Free So Trashy (Bad Boy Next Door Book 2) by Kelley Harvey Page B

one-oh-one in don’t mess around with
the producer’s daughter .”
    If I’d known when I met her that she’d be so clingy, I’d
have skipped that pussy. Problem is, I didn’t know, and now I’m stuck between
my dick and a hard place because she doesn’t want to retract her claws and let
me loose. No matter what I tell her.
    “So, someone you shouldn’t have taken out?”
    “Met her on set, the movie before last. Didn’t really know
who she was when we first…”—fucked—“went out. But it didn’t take long to figure
out she was the producer’s daughter. He’d brought her along because she’d never
been to Italy.”
    “And you two didn’t hit it off?” He quirks an eyebrow.
    “ She thinks we did. Now, I’m fucked, because there’s
a leading role I’m trying to land with Razor Wire Productions, who her daddy
now works for—correction, her daddy now runs. Hazards of working in a small
industry.”
    He tucks the stack of messages into my hand, folding my
fingers over them. “Well, good luck with that, Son.”
    I nod. “Thanks, Pops.”
    Good luck. I need more than luck to get rid of this particular
boil on my ass.

    The phone vibrates in the seat next to me. I pull into the
parking space and pick it up.
    I slide my finger across the screen. “Stephens. What the
hell are you up to?”
    “Hiya, Fontaine. I haven’t heard from you since you left. Thought
I’d see what my favorite Marine’s been up to.”
    “Shit. I was never your favorite, just the one you never
bagged.”
    He chuckles. “All right, you got me. But I always liked you,
even though you never sucked my cock.”
    “You have to have a cock to get sucked, Stephens.”
    “Man! Still busting balls.” I can hear his grin through the
phone.
    “Some things will never change. Hey, I’ve got to go. What
did you need?”
    “Well, my buddy Russell and I are taking a road trip. We
both took two weeks leave, and we’re going to Florida. You’re in Louisiana,
right?”
    “You stopping in to see me?”      
    “Fuck yeah, we are!”
    “Text me the deets. I’ll try to make sure I’m off work for a
day or two.”
    “So, you don’t mind my friend crashing at your place too?”
    “I’ll have to check with my Aunt. It’s really her place, but
I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
    “Oohrah. Let me know if there’s any problem. Otherwise, I’ll
see you then.”
    “Sounds good.” I hang up, smiling.
    It’ll be good to hang with Stephens again, and this Russell
guy—I don’t know him, but he’s a Marine. Marines are my people. I’ve missed my
people.
    Why the fuck did I get out? Maybe I should re-enlist.
    Doesn’t matter right this second though. That’s a decision
for another time. Today, I have to do what needs to be done to help Aunt
Delores right now. No matter how much I hate the thought.
    I suck in a deep breath, knowing this is stepping backward,
right into the role that everyone I grew up around expected me to play all
along. My stomach turns inside out.
    Well, fuck them. They can just kiss my ass. I’ll take care
of those I love, no matter what. That’s the thing that separates me from
my mother.

    I watch the mirror. Fucking Thugs. You’d think they were the
ones stalking me and not the paparazzi.
    Fuck it. They’ll just have to keep up. I white knuckle the
hand grips, pushing my old bike to its limits. Next time I go somewhere, we’re
pulling the fucking bike on a trailer—my new bike, the one with all the power.
    Damn her. My gut simmers as I burn up the road toward
Slidell. When she said she was starting her new job, I thought she meant a different job. What the fuck is she thinking? And working for that douche, Lonnie Fisher?
    I hit the parking lot, skidding to a stop. I jump from my
bike, pulling my helmet from my head as I yank open the door to the club. It
takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the dark penetrated by beams of flashing
lights. It’s enough to give someone a fucking seizure.
    The place is