Take Me for Granted (Take Me #1)(41)

I shook my head. Well, now, she’s talkative.

“Yeah. They played a show in the city that was pretty big, but the music festival is by far the biggest lineup. They’ll get to hang out with other celebrities. They could even get picked up there. It’s a great opportunity. I mean, I’d be sad if they had to tour the country, but it would be worth it. They’re so amazing.”

Tour the country? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. They had been picked up on a whim for the Poconos music festival when someone saw them at the Halloween show, and that show had only happened because another band had dropped out of the lineup.

No need to jump too many steps forward. I’d just gotten Grant. I didn’t want him to leave to tour the country. I knew what the groupies were like here. I couldn’t imagine how much worse they’d be if ContraBand got signed.

Good Lord, Cheyenne’s pity warnings are getting to me. Grant and I had been official for less than three hours, and I was already doubting everything.

Chapter 25: Grant

The week of Thanksgiving, Ari left to visit her family in Boston. I spent the time with my guitar.

Music lifted me up, tore me open, infused others with my very being, and then healed all our wounds. It had been for a very long time what made my world tick

But I’d never been a particularly good lyricist. I knew what I wanted to say, but that would never translate to what I actually wrote. When Miller wrote songs, they had a life force, a beating heart, an inherent energy. Yet, when I sat down to try to make that happen, I would end up tossing out more pieces of paper than were left in the notebook.

All of a sudden, I couldn’t shut my brain off. The voices were there, incessantly calling for me to give them meaning. Every time I ignored them, they would come back full force until it was all I could do to get the words down.

When I handed the sheets of paper to Miller on our first day back to rehearsal, he looked at me like I was mental.

“Who’d you steal this from?”

“Your mother.”

“And here I thought you reserved Mom jokes for Vin.”

“I’m happy Grant is banging someone else’s Mom for once,” Vin chimed in.

“You know, I always give preference to Italian pu**y.” I smacked Vin on the arm and retreated to my guitar stand.

“Sounds like you’re only giving preference to a certain pu**y lately,” Vin said.

I shrugged and slung my baby over my head. “And?”

“And…” Vin glanced at Miller and McAvoy for support.

Miller just ignored him, and McAvoy looked half-baked in the back of the garage.

“Bro, you’re a f**king king, a f**king legend. You’ve bagged more chicks than anyone else. Your reputation is f**king off the charts. What the f**k are people going to say if you give all that up for some bitch?”

“Vin,” Miller warned.

I didn’t know what happened. I just reacted. I grabbed Vin by the front of his shirt and threw him into the nearest wall. “I’m going to f**king tell them to mind their own f**king business.”

Miller and McAvoy were there in a split second. I hadn’t even realized that McAvoy could move that fast in his state. Soon, they had my arms behind my back and were hauling me away from Vin. My own brother, and I had been ready to f**king destroy him over one dipshit comment.

I shrugged the guys off of me and ran a hand back through my hair. I needed to f**king get my shit under control.

“What the f**k is wrong with you?” Vin yelled.

“Why the f**k are you provoking him?” Miller asked. “You’ve known he’s been with the same chick for a while.”

“Stay out of this, Miller,” Vin snapped. Vin took a step forward and got in my face. “You think she’s changed you? I’ve known you since you were twelve f**king years old. You’ve been scamming girls into f**king your dumbass for nearly as long. And now, you’re getting up in my face for pointing that shit out?”

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to f**king lay him on his guido ass. I wanted to bury him with his words. He lived in my f**king house. He played in my f**king band. He could learn how to f**king treat a brother.

“I don’t need to hear this shit.” I turned and walked toward the door.

“You’re just going to f**king back down and walk away?” Vin taunted me.

“I’m going to f**king get out of here before I beat the shit out of you.”

“All of this over one chick?”

I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. “Just think, Vin, more pu**y for you.”

Shit was still tense between Vin and me backstage at the next ContraBand show. We’d rehearsed during the last week, but there had been no chance of us trying my new song when neither of us could see eye-to-eye on anything. It was our last show before the Poconos music festival, and we couldn’t even agree on a set for tonight.

A part of me refused to see reason in what Vin had said. I could do whatever the f**k I wanted with whoever I wanted. If that meant I was spending all my time with Aribel and not f**king dumb useless chicks, then I was entitled to that choice. But the other part of me saw exactly what Vin had spouted. Could someone do a one-eighty in a couple of months? I hadn’t gotten my dick wet because of her. Is it even worth that?

It was f**king Ari. I wanted to say yes. I’d told her she was worth waiting for. But just hearing Vin talk about it had made me second-guess everything I’d offered her at the beach. I was some uneducated jackass with no future and more than a few skeletons in my past. My reputation was warranted because the line of girls I’d f**ked stretched from one end of the state to the other. Had I actually changed? Or did I just want to believe I had for her?