Hard Fucking Death Core

BONUS CHAPTER 1

First of all, we don't do the Santa Claus thing. The Three Wise Men bring presents to kids in Spain on 6 January so, according to our standards, this is still a Christmas gift. Or a New Year's Eve one, if you prefer. 

Secondly, I'm not writing a sequel. Zu requested a bonus chapter and what Satan wants, Satan gets (and I have a weak spot for pretty and red-haired ladies, sue me) But I'm enjoying this story and will write two chapters, maybe three if I decide to add a little hot smut in the end. Do not expect a whole new story, this is a little treat and I'll be back with Ink Slinger updates soon. 

Happy New Year! Be gay and do crime in 2022!

"Well done, bitches," Ruby whispers for the last time before getting up slowly to take a shower, holding back a moan.

The Hardcores are exhausted, sweating, thirsty, hungry and their muscles are sore... The usual feelings after a great concert. The Allegiant Stadium of Las Vegas has vibrated while my beautiful girl played her famous guitar solo, more than 65,000 people have sung the chorus, the energy filling the stadium was amazing, all the girls in the first row fell in love with Mads when she winked at them and Zu broke three drumsticks. And they did all that without doing hard drugs.

I'm very proud of them. They got to the last concert of the tour keeping their promise: they posed for photographers, signed autographs, did sound checks and interviews, they rehearsed new songs, danced and sang, drank and smoked a little bit of weed... but that was all. I've been holding back my breath for long weeks, watching them feeling more and more tired and changing alcohol for energy drinks, wondering if they'd be able to withstand the pressure. But they did... No traces of blow or amphetamines. And, in addition to that, during those moments they felt weak and their determination faltered, they asked for help swallowing their pride and the other Hardcores supported them.

I bend down to grab the clothes scattered around the floor, T-shirts and towels soaked in sweat, Lzzy's boots and Taylor's leather miniskirt, and drop everything on the couch. The girls laugh in the bathroom while I get closer to the vanity station and gather the makeup scattered around shoving everything into toilet bags... I lost count of how many times I've done this during these past weeks while my guts got more and more tensed, waiting... a moment that never came. Ruby ignored all the fans, pretty models, politicians' wives, the daughters of media tycoons, all those women who tried to sit down on her lap and seduce her ended up landing on their asses on the floor when she pushed them away. She's always come back to me, sleeping by my side every night. Most surprising of all, Mads has done the same despite she never promised me to be faithful and I never asked her to do so.

The relief I feel knowing that we're going back home has made me realize that I was feeling insecure, actually: a small area of my mind still believed that the leader of HFDC was going to cheat on me. They attended parties and had fun with their fans, as usual, but when the girls tried to take things one step further, the two Hardcores shook their heads and moved a step back. Some paparazzi have noticed the change, of course, above all concerning Madison's behaviour, but they think it's the consequence of quitting drugs. So, this is a serious relationship, definitely, I'm going to marry Ruby... and the blonde bass player will be our lover. I can't help smiling looking at my face in the mirror, the black eyeshadow Taylor applied around my eyes a few hours ago is running down my cheeks and the jacket Lzzy gave me as a present is wrinkled, my hair is a mess but I don't care... My life with the Hardcores is wonderful and crazy.

"I'll go outside to smoke... I need fresh air." Mads walks out of the bathroom buttoning up a flashy shirt printed with pink and yellow flowers, only three buttons, of course, and her wet hair falls over her forehead. "I'll wait in the parking lot near the van."