First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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“Dude, you're gonna have to get a grip. This shit's not gonna work," Sawyer started in on me first thing the next morning. “You can’t concentrate on the performance. You even fuck in the damn greenroom, and sure, you’ve always done that, but when it was time to go back on, you dropped what you were doing to get out there. I get that you aren’t gonna treat Felicity the way you treated the others. I see that this time it’s different and I’m happy for you. But you’re acting like she’ll disappear. Save fucking her until you get her home and can finish it. When we’re working, we’re working.” Sawyer had been standing in the living room, apparently waiting on me to walk.
I closed the door behind me and glared at him. “Don’t refer to what I do with Felicity as fucking.”
Sawyer's eyes went wide, and he ran a hand through his hair then laughed. “Holy shit,” he said, then threw up his arms in the air. “What is this with her then? You're gonna tell me that you love her? Because, man, I know you. You don’t do that. You don’t act like this.”
I wasn’t that guy anymore.
“I do with her,” I replied, then dropped my keys on the table and walked toward the kitchen.
I had made Felicity coffee and walked her to her car this morning. I made her promise to wake me up when she got up and she had. Seeing her first thing in the morning was even better than I imagined. Sawyer was not going to ruin this for me. I had held her sleepy body against me and kissed her face.
“Not done talking,” he called out after me.
“Nothing to talk about,” I replied, grabbing the coffeepot to pour myself a cup. I was exhausted, but I had some things to handle today. First thing was Kyrie.
She had called and texted me fifteen fucking times last night before I’d had to turn my phone off. I hadn’t wanted Felicity to see that. Kyrie needed to know I was unavailable, to back the hell off and go find another booty call.
“Are you in love with her? Just answer me that. Because if that’s it, I get it. But if this is some insane obsession you’ve got, then you need help. Because the way you’re acting is whack”
“I love her. She fills the void. She’s my soul.”
Sawyer leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen and stared at me. I turned back to my coffee and took a sip. He had wanted to know. Fine. Now he knew. Nothing was going to be the same. I was different, and I never wanted to go back.
“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” he muttered.
“Probably,” I agreed, and smiled at him over my coffee cup.
He laughed. “Fucker.”
Banging on our door almost caused me to spill my coffee. Sawyer froze then glanced back at the door. “What the hell? Did you piss off your sister again?” he grumbled, then headed for the door.
Setting my cup down, I followed him. I hadn’t done anything to bring Tatiana beating on my door again. That couldn’t be her.
He jerked the door open, and Kyrie came barreling past him with a tear-streaked face and wild eyes.
“You!” She pointed at me. “I called you over and over, you motherfucker! I left you messages, damn you. Did you listen to any of them? Or were you too busy with your shiny new toy?”
“Oh, shit,” Sawyer said, and stepped away from Kyrie as she flung her arms around, yelling.
“You should've took the hint,” I replied, annoyed that she was causing such a scene. We were never a fucking couple. She was easy and she wasn’t clingy. This shit was not okay.
"Took the hint?” she spit. “Took the fucking hint? Are you kidding me?” she continued yelling.
“It’s early. Could you bring it down a notch or ten?” Sawyer said from the spot across the room he had moved to.
She held her hand up as if to block him out. “Don’t act like I am crazy. Don’t look at me with that stupid annoyed glare. Do not treat me that way. I never asked anything of you. You were Kyson Grey freaking Montenegro. I was lucky you fucked me more than once. I knew that, and I was pathetic enough to take what I could get. But now you think you can toss me out and ignore my calls. That’s not gonna fly this time, asshole. You finally fucked up.”
Her yelling had turned to a cold, calculating tone. She took a step toward me then she placed a hand on her stomach. “You got me pregnant. Now it’s time to grow up.”
Fear was too weak of a word. Unadulterated terror was more like it. I was having a nightmare. This wasn’t really happening. Not now. Not now. “No!” I roared, slamming my fist into the wall and glaring at the woman standing between me and the only thing I wanted in the world.
“That condom that broke two months ago? Remember that? I haven't slept with anyone but you in two months. Just you. Face it. You’re gonna be a daddy, Kyson.” The pleased tone in her voice made me want to grab her around the neck and squeeze until she couldn’t breathe. She was reveling in this. I hated her.
“Get her away from me,” I snarled, moving from her. I was going to snap if she didn’t shut up. I didn’t hit women. I never had. But the terror clawing at me had me wanting to destroy everything in my path. I picked up a lamp and slung it across the room, then turned back to look at Sawyer. “Get. Her. Away. From. Me.”
He moved, his eye wide. The pain I saw reflected there was more than I could handle. He knew it too. He knew what this meant. Fuck! No! I had to fix it. I had to save myself. If I lost her . . .
My legs gave out as the door behind me closed. I wrapped my arms around myself and held on. Everything was there in my hands. My world. My heart. My soul. Felicity held it all. She was all I wanted.
And I would lose her.
A sob tore from my chest, and I threw my head back and cried for the first time since I was nine years old and my mother had told me I was her biggest mistake.
