Page 6 of Hollow Heart

Even though he wears a fitted tee, I can see the outlines of his pecs.

His dark hair is frosted with pink tips, spiked with gel.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Felix growls.

“I barely been gone fourteen hours and already you’re fucking auditioning?”

“Sully, now is not the time.” Lou’s deadpan voice echoes in the room.

I watch, glancing back and forth between the two men.

Sully advances in Felix’s space, and the kid doesn’t even blink as he gets in his face.

“Just get your shit and get the fuck out of here!” Felix snarls as he grabs a duffel bag from the corner, throwing it at Sully.

But Felix has terrible aim, probably on account that he’s high as hell.

The duffel hits a couple stands, knocking them over with a loud clash and bang.

Sully throws it down on the floor.

“What did you think, if you can’t have me you’ll get my fucking idol and spit in my fucking face?”

Felix literally spits in his face and I roll my eyes.

Kid is way too easy, and my dad instincts kick in.

I get up, jumping between them. I place a hand on Felix’s chest and on Sully’s, looking between them.

“Look, let’s just all calm down and handle this likeadults,”I say to the adults who look like they are literally teenagers.

They are adults, right?

Felix grapples with me as Sullyhissesat him. Like a fucking weirdo.

“Sully... get your stuff and go. No one wants to end up with a black eye.”

Sully sneers at me, then looks at Felix.

“This band, this show... You ain’t nothin’ without me, Lixy.”

Felix struggles against my hold, which to be fair, isn’t that strong, but he’s fucked up as is. It doesn’t take much to push him back.

“I’m calling security,” Lou drones through the speakers.

Sully looks at me with disgust, spitting at my feet as he grabs his duffel. “Good fucking riddance.”

Security is outside the door within seconds, escorting an agitated Sully out as Felix stumbles back into the drum set, the cymbals crashing loudly. He tears the cymbal off, throwing it at the glass.

Lou calmly presses his button and speaks.

“I think that’s enough for today. Duncan, you can head home. We’ll be in touch.”

I sigh, looking at Felix crumpled over against the drum set, his long legs spread out, his head in his tattooed hands as he breathes heavy.

“I’m too fucking old for this shit,” I mumble as I grab my bottled water, leaving Felix Hart to his mess.

I’m just cleaningup the dishes from dinner—which ended up being pizza and wings because I was too tired to cook a full ass dinner when I got home—when my phone goes off.

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