Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  “Fuck that,” I say and step between Kip and a man with a death glare.

  “Your sister grabbed my man’s cock after he made repeated attempts to get away from her. He didn’t push her. She’s embarrassed herself so I’ll call it even and we’ll be on our way,” I say.

  “Fuck you, bitch,” he says and spits in my face then on my feet.

  I close my eyes and wipe the spit from my face and then look up at him. Our security is trying to step between both groups as they begin pushing forward. I catch a flash of his sister behind him and smile.

  “Now I’m going to fuck your sister up,” I say and smile at him.

  “Yeah? You and who’s fucking army?” he asks.

  I throat punch him and instantly regret it because my hand hurts like hell, but I follow it up with a nut shot and he doubles over. Fists start flying and I push through the men in the other group until I finally get to the blonde haired sister. She smiles like she’s been expecting me and then throws a punch that splits my lip open.

  Fuck that hurt!

  I lose my balance and land against the back of one of her assholes, so I’m shoved almost upright. She’s coming at me again but I duck in time and bulldoze her until we both go down. I climb on top and punch her in the face. She leans to the side and bites my left arm. I can’t get her to let go and it feels like she’s trying to take a bite out of my flesh so I punch her repeatedly until she releases.

  “You fucking bitch!” I scream.

  The music is cut but I keep throwing my fist into her face until arms wrap around me and pull me from her. I kick and throw my arms out to slip out of the hold but I’m held too tightly. As quickly as I’m picked up I’m forcefully placed down onto the filthy club floor. My arms are pulled behind my back and secured with what I’m assuming are handcuffs.

  Great. Not this again.

  “You have the right to remain silent…,” the cop begins, but he drowns out as I raise my head as much as I can and look for my friends and family.

  I quickly find Jessica, Tabithia, Memphis, and Jagger near me. They all look to be okay, but a little disheveled.

  “Do you understand your rights?” the cop finishes.

  “Yep,” I answer cockily.

  I’m pulled to a standing position and finally find Kip, Cory, Joe, Koi, and Rhys who are all in cuffs too. I smile at them, but Kip begins fighting for release.

  “She’s fucking bleeding!” he screams, but the cop throws him down on the floor to stop his tantrum.

  “Kip stop!” I yell. “They’ll charge you with resisting.”

  He goes completely still and I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

  The officer pulls me towards the entrance where the flashes of paparazzi click incessantly. I smile at them like I’m on the red carpet. I wish I could flip them off too. I’m shoved into the back of a car alone, but straighten as much as I can to catch a peek of my people coming out of the club. The car is surrounded by cops and papz so I can’t see shit until the door opens and Jagger is placed into the back of the car with me. He’s got a cut above his eyebrow that’s bleeding but has a smile firmly in place.

  “Been too fucking long,” he laughs.

  “Ha. We were definitely overdue,” I reply and laugh with him.

  The car door opens again but I can’t see who they’re trying to put in the car with us. I can however see them lead Kip past us and the entire block can hear him.

  “I’m pressing charges for sexual harassment! That bitch had her hands all over me!” he says dramatically to the cameras. “I’m a taken man! I might be Sir Sexy Mother Fucker, but ladies you can only look. You can’t touch this!” he screams. “I was sexually harassed against my will and then a man spit on my baby mama! You don’t spit on a man’s baby mama! Where’s my baby mama?”

  “Sir, please calm down,” a man says to him.

  “I want to be with my baby mama! Henley!!!” Kip yells at the top of his lungs.

  “Kip!!!” I yell back through the door.

  “Take me to my baby mama!”

  “Sir, we’re putting you in a separate car.”

  “Fuck this! I’m going to be knighted by the Queen of England. You can’t treat me and my baby mama like this. I’m the Sexiest Man Alive and I was sexually harassed!” he yells.

  The door to our car is closed once again, and I realize they aren’t going to put Kip into the car with me. His frantic and dramatic voice fades. I fall back onto the seat and laugh like hell. I’m sure that video is going to get millions of hits on YouTube. Jagger’s almost dying of laughter beside me.

