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Knock 'Em Dead, Kid

Two Days Later
The Rainbow Bar & Grill

We were in the parking lot. Blackie had switched off the engine to the car, but I remained slumped in my seat. At the house we fought. During the drive to the bar we fought. And we were still fighting.

I puffed on the cigarette and then took another slug of Jack. Mmm, good ole Jack Daniels. He was a guy's best buddy when facing heartache. What would I do without this smooth, so-numbing-to-the-senses fella?

"You can't avoid the Strip forever," Blackie reminded me. "Like it or not, you're gonna have to deal with all this. And now that your record's remixed and set to be reissued, Sixx told me you're going up to Canada in two weeks. Ya gotta rehearse. How long you gonna avoid this guy?

"It don't matter whether he fucked you and then kicked your ass to the curb for Steph; you're still a fucking band and I know the guys want to be somewhat prepared for this tour. They've been rehearsing for past two weeks without you. And jamming doesn't cut it if your singer isn't present.

"Think about Tommy and Mick. They got bugger all to do with this bullshit. Are you gonna make 'em pay too?"

I took another drink, glancing out the passenger side window.

"Just when the fuck are you gonna grow up?" he coldly asked. I felt his fingers on my chin and he forced me to look at him. "The world doesn't revolve around ya, Vin. It don't. You're hot. Everyone wants you. So you always get your way. And it sure turned you into one selfish, spoiled prick.

"But this time someone isn't on their knees begging to suck your dick and it pisses you off. Doesn't it?"

I bristled, trying to look away but he held tight to my chin. Man, I did not need to listen to this bullshit.

"It's true, hey? Why is it lately you're with guys who'll shove it right back at you? Ya know darn well I'm not gonna put up with your tantrums and pouting. Sixx didn't either. Think good and hard why ya fucked one stubborn bastard and now you're fucking another.

"You must have been one bored motherfucker, hey? I mean, I'd sure feel the same way if everyone just bowed down to me. And I know Sixx thinks along the same lines I do. It's why we can't work together. Why'd ya think we both wound up in your bed? And why did you drop your pants for us?"

Man, I heard enough. "Are you finished?"

Blackie's eyes narrowed. "You know something, I think it's about damn time..."

I never saw it coming since I was too busy taking a drag off my cigarette. The fucker backhanded me across the face. I'm talking major hurt here. He hit me so hard that my neck snapped and my head slammed against the window. Right away I kicked into fighting mode. There wasn't a chance in hell I was letting him get away with smacking me. I wound up my fist but he stopped my punch in mid-air and locked his huge fingers around my wrist.

Then came the struggle as we both fought for control. And my anger only increased when he pinned me to the seat, the big bastard lying on top of me. When his mouth came down on mine, I gladly bit down on his lip. Hah! That'll teach him. But yet, maybe there was some truth to what he said? 'Cause when he thought to give me a light cuff, I locked my arms around his neck and ceased with the fighting. Instead, I felt like getting fucked. I needed to get fucked. Yeah, it was the first time I was horny for this big goon's touch.

I guess I did like the fact he wasn't gonna take my shit.

***
When we entered the club, I was a little worse for wear since my hair was mussed, clothes rumpled and sweat still beaded along my brow. And I sure wasn't gonna look like something the cat dragged in with Stephen Pearcy in the vicinity. So I made a beeline for the bathroom.

"Vin!"

"Hey, Vince!"

"Vinnie!"

People kept calling out to me, all asking where I'd been, but I ignored them and gave a push on the door, striding for the mirror. I placed my hands on the vanity, gazing at my reflection.

"They" were out there somewhere. The Sunset Vine snakes along like the moccasin trail. You don't need no gossip magazine to hear the word on the street. The news always gets back to the one being talked about. And I was aware "they" were doubling with DeMartini and Crosby an awful lot. This took me by surprise since King used to fuck the ugly bitch. But, then again, guess those two only hooked up until the ones they truly wanted to be with came along. King no longer had to hide the fact he was dicking Warren, and the ugly weasel had Nik.

I gave a tug on the paper towel and began running the water, patting my forehead and cheeks. Fuck, my lips were a bit bruised. That was some nasty fuck, but I wasn't complaining. Blackie could jab the way Nik could. It wasn't a humiliating, tortuous sorta fuck. I always thought of it as rough lovin'.

I smiled at my reflection. Actually, I had a hunch Stephen was the sorta bitch they'd cruelly screw, jab to the point where the slut was bleeding and crying in pain. I knew Blackie and Nik both had that dark side going on, and they took pleasure in hurting others. I guess I was sorta touched they never crossed that line with me, showed me some consideration by holding back. Yet, if I so much as gave the go-ahead, they would think nothing of tearing me in two, but like hell that would ever happen. I wasn't some sexual bitch; Stephen was.

So I gave my hair another fluff and straightened out my clothes. Dressed to kill, adorned in white from head to toe. Okay, it was time to finally make a "true" appearance and steal the ugly slut's thunder.

I turned, heading for the door and when I stepped back into the bar, it was to find my fan club eagerly waiting. As I greeted everyone, I stole a peek from the corner of my eye. The flock of people were leaving the table Stephen sat at with Nik, Warren, King, Blotz and Tommy. They were hurrying over to me. And of course they should.

Vince Neil was back. I was not gonna hide out at Blackie's house any longer, or drive like a drunken maniac up the Pacific Coast Highway, nursing the pain, stoppin' in at those redneck bars and getting into fights with the patrons. I was the king of the Sunset Strip and I let that joker sit on my throne way too long. And I had a new dude who could give Nik a run for the money. It wasn't like I took up with some loser who everyone walked over. Blackie was very much respected and even feared by the masses.

