Total Chaos by Nikki Ash EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Nikki Ash
- Language: English
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“THE LAST WE HEARD FROM RAGING CHAOS AFTER DRUMMER, GAGE SHARP, WAS
taken to the hospital due to a drug overdose is that they’re taking some time
off and requesting privacy during—”
The bitch yapping on the screen is cut off by an incoming call from my
mom. I hit ignore, but it immediately starts up again.
“Another, sir?” the bartender asks, nodding toward my empty glass.
“Yeah, and you can keep ’em coming,” I tell him as my phone rings
again. “As a matter of fact, if you could just bring me a bottle, that’d be
great.” Since the bar I’m drinking at is located in the building I live in, they
have my card on file. Normally, I’d just drink in my apartment, but right
now, it’s empty and lonely, and I hate being there more than I have to be.
The bartender nods and grabs me a new bottle, opening and placing it on
the bar top, along with a larger glass.
“If you need anything else, let me know,” he says before he walks away
to help someone at the other end of the bar.
My phone starts up again, and since she’s clearly not going to stop until I
answer, I hit accept and bring my phone up to my ear. “Yeah.” I pour myself
another double shot of Johnnie Walker Blue Label—my go-to—and throw it
“Hello? Who is this?”
“You called me, Mom,” I say dryly.
“Declan, I wasn’t sure if it was you. Is that how you answer the phone for
everyone who calls? It’s rather rude. I know you’re in a band, but—” The
word band comes out sounding like a curse word, and I sigh, already
exhausted by this conversation.
“What if it were someone important? A business—”
“Mom!” I bark, having zero fucking patience for her shit today.
“What in the world is wrong with you?” she asks, sounding as if I’ve
offended her. “Have you lost all respect for your elders? I’m your mother, not
one of your trashy friends. Don’t—”
Fuck, I’ve had enough. “Is it an emergency?”
“Your reason for calling incessantly. Is it an emergency? Because I’m
really not in the mood to talk.”
“Yes, it is, actually. Your father and I saw the news. That… friend of
yours almost died, and they said your band is over. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Because one, you don’t like my friends, so I didn’t think you would give
a shit that he almost died.” Since the day I became friends with Camden and
Braxton, who asked me to join their band—later, recruiting Gage—she and
my dad have been negative as hell, trying everything in their power to get me
to “stop messing around with the wrong crowd.” It’s been over ten years, and
they still don’t take my career seriously.
“And two,” I add, “our band isn’t over. We’re taking a break, so if you’re
calling to gloat or whatever, save it.”
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