  “Now everyone is going to think you’re pregnant,” he says between laughs.

  “They’ll probably poll whether the child is yours, Kip’s, or Ian’s,” I add with more giggles.

  He laughs even harder, “This shit shouldn’t be funny, but it is. Maybe it’s the whiskey.”

  “No, it’s our life. I have to laugh so I don’t cry,” I chuckle.

  “You alright, Hen?” he asks and I turn my head to take him in.

  “I got that bitch good,” I smile.

  “You always do,” he smiles back.

  “You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

  “You are too. She split your lip open.”

  “She bit me like a fucking child,” I say. “I hope she doesn’t have a communicable disease.”

  The door opens and I hear Rhys yelling as dramatically as Kip was.

  “I was framed! I know my rights! I watch TV! Where’s my lawyer? I don’t have to say shit to you! Fuck this shit! Fuck the Po-Po! I’m not going anywhere until one of you pigs gets me my attorney! I get one mother fucking call!” he screams.

  “You’ll get your phone call at the station, son,” a man tells him.

  “Fuck that. Give me my cell and I’ll call now. I can’t help those pussies fight like bitches. I was standing there minding my own business, and an asshole came at me with his fist. I have the right to defend myself. It was self-defense dammit! Then he spit on my baby mama! What would you do if a mother fucker spit on your baby mama?”

  Rhys is pushed onto my lap in the car, so I slide over and make room for him before someone slams the door on us. We burst into laughter all at once.

  “How’d I do, baby mama?” Rhys asks.

  “Gave ‘em something to talk about fo’ sho,” I answer.

  “I guess we’re polling whether the baby will be mine, Kip’s, Rhys’s, or Ian’s now,” Jagger chuckles.

  “You’ve been a busy girl,” Rhys looks at me with disappointment.

  We arrive at the station and are placed in cells but not before Kip and Rhys make another scene in the station. We’re recognized as soon as we enter the station. Civilians and officers alike greet us like we’re royalty. I smile and speak sweetly when spoken to.

  Tabithia and Jessica are already in a cell when I’m escorted in. They’re both shit faced but smiling.

  “Welcome to the family,” I tell Tabithia.

  She and Jessica laugh.

  Chapter 20

  Kip

  I wake with something hitting my skull.

  “Fuck,” I grumble and grab my head.

  I look around with one eye open and see Memphis and Rhys smiling at me from a bed.

  Shit. I’m in jail. I had a clinger, and she grabbed my cock and shit got out of hand quickly.

  “Remembering?” Memphis asks.

  “Fuck,” I grumble again.

  “We have a bail hearing in an hour,” Rhys says.

  “Where’s my baby mama?” I ask.

  “I’m assuming in another cell,” Memphis answers.

  “She okay?” I ask.

  “She was bleeding last night but I don’t know the extent of the damage,” he answers.

  Twenty minutes later we’re cuffed and shoved into a van where we ride to a courthouse. Paparazzi and news stations are camped out in front.

 
Damn they didn’t let me clean up. I have an image to uphold as Sir Sexy Mother Fucker.

  We’re led into a courtroom and asked to sit on the right side of the room where other prisoners in jumpsuits are also sitting. I see Meghan sitting with what appears to be other attorneys and Cam is sitting with the security guards who weren’t arrested. Cam’s punk ass stayed at the hotel to talk to his wife on the phone, so he didn’t get to have any fun with us. Samantha, a blonde chick, and a chick with streaked brunette hair are also sitting in the room. I wink at Samantha and she discreetly flips me off.

  “Dade County versus Kip Paxton,” the bailiff calls out and another officer motions for me to stand. I follow him and stand beside where Meghan has stood.

  “Ms. Cassidy, you’ve requested the court move forth with the arraignment hearing due to your client’s prior commitments. Does the District Attorneys have any objections?” the judge addressed Meghan and the prosecution.

