Page 18 of Queen Of Clubs

“Speaking of high, Griff... I thought we talked about taking drugs before going on stage,” Gianna sighs.

“Gigi, babe, did you see that crowd? I needed that bit of pick-me-up. And we played amazing. You can’t deny that.”

Gianna practically swoons at Griffin calling her babe. She’s a pretty woman, I can’t deny that. With her only being a few years older than us—making her twenty-six—her blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that has men doing double-takes, she is a knockout.

But in the six years since we signed on with Boom Voice Records, we’ve never taken it past a professional relationship. Much to Gianna’s disappointment.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re not some rock star virgins or anything, we have our fun here and there, but we’re not ones to mix business with pleasure.

“No more drugs, Griffin. You worked too hard to become a rock star cliché.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “Whatever you say, Mom.”

“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy.” She crosses her arms. “I’m only doing my job.”

“We know,” I tell her. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure he behaves.”

She smiles. “I know you will. You always do.” She wasn’t wrong. Over the years, I’ve become the head alpha of the pack. You would think it would have been Zane. He was always the take charge one of our group, the protector, the one to make sure everyone was okay.

All that changed a long time ago.

Now, we each have our own ways to cope when things become too much, and sadly, in this life we live, it’s more often than not. It’s a very demanding job, but at the end of the day, it’s worth it. We love what we do, we love our fans. We just wish we had her to share it with.

Griffin uses drugs to cope, mostly weed, but he uses something harder on occasion.

Zane uses alcohol or benzos, sometimes at the same time. The effects of that are not always pretty.

If Jade saw what the guys were doing, she would be so disappointed. Jade lost her parents due to overdose. She always despised drugs and wasn’t the biggest fan of excessive consumption of alcohol. Whenever we would sneak away and drink in the treehouse, she would become a little mother hen, making sure we were okay and that we didn’t drink too much.

Coming home to a drunk foster father every night didn’t exactly help.

A part of me couldn’t bring myself to do either, at least not on the level the others use their crutches. I have the occasional drink or smoke a blunt here and there, but that's about it.

My form of escape is sex. A lot of it. I can’t go a day without it. I’m pretty sure I’m in denial of being a sex addict, but it’s the lesser evil of the three.

Not that Griffin or Zane seem to mind. They are always willing to bend me over any surface to fuck me until I’m screaming their name and dripping with their cum.

We’re all unofficially together, but we’re too fucked up over the girl from our past to give it a title. We know we’re pack, we know we would die for one another, we’re family, and we love each other; that's all that matters to us.

That doesn’t mean we don’t bring a female into the mix every now and again. Only betas, though, never omegas.

There was a time a few years ago when we were all having anger-management issues. We were moody, frustrated, and starting fistfights with each other, arguing over every little thing. It was messing with our job. So Gianna made us go see a therapist. After talking to him, he told us we were repressed.

When we asked what the fuck he meant by that, he said we’ve been keeping our alpha instincts bottled up. And you know what his plan of treatment was? Bringing an omega into the mix.

After a lot of fighting, we tried it. The omega was nice enough, reacted to us just how an omega would an alpha, needy and aching to be fucked and filled by our knots.

But Zane was so lost and high from the omegas pheromones that he called the omega by the wrong name. He called her Jade, and when the omega corrected him, he lost it. He told her to get the fuck out before he stormed away too.

Safe to say we have never brought in another omega since then.

“If we’re worried about being in the public eye, there is a place we can go to.” Griffin digs out a pack of smokes from his jeans pocket and pulls one free, lighting it up.

“Where?” Zane asks, plucking one from the pack and doing the same.

Griffin takes a deep inhale, holding it for a second before blowing it up toward the roof. “The High Roller.”

“What?” Gianna blurts. “Why on earth would you want to go there?” We all look her way. My brows furrow at her reaction. “I just mean...” her cheeks turn red. “I thought you guys hated omegas.”

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