The girls surrounded me and I couldn't resist dealing out a few flirty kisses. When I glanced up, Blackie merely watched, unfazed. I liked that. The dude knew I was going home with him tonight. He had enough confidence in himself... hold up, make that enough confidence in me and in "us," so the ugly jealousy didn't rear up. He was content to step back and let me bask in the limelight.

People were buying me drinks, slipping their arms around my shoulders, the chicks even stealing feels off my crotch and ass. Although the music was blasting, the conversations rather loud and the strobe lights somewhat, I was well aware of "his" onyx eyes.

Nik wasn't paying attention to the ugly bitch who glared at him. He watched me, instead. And I couldn't help but return his stare as I tried to focus on whoever was speaking. Right then and there my bravado was ripped out from under me. The slightly healed wounds were cracking open, the blood surfacing, running along my skin. I couldn't handle this. Release. I stole a look at Blackie and he seemed to sense what I needed to do. It was the only way to close this chapter for good.

So I bided my time, waiting for the right opportunity while I continued to banter with the hangers-on and also trying to not suffocate under Nik's penetrating stare. Then my chance at hand surfaced.

The ugly bitch was tugging on Warren's hand, dragging his band mate with him to the bathroom. Stupid fuck. Steph was like a pathetic chick, needing someone to hold his pecker while he pissed. And I knew it was all due to my presence. Damn rights he should be afraid, very afraid. He stole my boyfriend, chased me from my scene, and rolled his pathetic body in my sheets. If he wanted my shit, he'd have to pay for it. Full price. And he would.

I broke free from the crowd, heading straight for Stephen. Warren cast me a nervous look and I do believe he sensed what I was up to. I didn't realize Blackie, King, Tommy and Nik, along with a few others had followed. By then, Stephen had changed his mind, deciding he'd rather piss his pants instead of facing me in the bathroom. Not a chance. He was going down. Two more strides and I was upon him.

"Don't let me stop you from taking a leak," I informed him with a false smile. "Be my guest." I even held open the door, making a motion with my eyes for the slimy bitch to enter.

"Back off," Stephen warned me.

Warren wrung his hands, something he always did when frustrated, or when he was torn in a situation. I could tell he wasn't going to try and mediate, something else he's famous for. After all, he stole Steph's boyfriend and he'd be a complete hypocrite if he tried to stop me from busting the face of the weasel who snatched my guy from me.

When Stephen refused to move, I wrapped my fingers around his collar, giving a good yank as I shoved him into the bathroom. I didn't even wait and wound up my fist, decking the fucker in the face. Stephen stumbled backwards, falling against the vanity and I kicked the door shut with my boot, unaware Warren managed to squeeze in. Then again, he's so skinny, he could sneak in anywhere.

"Vin. Vin. Please, man," Warren begged.

"Stay back, Torch," I icily said. "You're one of the dudes that I actually have some respect for. Don't make me slug you." I stormed forward just as Stephen got off the floor, rubbing his jaw. I never waited for him to recover. Again, I belted him across the face.

Stephen growled, realizing he'd have to duke his way outta this, so he launched himself at me. Bam! We landed up against a stall, both throwing punches.

"You wanna fuck my dude!" I hollered as I landed a hit to his gut. "Go ahead, man! Fuck him all you want, but you're gonna pay me first!" I wound up my leg and sent my boot into his stomach with all the force I could muster.

He went down on his knees and I locked my fingers together, slamming both fists over his back. Now he was on the floor, gasping for breath, no doubt the wind knocked from him thanks to my earlier hit. And I didn't stop. Over and over I kept throwing punches and kicking him.

Right in mid-fight I was drawn off my feet and slung over someone's shoulder.

"Okay, I think he paid the piper," Blackie nonchalantly stated.

"What the fuck?" I screamed. "I ain't done with this ugly motherfucker yet! Put me the fuck down!"

I was struggling to get off his shoulder, still staring at Stephen who was curled up on the floor. Man, never would I understand what possessed dudes to just throw me over their shoulder and cart me off. What the fuck was with that move? Huh? I wasn't some chick they could just cart off.

Blood dripped along Blackie's black, leather pants, most likely from my mouth since I took a few shots from the ugly bitch. I squirmed again. And when I turned my head, I spied Nik watching us. I smirked at him. "If you thought he was ugly before, check him out now! Even his own mother would call him hideous." I burst into a fit of laughter as I flipped Nik the bird. Then I blew him a kiss. "See you at rehearsal tomorrow, baby! I'm back. You betcha I'm back. And you're next!"

Nik snorted and his onyx eyes remained emotionless. "You're drunk, Vin. It's the only time you have balls. And you'll probably show up drunk tomorrow just so you can face me."

"Kiss my ass!" I shouted.

Still not a rise out of him. And the fucker followed along while Blackie carted me through the Rainbow. Control. God, how I loathed Nik's self-control. Man, for once I wanted to see him lose his cool and make a goddamn scene for all to watch. So I hocked back the saliva and spit right on the fucker's face. Still no expression but the danger was emanating from him; I could smell it.

Bam! The dickhead backhanded me but I only laughed. "Thanks for the kiss," I purred.

"Let's see if you'll still be thanking me tomorrow," Nikki softly replied in a cold voice. With that, he turned on his heel and headed for the bathroom.

Oh God, the rage rose an octave higher. That asshole went to check on Steph. Was probably gonna spend the night nursing the bitch's ugly face.

By now we were in the parking lot and I wacked Blackie on the ass. "I need to get fucked. Let me on your dick cause I wanna fuck it good and hard." Release. I needed to get rid of the hate and anger filling my soul, all thanks to Nik who again abandoned me for that mother-fucking Stephen Pearcy.