"Get the fuck out here, Holden, or I’ll have to kill you." Carlie wasn’t joking. That glint in her eyes said she’d think nothing of knifing him.
What the hell was Holden King doing in Trouble and what was his history with Carlie?
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Bonus Chapter – Rock Star Returns
AS SOON AS THE SONG started, I recognized his voice. How could I ever forget it? That voice still echoed through my dreams, causing me to wake in a cold sweat. If I could, I'd have knocked that radio to the ground and smashed it beneath my feet, shattering it into silence, every little piece destroyed so that Holden King would shut the fuck up and stop torturing me. But, since I was sitting in the back seat of a cab on my way to work, that option was kind of impossible.
"Can you change the channel?" I asked the driver.
"Huh?"
Lyrics about a girl with cherry red lips and a killer smile floated in the air.
"Just change the fucking channel already."
Was he deaf or just stupid?
I had the cherry red lips and I'd kill Holden King with more than my smile if I ever saw him again. That was a certainty. Not just with my smile but with my fists and any weapon I had close to hand.
Three years ago Holden walked out of my life. I'd tried to wipe him from my mind. I'd done everything in my power to exterminate him but he crept back in like a roach infestation. Sometimes a smell, sometimes a glimpse of black hair in the same style. I'd accidentally walk through the wrong neighborhood and see a place we'd gone to eat or a bar we drank at. Times like that, the flood of memories threatened to overwhelm me. My stomach would clench in the most revolting way, which only showed how much I hated him.
When the memories overwhelmed me, I'd do whatever it took to purge them. Drink, party. Sometimes a one-night stand with someone whose name I never bothered to remember.
"You don't like 'Rock Princess'? This song is huge. Huge. It's going to be the song of the year."