Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

Kieran and I grew up together in the trenches of Central City. Once neighbors, now—he stares at me like we weren't friends hiding under the stars, talking about our tiny lives.

"We are far from fucking done," he hisses, snapping his gaze to me. "None of this is over," he gestures between us. "I'll be seeing you, River Blue West."

One day, I'll show my girl how to use those fists against everyone who decides to put their hands on her.

River Blue isn't the same girl I left eleven years ago. She's a fiery fucking treat, and I want another bite of what's mine. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.

Fun fact, Van never got over the girl they forced him to leave. But you don’t belong to Van Drake anymore. The truth is you never did. He was a pathetic excuse of a placeholder. Naw, my sweet River Blue, you belong to me. Always have. Always fucking will,”

“Believe me, they’ll screw you over faster than you can count to three, Rivey,”

We may not always like each other. But we’re fucking brothers. As long as we have this. The chords. The melodies. And the words, we have it all—even River in the future.

I’m talking my soul dick. The dick that lives deep inside of me, not literally. So, suck my aura dick, society, and leave the name-calling out of your mouth.

“Since the accident, only one thing has kept me sane. Until today, though, I’ve discovered there are now two things that chase away the monsters haunting my mind and grant me peace.” “Yeah?” I whisper as he leans in close, bumping his nose against mine. “Yeah,” he confirms, brushing his lips against mine and holding my body close. “You,” he whispers with a shaky breath, breaking me with his confession. “And music.”

Will you fix that for him, Pretty Girl? Will you be the first penis fly trap to grab hold of his trouser snake…”

Fucking dead

Tonight, I’ll cook dinner on the grill like a sophisticated gentleman and then motorboat my girl. Hashtag—goals. Hashtag—adulting.

#favcharacter

“Now, let’s pack up our shit, and then let’s go take a ride,” Asher smirks knowingly, cocking his head. “You’d like a ride or four, right, Little Brat?”

Hawt 🥵

“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,”