A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,33

saw from the corner of my eye as Lita climbed to the front seat of the car.

“Yeah,” the officer said. “You’re that guy… Shane, right?”

“That’s me,” I said.

“Dude. We jammed together. Two years ago. At Neri’s. Remember that?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I lied. I snapped my fingers. “You had that guitar…”

“The blue one.”

“That’s right. Oh, shit, I’m really sorry. I’m so bad with names…”

“Craig,” he said.

“That’s right,” I said. “I was going to say Chris. Sorry about that.”

“No, it’s fine,” he said. “Uh… what’s going on here?”

“My girl had a bad day,” I said. “I came home from the studio and I said something to her. Made her cry. I took her for a ride and parked out here since it’s quiet. You know? So we could talk. Listen to music. I’ve been begging for her to forgive me.”

Craig the officer crouched and looked into my car.

“Hey there,” he said.

“Hello,” Lita said.

“Rough night?”

“Uh…”

“Do me a favor,” Craig the officer said. “My man here. Take it easy on him. Forgiveness is key in a relationship. Trust me. I learned that the hard way.”

Lita nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Craig the officer stood up and looked at me.

“Thanks, man,” I said. “I really hit a nerve. She was yelling at me. The car windows are all fogged up. You probably thought you were going to catch me fucking her, right?”

“Well, yeah…”

“I wish. Maybe tonight when we get home.”

“Shit, Shane, this is awesome,” Craig said. “I heard you’re in the studio with Filthy Line now. That’s amazing.”

“I’m covering for Dex,” I said. “They’re great guys.”

“Maybe score me an autograph?”

“Let me see what I can do.”

Craig the officer whipped out a business card for himself.

“Shoot me a text,” he said. “Good luck tonight with your girl.”

“Thanks, Craig,” I said.

We shook hands and he stepped back, played some air guitar and laughed.

I waited for him to get into his police cruiser and pass me by before I got into my car.

I slammed the door and grabbed the steering wheel.

“What just happened there?” Lita asked.

I looked at her. “You wanted to fuck because I touched on a sensitive subject about your ex. Because you hide your feelings and won’t talk about them. As far as the cop thing goes, I jammed with him once and he remembered. Also, you’re my girlfriend, I pissed you off, and I’m trying to get you to forgive me.”

Lita nodded. “Oh, okay. Well, at least one part of that is true.”

“You wanting sex to avoid your feelings?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “You pissed me off.”

I laughed. “I am not begging for forgiveness, beauty.”

“You wouldn’t get it even if you tried,” Lita said.

“Then it’s a good thing we already fucked. I don’t need you for anything else tonight.”

Lita looked ready to hit me.

Then she burst into tears.

She got out of the car and I had to run after her.

As she hurried up the dark road, I wrapped my arms around her.

She threw a flurry of elbows, so I picked her up.

She began to kick and thrash, screaming.

All I knew was that if another cop came by and saw this, my ass would be in cuffs and I’d be calling someone from Filthy Line to find money to bail me out of jail.

“This is where you get pissed at me for real?” I asked. “Over that comment? Give me a break, Lita.”

“Put me down, Shane,” she said.

I put her on her feet, but I didn’t let go.

I felt her breathing heavy.

“You don’t like when I tell the truth,” I said. “I can see through it all. Yet you won’t stay away from me.”

“You’re the one who won’t stay away from me,” she said. “You like me, Shane. You like all of this.”

I laughed. “You’re full of shit, beauty. But you know what? Let’s keep going. You want to know more about me? About Stacy? Fine. I took her out of the life she knew. She was the dream. I was the fantasy. That shit doesn’t work, Lita. I knew she wanted something else. There was a part of me that thought as long as I played the rock star image, she would be happy. Soon she started coming to shows and looked bored. Then she stopped coming all together. What did I do? I thought I could fix it by proposing to her. We’d get married, buy a house, and I could spoil her. I never once thought about her feelings. By then she was already fucking Peter. They had been talking for