She's No Longer With The Band

Seven.

Aubrey's Point of View:

Welcome back.

Let's start off with this.

I absolutely fucking despise Nate DeRosé.

I hate that man more than I've ever hated anyone on this fucked up planet, and that's saying a lot, based on the unspeakable hand that I've been dealt.

"Aubrey!" Alec called out.

I spun around, my straight dark hair whipping around my back. It swayed past my ass, and I grinned when I saw Alec walking over to me with a Coors Light in hand. I waved softly, letting my fingers move however they wanted to. His dark hair was drenched with what looked like water,  and his face was flushed a deep shade of crimson. Little beads of sweat outlined his forehead line and all around his face.

"Come check this out," Alec smirked, linking his muscular arm with mine as I offered him a small smirk and we walked over to the bar he had originally been sitting at.

He resumed his original spot on the bar, anyone who had been near his spot instantly dispersing. It's Alec Cohen for christ sake, nobody, and I mean nobody wants to mess with him. 

"Here, have some." He slid down a shot of tequila on the bar to me smoothly.

I picked up the glass and downed it with ease, the entire interaction all under 6 seconds. The liquid barely burned on its way down my throat, and I turned to him with a classy and satisfied grin.

Finding out that my dear dead daddy was the leader of one of the cruelest criminal mafias on the planet? Oh, well, lets just say that that really took a toll on my mental health. Not to mention that my beloved uncle is now the leader of said mafia?

Can't say it was expected!

Being some people pleaser that constantly got walked all over was exhausting. I'm so fortunate now that that part of me is dead. Every day I used to put other people before myself, and just like I did then, I still loathe myself for it... it actually makes me skin prickle and crawl.

College was a bust. After the whole Bloodline shit show I forced myself to go back to college to try to relive my life as a normal girl. Lucky enough for me I got noticed fucking everywhere, as if it would've been any other way. I kept up the tiring act for two years, and I graduated early. I forced myself to take a bunch of extra classes, barely left the apartment, barely saw anybody.

But I couldn't bare to do it for much longer, hide in the shadows and feel shame crawl up my neck anytime I heard the name Nate DeRosé.

Lucky enough for me I was made an offer by a very important and intelligent someone.

That someone was Brady.

He offered me a deal. To associate with him and Devils Spawn in exchange for wealth, fame, and revenge.

So how could I say no to that?

I honestly am still unsure as to why Brady has such a vendetta against Nate, I mean he explained part of it to me a few months ago. Something along the lines of that since Nate got the painting Brady got punished badly, something in regards to his family? I don't know, he didn't go into much detail, but I do know that Andrew, Alec, and Dennis, got fucked even worse than Brady did.

So the entire thing made him vexed. He claimed that he told Nate they couldn't kill him, basically mansplaining that he was untouchable, invincible.

I don't know about that much.

And even though to the public it looks like we're dating, spoiler alert, we're not. We're just pretending that we are, obviously free to see other people. It's just an act we've been putting on for a couple of months, in an attempt to hurt Nate.