Lou Reed Dirty Blvd Novels & Stories

Dallas "Hey, it's Ryder Callahan. Leave something worth hearing.” I pressed the button again and again, clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles ached. I’d already left three messages, each one more desperate than the last. I got up and headed to the window, peering out into the empty street, then back again. “Stop pacing,” Hazel muttered from the couch, eyes glued to the small canvas propped on the easel in front of her. A true-crime documentary droned in the background. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“You guys shouldn’t have left me. Blaze is gay, by the way.” There’s a beat of stunned silence, then Theo blinks. “He’s what?” “Mmhm,” I hum. “He told me all about this guy he dated. Said the guy dumped him because he didn’t like motorcycle clubs. Super rude. I told Blaze I’d find the guy and make him regret it.” Nathan covers his face with his hands. “She’s still drunk.” “I am not,” I say indignantly, even though I wobble when I swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’m just very… happy. And my head hurts. But it’s a happy hurt.”

He pulled off his shirt last, and even though his body was older, it was thick with power, defined in a way that made it hard to look away. Dennis’ voice brought me back. “Stewart, are you going to give us an answer?” My eyes drifted over them, shameless and greedy. I didn’t even try to hide it. I blamed the alcohol and the heat and the fact that these men looked like sin and temptation rolled into one. I thought about how professional I was supposed to be, how nothing about this was in the rulebook. But then again, this wasn’t a rulebook moment. I didn’t even get the chance to answer.

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With a swollen lip, a visible bruise… and that calm expression that makes me want to wipe it off his face. For a second I think this is a joke, a really bad one, the kind that isn’t funny at all, but no, because he sees me too, lifts his gaze, and for a split second his expression tightens, clearly just as unhappy to see me, but it doesn’t last, because he quickly puts that same irritating calm back on, like nothing gets to him, like this isn’t as messed up as it actually is. “Lucas,” Mark says, “I’m glad you came.”

Who knew getting someone out of jail for assault and battery took 4 hours (and a few thousand dollars on the side, but no one needed to know that). I parked the car in our garage next to Ava’s yellow mclaren and just as we were about to head to the main living room, we were ambushed by the two devils themselves. And just as I predicted they immediately started fussing, checking us over for any injuries or bullet wounds. “We’re both fine so stop for fuck’s sake,” I was getting seriously annoyed now and when I was annoyed, I was in the mood to either drink till I forgot my name or go shoot at something.

As the music begins to warm its way deeper into my body, I find the bar that Rico is sitting at. Sandra, sitting right by his side, offers me a smile as I sit down next to them. “How goes it, Blake?” Sandra's bright tone tells me how incredibly happy she is with my friend, and I'm happy for both of them and glad that they found love with one another. I never imagined Rico, who owns this dirtiest billionaire club and who was a complete womanizer, would be a completely changed man immersed in love. “It goes.” Her expression tightens slightly at my words as Rico continues to pore over the books, clearly looking for something. “Do you need me to check and see if the sensory deprivation tank is a

I nodded, reached into my handbag and pulled out a couple to bills without counting to extend to his already outstretched hand. "Keep the change," I murmured, already out the car and feet firmly set on the hard ground. I heard him squeak out some noises of gratitude which I barely reckoned with. My eyes weren't on him. They were on the spot where Blake had parked, just two weeks ago when he brought us here. I could still picture the beat-up truck clearly as he retrieved the guitar I had gotten for him from the back. The guitar he would never play again. I felt another wave of nausea hit me for what was the fourth time today, I wanted to empty the contents of my stomach, retching until my ins

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.