  The district attorney stands, “I think we have enough evidence via video at this point to move forward. We would like time to confer with Ms. Cassidy regarding a plea bargain before we move forward. We do not object to bail, but recommend Mr. Paxton’s bail be set at $250,000.”

  “Would you like bail to be set for the same amount for the rest of Mr. Paxton’s associates?” the judge asks like we’re mobsters.

  I’m sort of digging having associates. I think I’ll use this term later.

  Everyone else has their bail set at $250,000, so we’re ushered into a large conference room somewhere in the courtroom. I realize how hot Meghan is when I see her go into attorney mode. She and some other lawyers argue back and forth on charges. They both refer to different videos and portions of each one. Apparently the Dade County Sheriff’s Office was quite offended by Rhys who said “fuck the Po-Po” and called them pigs. I can’t wait to get out of here and watch that shit on the computer. I always miss the good shit.

  Due to my obvious attempt to avoid the fight and the asshole spitting on Henley, we won’t be charged with criminal damage to property as long as we pay reparations to the club. The assault charges are downgraded to disorderly conduct and we’re all put on probation for two years and fined a shit ton of money. They’re discriminating against the wealthy.

  Assholes.

  Rhys has to issue a public apology and agree to do a campaign for the Dade County Sheriff’s Office for his disrespectful comments.

  And like that we’re out.

  Once we’ve made it back to the hotel, we’re summoned to a conference room where Samantha and Meghan wait for us.

  I think we made our mommies mad.

  “I know you’re all tired, so thank you for meeting us this morning,” Samantha starts off.

  Meghan adds, “With the help of Jessie we have realized we need additional support for the bands in both legal and public relations. As of last night’s events, we now realize this tour needs full time representation. Samantha and I are both in the process of merging our firms together to offer both services in one location. We’re also growing our businesses so it isn’t feasible for either of us to tour with you full time. We’ve both offered positions to Jamie and Hillary. Jamie is a very talented publicist who will be handling all four bands on this tour at all times. Hillary is a very insightful and knowledgeable attorney who will be joining the tour as well. They are both representations of our firm Davenport & Cassidy. If they need our assistance they will call us, but both women are completely competent and would handle any situation just as we would. Samantha and I will check in often and will continue to travel to check on things while you’re on the road.”

  We all welcome Jamie and Hillary cautiously. Neither Sam nor Megs has yelled at us, so we’re treading lightly.

  Samantha picks up where Meghan leaves off, “The record label is fielding several questions from the press regarding the incident that occurred last night. To be clear, Henley is not pregnant, correct?”

  “Jesus Christ. No, I’m not pregnant,” Henley rolls her eyes.

  “Great. That’s cleared up. Kip stop calling her baby mama in public. Henley are you sleeping with Rhys or Jagger? You were seen in the back of a car with both men and we are assuming Rhys was also referring to Henley as his baby mama,” Samantha asks.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!!” Kip yells.

  Henley pats my arm, “I’m fucking Kip and only Kip. The last person I was sexually active with was Ian Summers and it was video taped. Most of the world has seen it including most of the people in this room. The person I fucked before Ian was Jagger and our relationship and the subsequent collapse are both well documented. I was placed in the back of the car with both men and had no say in the matter. I was handcuffed as were they so it would be incredibly difficult for me fuck either of them much less both of them while incapacitated. Are we clear?” Henley answers with sass.

  “I like when you start using big words because they’re using big words,” I chuckle and kiss her cheek causing her to briefly smile.

  “All clear,” Meghan acknowledges Henley as she rolls her eyes.

  “People Magazine has called and may pull their previous offer for you Kip. They want a full explanation of all the events and the videos that are now online have to coincide with your statement. If you are found to be innocent in their eyes, they may not pull it,” Samantha advises.

  “I don’t give a shit. A skank grabbed my dick and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Her brother spit on Henley and called her a bitch, so I did what any man would’ve done. If they have a problem with me or any of my boys manning up, fuck them,” I say.

