Prologue
Axl
The bass hits the speakers and the stage lights dim, except for a spotlight in the corner of the stage. The fans scream, “GNR! GNR! GNR!”
Axl Rose and the rest of the band strut out with a guitar raised high. Drumsticks flip up high in the lights and then they’re caught behind the drummer’s back. Stage lights of all colors beam around in all directions. The band takes position as Sweet Child O’ Mine starts rocking the crowd.
It is 2006, a Guns N’ Roses concert at the MGM Grand Casino. Me and the boys pass a joint around the group. Smiling, I eagerly take my first drag for the night as deep as a I can. The smoke hits my lungs hard. I hack and choke it back up. Blade laughs and grabs the joint from me to take his own drag.
“Easy on the grass, dickhead, we have the whole night.” He shakes his head at me and hands me a cold beer. The foam hits my hot, dry throat, it is so good.
Song after song plays through the speakers as we laugh, smoke and drink. My mind is so fuzzy that faces and bodies blend in the crowd. Living up to my youth, I am experiencing everything that I can.
We are pledging in as brothers in Battle Born MC tomorrow. There are no guarantees in this life after tomorrow, only for right now. That’s exactly what I do, I live for right here and right now, nothing lasts forever.
Some stupid drunk asshole behind me plows into my back, spilling my beer on my GNR shirt and pissing me the fuck off. Handing off my beer to Tank, I turn to shove that motherfucker back. Stumbling forward a few steps, he turns back around to face me. “Sorry,” he says it, but not really giving one fuck that he slammed into me as smiles at me like the dickhead he is. Dickhead turns back around to his date and throws an arm around the hot blonde bitch he’s with.
“Take this little punk ass bitch down, and then take his bitch.” Tank is shoving at my shoulder to get to it, then crosses his arms, waiting for me to deliver.
Spider, Blade and Tank surround me. The anger and vengeance pump like a shot of adrenaline through me. Grabbing the smiling asshole’s shirt, I whip him around to face me, then throw my fist high and wide into his nose. Blood splatters with a crunch from the force of it. His right hand comes flying from down low up for my face. Ducking to the right, I dodge the uppercut, and swing my weight forward hitting him in the stomach with a jab. The force of it arches him toward me, and my left fist smashes his cheekbone. That’s followed by a right and another left. The punk is left lying on the ground.
The security guards come running toward us to haul both of our asses out. Blade catches one of the guards, palming him some cash. The passed-out dickhead is taken out of the pit.
I walk over to the scared blonde that’s nervously looking around for an escape. Grinning her way, I show her my party boy face as I take her hand in mine to apologize, “Sorry, sweetheart,” I say while stroking my thumb over her knuckles. “That prick you came here with was an asshole. Come party with us, and I promise I’ll be good.”
I spot in her hand that she has a disposable camera. I pull her close to me. “Come on, beautiful, take a pic with me? Then you’ll always remember this night and then you can trust me, because you’ll have my picture on your camera.”
Encouraging her further, I snatch the camera from her hand and pull her body close to mine. She giggles nervously with our backs to that stage. I slide behind her and place my hand on her stomach while my other hand holds out the camera. I rest my chin on her shoulder and we smile for the camera when I push the button to snap the picture.
She turns around to me, so I grab her shirt and lay a smacking big kiss on her juicy lips while snapping another picture of us. Her hands go straight to my chest to balance herself, and then relaxes herself into the kiss.
I start walking backwards and Blondie follows me over to the guys. I pocket her camera as I introduce her and take my drink back from Tank. I wash down that hot kiss with a cold drink. Blondie eyes me over the white plastic cup someone must’ve given her and grabs the beer from my hand. She shoots the rest down, then pulls me toward her for another kiss.
The smell of grass pulls me away from her lips. Tank hands out the joint to us, and Blondie grabs it, then takes a short drag from it, coughing it back up almost immediately. I laugh at how cute she is. Between the two of us, we manage to finish off the joint. Her beautiful hair catches the light drawing me to her body.
More chicks from the crowd join our little party up front by the stage. Blade and Tank each have a handful of bitches. The songs play on through the late-night hours. Hot bodies continue to grind and touch. Sweat, weed and alcohol permeate the air.
More grass goes around, and the boys and I are lit. We are so high off weed and hormones. Blonde Girl and I rub all over each other, as she grabs my dick and pushes her tits against my chest. She yells over the noise into my ear, “Let’s go to the bathroom!” She pulls on my hand and starts walking forward. My feet and dick anxiously follow her. I watch her ass that’s covered in a jean skirt, and her long, lean, tan legs in a haze.
Excitement laces itself around my intoxicated mind. The primitive need to touch her tits and pussy takes over. We make it to the bathroom where I shut the stall door and spin the blondie around. She trades me places and ends up with her back against the door.
My hands find the bottom of her GNR tank and pull it up over her tits, palming them and loving how soft they are. Sucking one nipple, then the other, my hands find her toned thighs and I push her jean skirt up. I pull my mouth from her nipple with a pop to gaze over her almost naked body. I run my fingers over her pink thong, then move it to the side. I start pumping my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.
Blondie moves forward and starts kissing and nipping at my ear. I grab the condom from my back pocket while she keeps kissing my neck and then lips. My fingers rub her clit and fuck her pussy. She undoes my pants, pushing them, along with my boxers, down far enough to get my stiff dick out, before rolling the condom down.
Lifting one of her legs over my hip, and then the other, I push her against the door with my body, and sink my dick into her very tight pussy. She howls out in pain, only to be drowned out by Paradise City as it blares around us.
Not taking the time to think too much of it, I use her body to pound out my release. As soon as I come into the condom, her feet hit the floor and she is straightening herself up. She pecks my lips and is gone before the song is over. Best fuckin concert ever.