Bad Day (Hard Rock Roots) by Stunich C.M

Author:Stunich, C.M. [Stunich, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2013-11-30T23:00:00+00:00

“The fuck are you talking about, bitch?” I snarl, moving forward, getting in America's face, pushing her back with shaking hands. She pushes me right back and we get into a grapple that Naomi has to break up, moving us apart with quiet strength and presence more than anything else. What she doesn't know is that I'm not afraid to fuck up some bitch who's spewing lies about my best Goddamn friend, the friend who's been gone for a long, long time. Seven years without him. It's been a fucking ride, that's for sure. So, cast on her arm or no, I will beat the crap out of anyone who talks shit about Travis Gaborone, 'specially when they've got no right. No fucking right. “Travis was hit by a car when he was crossing the street. That's it. Ain't nobody ever said otherwise.”

“Yeah?” America asks with another laugh, one that makes my skin crawl. This chick is tough as nails with a thicker shell than Naomi Knox. Scary. “Hit by a car and then backed over. Yeah, that's right. The person who hit him went into reverse and ran over his body. Again. And Again. And again.” My blood starts to boil and the muscles in my jaw get tight, working hard as I grind my teeth together. I never got to see Travis' body, never got to hear the details of the accident. Just like with Trey, with Naomi, the law doesn't give a fuck how much love you got for that person. If you don't fit into their narrow ass bullshit definition of family, you can just forget about kissing your friend goodbye. Too fucking bad for you. And Travis' parents never said a thing, not one damn thing.

“How the hell would you know that?” I bark at her, trying but failing to keep my voice at a reasonable level. There's nothing reasonable about this shit. “How the fuck?!” I turn away before I hit her and move over to Naomi, wrapping an arm around her waist and burying my face against her blonde hair. I've never had anything like this, anyone like this. I close my eyes and breathe her in, feeling the pounding in my chest slow. If I wasn't so fucked in the head right now, I might feel good about this. Instead of drugs or drunken pussy, I've got Naomi, Goddess of Rock with legs for days and a smile so sharp it could cut. “How the fuck?”

“Because he was my fiancé, that's how,” America growls back at me, getting defensive. “You might not have known me, but I knew all about you. You and Ronnie, Jesse, Treyjan. Indecency. I was at every show. Every single fucking show.”

“Then how come I don't remember your ass?” I ask, moving back and turning towards her, letting my fists curls at my sides. The light from above the kitchen sink throws shadows across America's face, turning her perfect complexion into splotches of light and dark, intensified by the whisper of candles behind us.

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