Broken Lyrics (Book 3 of the Black Heart Series)

Two

Asher

A week had passed and no one had changed their minds, which meant that I was currently seated on my walkway, waiting for my moronic twin to show his ass and pick me up.

Chris had volunteered to drive some of the band's gear to Maine. On the direct other end of the US, and enlisted my ass to help.

It was all bullshit, if you asked me. I had tried so hard to avoid the east coast, and had succeeded for sixteen years. But now, I wasn't only being dragged back, but I had to spend countless days in the car with my pussy of a brother.

"Well, hello there." The woman's voice was sultry, but it did nothing for me. It never had.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I looked up at obviously phony, overly tanned blonde.

I hated Erika. She was the one night stand that never left. Henry, our agent, wanted me to play nice, but me and everybody in the band were sick of her shit. Hell, I was sick of her before I even got my piece.

"I came to see for myself that you were actually leaving." She placed her manicured hands on her nearly bare hips, jutting them toward me and I snorted.

"I meant, how did you even get past the gate?" I asked, "It was locked."

"Henry gave me the code," She smiled snidely, "Since you never did invite me over."

"For good reason." I rolled my eyes, "I don't allow chicks at my place."

She was about to say something else, when my brother pulled up in his Escalade, his wife following behind him in her pretty little Aston Martin.

I chuckled when he saw the chick and visibly groaned, before he climbed out to help me with my electric and my bags.

"Tell me she isn't coming..." He glared at the intruder.

"Hell no," I exclaimed as I stood up and began moving my shit, "She shouldn't even be here. Henry gave her the fucking code."

"He knows that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him." She smiled at my brother, tossing her hair extensions over her shoulder.

Chris was laughing when I cringed, but Reegan stepped out of her car and trained her eyes on Erika.

Reegan was little, but fierce. No one, not even Gabe, played an electric guitar like her ass did. I didn't even know another woman who could fight like her either. She was pregnant, but even took down a fangirl, who hit on Chris a few weeks ago. She had court in a few months for thaat shit.

"Oh no, honey," She waddled over to where Erika towered over her, "You need to go back to that rock Ash found you under! Cause we don't want you here."

"Excuse me?" Erika glared down at the very pregnant Reegan, "Do you even know who I am, little girl? I'm Ash's girlfriend, so don't disrespect me."

That made Ree laugh. A full, heart-filled laugh.

"Oh, no sugar. You are just the sleazy prostitute that Henry hired to play Ash's girlfriend for the cameras." She leaned closer to Erika and whispered, "It's because Ash has kind of been keeping on the low and needed scandal. So, he got him a prostitute."

"I am NOT a prostitute!" Erika's jaw dropped as Chris and I chuckled.

"But you get paid for screwing people?" Reegan crossed her arms and her brow furrowed, "Honey, I hate to break it to you, but that's a prostitute."

"And what do you do in this band, fatty?" Erika was fighting her best to keep afloat. It wasn't working.

"She's my wife," Chris walked over to Reegan's side, happily placing his arm around his wife's waist, "And she may be pregnant, but she shouldn't be messed with. Trust me, you won't win."