A FILTHY Friend (Filthy Line Book 5) by Jaxson Kidman

Author:Jaxson Kidman [Kidman, Jaxson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

13

SAB

The next two days Bree was my sidekick.

I busted her ass about being drunk and what she had said. Not to mention her pulling that fast one to get a kiss from me.

Her face turned red and she hated her life for being hungover.

It was a busy couple of days as the band got everything finalized and ready for the show for Mitchy.

We even pushed the memorial service back to the day of the show.

We figured just get it all done in one shot.

A day and night dedicated to Mitchy.

The articles floating around about him were harsh. But they were true.

Everyone loved drama.

And Mitchy was always full of that.

I was outside on the balcony, taking in the morning, sipping coffee with a touch of whiskey in it, thinking about life. Thinking way too much about life. Thinking about Mitchy getting into a really bad bar fight in New Mexico. Wanting to take on a group of bikers who were going to kill him and bury him. I had to jump in and help and as I was tangled with some prospect for the club, the guy recognized me. He whistled for a guy named Fang, who then stopped the fight and wanted pictures and autographs.

It made me laugh because that’s how Mitchy lived.

One step over the edge, always getting a lucky break, knowing eventually that his luck would run out.

“And it did,” I said.

I looked up and sighed.

I heard the door open behind me and looked back to see Bree coming outside.

Wearing a long Filthy Line t-shirt that was at least fifteen years old.

The black color was faded to a dark gray and the logo and text were peeling away.

But goddamn did she make that shirt look good.

“Coffee?” I offered.

She took the cup and sipped it.

Then she started to cough. “What is…”

“Whiskey.”

“This early?”

“Rock star life,” I said.

“Shit, Sab. You should’ve warned me.”

“Sorry,” I said. I smiled at her. Then I frowned. “Are you okay with today?”

Bree nodded.

“You don’t have to go,” I said. “There’s going to be a lot of cameras there. A lot of attention on us. You can just hang here. Relax. Have the place to yourself.”

“Sab,” she said. “I’m coming with you.”

I turned sideways. “But for your mother…”

She swallowed hard. “She didn’t want anything. She hated the idea of spending money when she was gone. Her one close friend went through hell with a funeral once. For her own mother. I just respected her wishes. People can visit a memorial if they want. I wasn’t going to do something big if she didn’t want it.”

“Makes sense,” I said. “Just so you know too… Mitchy was cremated. We’re going to have some of his guitars on display and take a few pictures. Have a moment of silence for him. Nothing too big. I hate to sound like a total dick here, but this is mostly for the media. There’s a lot of stories about him coming out. They’re all true. But for his honor and memory we want to show everyone that he was still a part of the band.

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