Free Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) by Bec Botefuhr

heavily built. I would say more fat then muscle but he isn’t small. He steps forward and his black boot crunches on the gravel. Do I know this man? Why is his voice so familiar? He steps closer again, and I move backwards.
    “Who are you?”
    “You don’t remember me?”
    Demon , that voice. How could I have forgotten that voice? My heart skitters and I try to take another step back but he grips my arm. His fingers pinch into my skin and I yelp. He grins, and the sight of it twists my stomach.
    “Please, go away.”
    “I only wanna talk.”
    “How did you find me here?”
    “My darling Jasmine said you would be here.”
    Jasmine? What the fuck.
    I step back again, but he yanks me towards the car. I scream as loudly as I can, but most people don’t involve themselves in others problems in this city. I kick and scream, biting down on his arm as he shoves me in and slams the door. He wraps a hand around my throat and presses a gun to my temple. I stop kicking.
    “Please,” I choke. “I didn’t do anything.”
    “I said I only wanted to talk, tell me Mischief, how is Daddy?”
    “Let me go.”
    “Enjoying my step daughter is he?”
    “I don’t know!” I hiss.
    “You know,” He says, sitting back casually while still holding a gun to my temple. “I thought when you left it was the best thing that could have happened to him, cut his damned heart out it did. I beat the shit out of him, nearly killed him. Bet he didn’t tell you that? Without you though, he didn’t care and the game got, well, a little boring. Then Jasmine, bless her heart, told me you were back in town and I thought well, won’t that be fun?”
    “I don’t see him, let me go.”
    “Don’t lie to me girl, see, I can handle a lot of things, I hate fucking liars.”
    “Just let me go.” I cry.
    “Tell him hello, won’t you?” He grins, and then everything goes black as he brings a ringed knuckle down onto my face.
    I wake when my body is being tossed onto the side wa lk. I stumble to my knees and can taste the blood on my lip. Anger boils over, Jasmine ratted us out, and she told Demon I was back. I stand on shaky legs, recognizing the neighborhood. They have dropped me off down the road from Chief’s house. I stand and look down at my grazed knuckles and skinned knees. I press my fingers to my lips, split.
    I force my legs to move and I walk slowly towards Chief’s house. When I am close, I hear the music and laughing. I can’t wreck this night for him, but he has to know about Jasmine. Thinking of her makes my blood boil. When I step around the corner and into the front yard where the bonfire is blaring, I see the entire club around drinking and chatting. I spot Chief , and Jasmine is sitting beside him laughing and smiling. That does it for me, I walk in and I hear the men calling my name and trying to grip my arms.
    “Shit Mischief, what happened?”
    “Holy fuck”
    Chief looks up and his eyes widen, he stands but doesn’t get to speak because I leap forward. I crash over the back of a chair and grip Jasmine ’s hair, yanking her backwards. She lands with a scream and a thud as we stumble over the grass. She swings around and I grip her hair again, twisting it so hard she bellows and drops her arms. I yank her face close.
    “You little fucking bitch, do you see my face, do you fucking see it?” I scream.
    “Mischief” Chief yells.
    “Let em ’ go Chief.”
    “She’s fucking hurt.”
    “I know what you did!” I snarl. “I know you told Demon I was back in town; I know you told him where I was today. How could you?”
    I don’t let her answer, I drive a fist into her mouth sending her stumbling backwards. She trips and lands on the grass again, and crawls backwards as I charge towards her. Chief catches me just before I put my boot into her ribs. He wraps his arms around my waist, pinning mine to my sides.
    “What is going on?”
    “Ask her!” I snarl.
    “I am asking you, who did this?”
    “Who do you