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Chapter 1
I checked the address again, 162 Park, yep definitely the right place. I looked up at the empty windows, shit this guy knew I was coming, I only spoke to him two hours ago! I banged on the door again making it shake in it's frame, I was really pissed now. I had a brief fleeting moment when I thought something was wrong, my protective instincts kicking in. I reached into the waistband of my jeans at the back wrapping my hand around the handle of my gun.
I was just about to draw it when suddenly one of the top windows opened, "What the fuck do you want? Do you know what fucking time it is?" a seriously pissed looking guy asked leaning out of the window. He looked like he was suffering from a serious hangover, or just coming down on a particularly bad trip. Wow this is gonna be a long tour!
"Are you Johnny? I'm Ethan Scott, we spoke on the phone" I said raising my eyebrows at him holding out my wallet to show him my agents badge. He slapped his forehead hard, ok this guy is definitely high! Fuck it I hate rock stars!
"Right yeah, fuck it sorry I forgot you were coming, I'll be right down" he said slamming the window shut. I heard banging and crashing coming from upstairs, "Fuck it Ali, just go back to sleep!" I heard him shout. Great, groupies I'll have to chuck out when he's done with them!
The footsteps, bangs and curses got louder as he got closer, finally he opened the door in a pair of jeans running his hand through his messy blonde hair, I had obviously just got him out of bed. He had tattoo's over almost every inch of his chest and arms of various things, none of them particularly tasteful.
"Sorry dude, come on in" he said waving a hand for me to come in. I noticed he had black nail varnish on and the remnants of eyeliner that had smudged under one eye.
"Thanks, sorry I woke you, you did say eleven right?" I asked looking at his bloodshot eyes, yep a smack head, great those are fun, not!
"Yeah, eleven, sorry my girl stayed over, I kind of lost track of time if you know what I mean" he said winking at me.
He pointed to what I assume was supposed to be a kitchen, when I walked in there was empty pizza boxes and Chinese food cartons everywhere. Beer bottles and cans littering the floor around the bin and a suspicious looking white powder peppered the worktop. He noticed me surveying the damage, "After gig party last night" he said laughing obviously proud of the mess so he must have had a good time.
"Right, well like we discussed on the phone, your safety is my number one priority, I'll do whatever's needed to make and keep you safe but I'm not a skivvy, you want my services you don't ask me even once to get you anything or do anything that's not protection related" I said sternly. There was no fucking way I was going out to get drink or drugs for him or anything else his warped little drugged up mind could think of!
He frowned "Wow, attitude dude, I won't be spoken to like that" he said angrily as he slammed his fist down on the worktop.
I smiled politely, "Ok fine, I guess we've both had our time wasted" I said as I turned and started walking to the door again.
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