Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

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.

“Mommy. Why? This is…” She scrunches her brows, looking down at her fingers as she counts down the number of women, he’s been spotted within the past two weeks. “The fourth one. Daddy is a ho.”

“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,” I say, cocking my head when various emotions cross their pale faces. Yeah. Revenge will be delightful, slow, and painful. Whispered Words will one-hundred percent get everything that's coming to them—all in due time. “How about we get started?” I hum.