Page 3 of The Masks We Wear (Satan’s Angels #1)

“You’re all filthy liars! All of you! I have lawyers working around the clock on this trying to do damage control and keep you three out of jail.

Because if you go to jail, you’re also getting sued by your record label, because you signed a contract to have a new album out this year.

” Selene explains the severity of our situation, and I’ll admit, I do feel a little bad.

But only a little, because that tour was fun. So much fun.

Ivory sighs, “Sorry, Selene.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix this disaster! I have the court on my back, prosecutors, and angry soccer moms that want the courts to make an example out of you three.” Selene says frantically.

Aria frowns, “We’re sorry. It won’t happen again.” Total lie. Absolute lie.

Selene doesn’t look like she believes that for one second. “You bet your ass it won’t because you three are gonna start getting your acts together. Starting with you, Miss Ringleader.” Selene says to me, singling me out from the other two.

I point to my own chest innocently, “Me?”

She nods, “Yes, you. I know how you three work and the root of every problem is you .” She says sternly. “And do you want to know what’s going to happen to you if you want to avoid jail?”

“What?” I ask curiously.

She raises her chin at me, “You are going to get sober.”

Ivory, Aria, and I all gasp in unison. “Selene! You can’t ask me to do that! I’m a rockstar for crying out loud!” I beg.

She holds up her hand, not wanting to hear another plea from me.

“Brody, I can’t have this anymore. You’re going to get sober.

No more drugs and no more alcohol. The legal team thinks that if you three keep your noses clean and act like well mannered, respectful young women now, that you might have a good chance at getting off clean.

Now, I know you two are capable of getting your shit together on your own.

” She points at Ivory and Aria. “But you, Brody, are out of control. So out of control, that someone else is going to have to supervise you and make sure you actually keep your nose clean and sober. Therefore, I found a live-in bodyguard who is going to stay with you at your house and also serve as your babysitter since you can’t be trusted. ”

This finally gets my attention. I may have been doing my best to keep up the unaffected rockstar persona, but I don’t like the sound of this one bit. Any sign of amusement vanishes from my face and my sun kissed skin pales, “Selene, I don’t need a babysitter. I can get my shit together, I swea-”

She cuts me off, “No, you can’t. He will live with you until you get your shit together and until this legal disaster is taken care of. In the meantime, you are to obey his rules and listen to him. He is here to help you.”

“You can’t make me do that.” I argue.

She shrugs, “But I can. Because if you refuse this, Brody, you’re all on your own. I’ll let the soccer moms and the courts, and the prosecutors go after you with no defense of your own and I’ll stop managing you.”

My eyes go wide with shock. Selene has never made a threat like that before. She’s serious and the severity of our situation is just starting to sink in.

“His name is Harvey Taylor. He’s thirty-two and from Nevada. He’s ex-military and has recently sold his private security company. Now, he coaches people like you on the side and does it well. He’s the best in the business. His things are being brought to your house as we speak.” She announces.

I gasp, “What?”

She nods, “You heard me.”

“Selene, please!” I beg. She can’t do this to me! She can’t!

Selene sighs, growing irritated with me. “I don’t know what else to do with you, Brody. Besides, it’s only for three months. Just long enough for you to clean up your act and keep your nose out of trouble. Hopefully by then we’ll have all these legal problems settled.”

“Selene!” I panic. “How can you expect us to be rockstars and stay completely sober with zero alcohol?” I demand an answer because there isn’t a probable one.

Selene raises a brow, “I don’t expect you to never drink again. A few drinks is okay, but when you three get any more than that, I usually end up having to bail one of you or all three of you out of jail. I’m not doing it anymore. For the next three months, you are all sober . Got it?”

Ivory leans in a little in her seat, “Just to clarify if I may,” she clears her throat. “By sober, do you mean no drugs either or…”

“No drugs!” Selene slams an angry fist down on the desk.

Aria throws her head back, groaning. “The next three months are going to blow.”

Ivory scoffs. “Apparently they won’t blow because we aren’t allowed to do any lines of blow!”

I chuckle, unable to contain my sense of humor. That was a good one, I’ll give Ivory that even though our situation is enough to make me want to rip chunks of my hair out. Ivory’s favorite was always cocaine. Mine too. Aria enjoyed it as well, but she preferred more of the party drugs like ecstasy.

Aria slaps my arm to reel my laughter in. I brush it off and quickly cough to stifle the remaining bits of laughter.

“Laugh all you want now, Brody because you won’t be laughing when you go home. Harvey Taylor will be waiting for you.” Selene threatens.

I roll my eyes. Selene can sign me up for an unwanted bodyguard slash live-in babysitter, but she can’t sign me up to actually obey him.

I’ll have Harvey Taylor running away in tears in hours.

This guy has absolutely no idea what he signed up for and a wicked grin curves my lips as plans start forming.