. „I’m not even gonna question why you were sleeping in the stock, but I am gonna ask what the hell did you do to your car,” He said still looking over some sheets. He raised her head, looking quite taken aback once he met with my amazing persona, „and yourself... Did you get in a fight with Hulk?”

„Huh?” I frowned, nearly throwing up. What the hell was he talking about? I caught a reflection of myself in one of those metallic naked girl statuettes we had all around the bar and kinda even got scared a bit. Seemed like I didn’t fight the Hulk, but had a make out session with him. My lips were swollen and it seemed that was red lipstick smudged all over my face, but then again that could as well be blood. I had a massive bruise all across the left side of my face, a cut lip, eyebrow and a slightly disfigured nose. What the fuck happened last night? Just then I noticed the hand which was holding my glass was all in cuts and bruises. Uhmm... okay?

„Did you get in an accident?” He frowned, a genuine concern on his face. „Your car is pretty much wrecked.”

„What the fuck are you talking about?” I stormed out of the bar just for my eyes to grow wide. The windshield was missing and the driver’s side was very much deformed. I had to blink a couple of times to really take in the view. That had to happen in the parking lot, right? There’s no way I’d drove here with that car. Fuck, I could only imagine what the expenses will be to repair that monster.

Shit... I made a quick phone call. Hearing MJ’s voice calmed me down and I even made my best act by being my usual hungover self, despite the fact that my eyes were filling up with tears as I inspected the Mustang. So why exactly did I figure it was a darn good idea to get drunk and smash my car? Because I was falling for Matt Sanders? That wasn’t even worth this!

I had to get money somewhere, this didn’t look very cheep from where I was standing, and I was standing and looking over the good side of the car. My hands rested on the top of my head and I didn’t even notice the oh-so familiar black Audi stopping next to me.

„What the hell did you do?”

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