  “Fuck yeah!” all the men join in.

  Rhys stands and slaps his hand to the conference table, “I will publically boycott People Magazine and encourage all of our fans to do the same if they don’t give him the title of Sir Sexy Mother Fucker. This is asinine! I refuse to let some tools in a club ruin what we’ve worked for!”

  “Sit down. You said and I quote, ‘fuck the Po-Po and called them pigs,’ you’re in enough shit,” Meghan advises.

  “Fuck that. I was drunk and caught up in the moment. There is no room for error here!” Rhys yells.

  Samantha slaps her hand on the table next and stands to lean over the table and yell at Rhys, “You’re right, there’s no room for error. You are a public figure. You’ve been doing this gig entirely too long for me to explain this shit to you. Cameras are every fucking where these days so keep your antics down and act like you’re almost thirty years old!”

  Jagger slaps his hand on the table and jumps out of his seat, “We are acting like we’re thirty years old! Last I checked we’re fucking rock stars, not monks. A mother fucker comes at us because his drunk sister and her unwanted advances are rejected, then we stand our fucking ground. You’re not talking to a bunch of pussies here. Kip tried to walk away from that shit, and Cory and Joe attempted to stop it from getting worse. We did the adult thing, but don’t you dare tell me part of acting like an adult is being a pussy. That shit ain’t going to fly around here. We drink and have a good time because we work our asses off! We need to relieve stress and relax from time-to-time. That might mean some asshole with something to prove targets us, but it isn’t our fault. You can tell the record label to go fuck themselves. We’ve got enough money to start our own record company between us, and we’ve fulfilled our end of the contract. I’m so tired of living under the scrutiny of every Jack and Jane out there and having to apologize when they don’t like what they see. Stop looking if you don’t want to see how we live our lives. We’re human being's god dammit! And we’re acting like it! From now on, we do what the fuck we want and answer to no one. This shit is about the music, and this fucked up society makes it about everything else. So a heads up to all of you who want to micromanage me, I’m done. I’m not your fucking puppet anymore!”

  Jagger leaves the room and slams the door on his way out.

  “Henley, I need you to talk to Jag.
We’re doing our job here by cleaning this up,” Meghan says.

  “I’m not saying shit to Jag. I feel the same way he does and god knows the two of us have experienced more of that bullshit than anyone else in here. I’m tired of it too. I can’t even sit in the back of a cop car that I’m forcefully placed into without the world thinking I’m having a ménage à trois. Kip can’t call me his favorite nickname, Rhys can’t repeat, and I can’t be seen in proximity to another man without shit hitting the fan. We all grew up together and we’re a family so fuck the record company, the papz, and all the assholes who think they have the right to judge us.”

  Henley stands and leaves the room angrily.

  “Memphis? Please tell me you’ll be the sensible one,” Samantha pleads.

  “Nah, I’ve been in this shit way less than anyone else and I’m tired of watching the world judging our mistakes, personal lives, and decisions. Jag is right, we aren’t the ones who make it about this bullshit. We’re in it for the music. The music is selling, the tour is sold out, and the rest of it can either tear us apart every time gossip is printed or we can say fuck it and keep livin’ the life,” Memphis says.

  Koi adds, “We knew what we were getting into when we chased this dream. I get that, but who decides what fame entails? Our society does. If we quit feeding into this shit and show them we’re human beings and that we couldn't care less what they photograph or video maybe people will give less of a fuck about when I’m wiping my ass and what brand of toilet paper I use to do it with.”

  “Does anybody in here have any common sense and logic left?” Samantha asks with a death glare.

  Silence fills the room and we each look around to see what the verdict is.

  “I think that settles it. We’re tired of being puppets. Tell the record company to suck a dick. I’m tired, hungry, and I want to fuck my woman. I’m sorry we caused more work for you, but we made every attempt to avoid the altercation. Welcome aboard Jamie and Hillary,” I say and leave the room in search of Henley.