"Who are you?" I breath, staring up at the mans piercing green eyes.
"Billie Joe" he smirks, biting his lip. "I own the place" He says as his tongue swipes along his full, pink lips.
"C- can you f- fix my guitar?" I stutter, intimidated by the man in front of me.
"I can do a lot of things" Billie Joe steps forward. His hot breath was fanning my rain drenched face and the immediate smell of cigarettes and coffee made me shiver. His rough hand gently takes a hold of my chin, tipping my head upwards to look directly into his face.
"And I'll do it all for you"
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Pure Massacre // Billie Joe
FanfictionIn which a 42 year old Billie Joe Armstrong becomes obsessed with a broken, 17 year old girl. **DADDY SMUT**DRUG USE**INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE**
