14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

32. Mr.Brownstone

Axl:

We were in Philly today. The much talked about black private jet of Crüe was finally here. Which meant they stopped taking the tour bus.

They invited us today to ride with them I wanted to go but Izzy would be alone then, so I decided to not go.

I still don't know what happened in New York. Tommy found her, but neither he nor Mick or anyone else opened their mouth about it. It was like some kind of a secret rule between them where they vowed to keep all information about her a secret.

I tried. I tried asking them about it, the next day while we were at the strip club for the after party, I asked Tommy in the most casual tone ever what happened and why she was on tour with us, but he proved to be a smart ass and brushed it off with some dumb joke, I know he was faking it.

I even made Steven ask Nikki, despite his strung-out condition he managed to tell Steven to 'fuck off'.

Right now it's been two days since I saw her. She just remained in the hotel and didn't even bother coming out of the room or to the venue.

Yesterday while I was coming out of my room I saw Tommy standing in front of her door asking her to come with us for the show.

But all that came was,"No. I see your stupid show every day. Go away, Tommy."

I couldn't really understand why I was worried, if she and I were friends I would have probably kicked open that fucking door and dragged her out of that bed, but who the fuck am I to do that?

I sat on my bed smoking a cigarette. Clothes were scattered all across the floor. From outside the room, I can still hear that bitch cursing and banging at the door.

"You asshole at least give me my clothes back!" She screamed in a high pitched voice

Brought her over from the hotel restaurant but she wouldn't stop talking after we fucked. She wanted me to take her along for the rest of the tour. I finally kicked her out.

"Axl open the door." I heard another female voice

I don't care who that bitch calls I ain't gonna open this door.

"Axl! Open the fucking door, it's Nadia. I wanna talk to you." My ears pricked and my gaze turned towards the door.

"What do you want?" I asked

"I want to talk to you. It's important." She said

Fuck it. Sighing I got up from the bed and put on my jeans before I opened the door. But before I could register anything the brunette I kicked out a few minutes back walked past the both of us into the room hurriedly and put on her clothes. Oh!

"You really had to do that?" I turned to Nadia

She was wearing an oversized plaid shirt, her eyes sunken deep like she hasn't slept in days, slouching forward she looked weak like one-touch she could shatter like glass, when did she last eat or drink!?

"You wanted her to leave? Well leaving her naked in the corridor isn't gonna help. What the fuck is wrong with you?" She said scrunching her eyebrows together. I remained silent as the brunette walked out of the room after collecting all of her shit and not before flipping me off.

Whatever it's showtime. I went back in and put on my shirt while she waited at the door.

Locking the door behind us, we started walking towards the elevator where we were joined by Mick.

Mick nodded at me before he walked ahead of us to go and press the elevator while I walked beside her, trying to steal glances without making it seem obvious.