A Bitter Cinderella Story [Tom Keifer/Nikki Sixx fanfic]

Chapter 5: Mr. X

[Okay so HUGE warning for this chapter, it's long, graphic, and dark AF. Proceed with caution. We're in very mature territory here, so warning for sexual assault, drug use, and abuse!]

Shit, Leonel hung up the phone. Harvey Poole, the director of the new up-coming action thriller flick whose party he'd been ask to attend had changed his demands. Now he wanted the WHOLE band, not just one member. His new movie used two of Motley Crue's songs from Shout at the Devil, including the titular song the album was named after, along with Looks The Kill. 

Having the whole band meant press, which meant more attention on his movie. He needed this movie to receive a lot of buzz since his last major action movie had been a dud, not exactly a flop but having to compete with some big flicks that year, his flew under the radar with mixed reviews. This party was a big promotional party, a week before opening. 

"Maybe they could perform a few songs, I don't mind tossing a couple grand more..." Harvey really wanted this party to be memorable. 

No what he wanted was Harvey to owe him one, "Not necessary just provide the stage, sound equipment. I'll have my boys perform. All they'd really care about is free drinks, and hot chicks.' 

"Great, that's just great Leonel!" 

He had a lot on his plate today, shit it was Friday, party was tomorrow, he had Callum settling in Cinderella who were not pleased to be here. He hoped their apartment might just sweeten the bitter pill they were forced to take. He may have spent a little extra. Of course he'd deny any accusation placed before him if any dared to complain. They didn't have evidence. Just a bought of real bad luck. If any tried to cause trouble, well he'll deal with that when it came up. No point of imagining problems until there was one. He had to focus on gathering Motley Crue for tomorrow. 

They were still in the studio. Amazingly, Nikki and the others pulled off several new songs, recording them just on time to get the album out by June. A fucking miracle. 

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but I need a huge favor," Leonel waved to an annoyed Warman who loathed being interrupted during a session. Vince was in the booth recording his vocals. 

He beckoned everyone to him, "You know that movie that paid to use your songs? The director has asked me if you'd be willing to attend tomorrow and perform. Just a few songs. There'd be free drinks, and plenty of babes. I told him I'd see." 

Nikki snorted. At least he wasn't gonna be the only one there now. 

Vince looked annoyed, "Beth Lynn wanted me to come with her while we looked at wedding decorations--"

"I'm game!" Tommy Lee replied. 

Mick shrugged, "Whatever." 

"Vince, your girl will understand, this is for work! I'm glad you're all available. Now the dress code isn't suit and tie, but I want you all dressed sharply! Understand?"

After seeing a few nods, Leonel told them a car would be there to pick each of them up. 

"And Nikki make sure you shower and wear something clean okay?"

As he walked out the door, Nikki shot him the middle finger, what an asshole. 

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Callum sat trying not to fidget after the very tense meeting between the band and Euphoria. Shit what did Leonel do? Force them to sign? Blackmail them? Either way, they weren't pleased and Cal felt almost guilty. But hey on the bright side his career was secure, at least for now. 

"So any plans to celebrate tonight? The Strip has a lot of great clubs, I could get you all VIP access, introduce you to some folks.."

"Not interested." Tom snapped.