Page 16 of Hollow Heart

The label has repeatedly paid off tabloids to mention Jinger and I, and they have constantly pushed us together at events, trying to sell this idea that Jinger and I fuck.

Which we don’t, and I wouldn’t fuck the bitch if she was the last pussy on earth and I needed to save humanity.

Sullivan, maybe.

Jinger... no.

Still, the world loved to ship us like we were the Duke and Duchess of Kent or some shit.

Despite the fact, Sullivan was the one who actuallydatedher. For, like, three months.

“First off, there isnothingbetween Jinger and I. We’re just good friends. I can assure you we weren’t fighting overher.”

It wasn’t a lie, completely. It wasn’t her I was pissed about. It was the second rate Barbie doll hanging all over Sully.

It was Sully fuckingbaitingme like a prize fish, and I took it like chum.

Anger boils beneath my veins as I think over the events of the night prior.

Remembering my antics in a hazy blur.

Fuck Sullivan Reign.

Fuck him to hell and back.

“I mean, am I not allowed to go out and get fucking plastered if I want? This is a free country, Karen.”

Karen purses her lips, her entire body tensing in her chair as she looks at me with disdain.

“Of course, Mr. Hart. It’s just that...”

I cock my head at her. “What? What is it exactly?”

Karen huffs out a frustrated breath, her gaze just as angry as I feel.

“Rumor has it that you and Sullivan Reign have been having... creative differences as of late. Can we expect to see him on thePillars of Rocktour as well?”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Sullivan Reign has left the band, so no, you will not see him on the tour,” I bite as I glare into the camera. “Nor will you see him anywhere nearmyband.”

Before Karen can open her mouth, I continue.

“In fact, Sullivan Reign can take hiscreative differenceswherever he wants. We’ve already hired a new drummer.”

I can hear Lou cursing behind the cameraman as Karen’s eyes light up.

“And just... who is this mystery man that you’ve found so... quickly?”

I smirk, looking Lou in the eye.

I know he’ll probably kill me for this, because whether or not he’s hired Duncan, he’ll have no choice when I broadcast his name all over daytime television.

If there’s one thing I know about Lou, he’s a master of fixing shit.

The man’s been putting out my fires for nearly seven years.

“Duncan McKay,” I say with a superficial grin.

Karen nods in approval. “The former drummer ofHollow Pointe? Well, that is quite a surprise!”

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