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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.19: Redondo Beach

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A/N: Enjoy and still practice social distancing

TAGS: @madamsixx​

WARNING: Drunk driving, death

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December 8th, 1984

Redondo Beach, California

In the sky above, a purple hue cast over the dark shore that began changing into nightfall. Every modern mansion turned on their front lights, preparing for a quiet evening for some if they weren't rockstars. A trail of expensive sports cars drove down the one way street in search of Vince's all-white mansion. The music could already be heard from two houses down, but those neighbors wouldn't mind as they were gone. Musicians and groupies quickly filled the large home, gathering around in groups between the kitchen to the outside pool. Sabrina sat on the kitchen island, chit-chatting with a handsome dark-haired man that seemed to have the same level of intelligence as her. Emma and Athena sat secluded from everyone around, sitting on the outside bench that made everything quiet around them. Athena would twirl the ends of her light brown hair around her fingers, hanging on to every word Emma said.

In the master bedroom, Sammi grabbed her new bottle of Yves Saint Laurent perfume and sprayed it at the nape of her neck. She tied a high knot down from her white button, showing a bit of skin between her top and tight red leather skirt. Clipping together a brand new gold bracelet on her wrist, Sammi smiled in approval in the long mirror, happy with her look. Vince never gave Sammi enough time to prepare her outfits when he wanted to throw a party, getting into the habit of leaving her party clothes behind. This was another example of that, but the party just seemed a bit off in her. She didn't know what was in her, but Sammi tried to repress it for the night.

Almost all of Motley stayed on the long white sofa that played right in the middle of the room. Tommy poured a drink for himself while Razzle thought for a moment, "Who do you think would love me? Emma or Sabrina?" asked Razzle. Tommy only chuckled at the English man. Mick felt a sharp pain in his lower spine as he tried to grab his drink from the glass coffee table. Nikki couldn't bother to notice, licking clean a bag of coke seeing Tom Zutaut eye him like a scared little boy. Nikki only smirked and raised an eyebrow to him, not saying anything.

"You okay there, Mick?" asked Tommy, finishing off a glass of champagne.

"Yeah… my back hurts from carrying this band every single day," groaned Mick, looking ahead to see Vince chatting with a blonde woman he remembered from the Tropicana. Of course, Vince kept his space, but Mick could see the blondie bimbo smiles they both had. Nikki followed Mick's gaze, turning a playful smirk grimmer.  

"Hey Mick," said Nikki, "Are you in the band?" he said mockingly, pushing his pecs together to imitate a woman.

"What the fuck do you think," said Mick, laughing along with Nikki at Vince still flirt with a different woman. Nikki tried to repress his laugh as Sammi walked right next to the blonde girl, trying her best to seem okay with Vince.

"Hey, have you met my girl Sammi. Wanna have a threesome," said Tom, trying his best to laugh along and be one of the guys. Nikki and Mick immediately became silent, Nikki raising an eyebrow to the goofy young record manager.

"Tom, what the fuck is wrong with you, man? That's Sammi, our girl and Tommy's little sister. That's fucked up, man!" said Nikki sternly, seeing Tom turning worried. "Ah, I'm just messing with you!" shouted Nikki, lightly hitting the young man's sides. Tom relaxed a tiny bit, cracking a smile slowly. "But don't be a dick, man. It's Sammi, we care about her. She's special,"

"Don't be a dick, Zutaut," groaned Mick, crossing his arms over his chest like a mummy and laying further into the sofa. Nikki looked ahead of him, hearing Vince called the woman Sharise and seeing Sammi wanting to leave the conversation. He was able to grab her attention, focusing a smile on Sammi. Nikki wanted to only get up from his seat and grab Sammi to get the hell out of Vince's house. Unfortunately, he didn't and grabbed the whiskey bottle in front to take a swing. Sammi stayed silent as the puffy haired blonde spoke straight to Vince, noticing an accent she couldn't pinpoint. Instead of speaking up, she kissed Vince on the cheek and walked away as Sammi headed to the kitchen. Sammi pushed the hair that fell on her face, politely smiling at all the guests in Vince's house. Walking into the kitchen, she could see Sabrina tonguing down the handsome guy. Sammi huffed under her breath, pouring a glass of champagne and aiming to lift her spirits.

Athena paraded into the big white kitchen, having a smile on her face as she leaned over the island to grab another drink. Her smile flipped upside down as she saw Sammi lost in thought.

"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Athena.

"Vince is talking to some bimbo, and they look a little too close. He almost didn't even acknowledge me," muttered Sammi, drowning herself in more alcohol.

"That doesn't mean anything. Vince is a social butterfly, you know that. Let's just have some fun!" said Athena, grabbing her little sister's hands with a big smile.

"Why are you so happy? You got a little nose candy in you?" asked Sammi, raising an eyebrow. Athena only straightened her shoulders with a more subtle smile on her lips.

"No, I just can't be happy without anything?" asked Athena.

"Oookay whatever you say, A," said Sammi, grabbing a refreshed glass of champagne before walking back into the living room. She could see Mick wander into the backyard where the beach began, unable to make him out as he disappeared. As Sammi sat down on the edge of the sofa, Tommy dropped himself right next to her out of nowhere.

"Hey Sam, you gotta help me!" said Tommy, glancing past Sammi

"Help you with what?" asked Sammi, scrunching her eyebrows together at Tommy.

"You see that blonde girl outside by the railing? In the white dress?" asked Tommy, almost whispering right in Sammi's ear, "Don't make it obvious you're looking!"

Sammi rolled her eyes, "Yeah, what about her?"

"She's from a TV show, right? What's the freaking show called? I know her names gotta be Heather," said Tommy, beginning to bite his nails in anxiety, almost making Sammi laugh at him.

Sammi repressed her smile, a light bulb turning on in her head. "She's from  The Fall Guy , tell her you to love that show. Her names Heather Thomas,"

"That's the show! Thanks, Sam!" said Tommy with excitement, kissing Sammi on the cheek. He strutted out to the backyard, yanking a drink out of a girl's hand as he passed her. Sammi only shook her head, silently praying Heather Locklear doesn't throw a bottle at Tommy. As she watched the exchange, Sammi felt Vince take hold of her hand, snapping her head to him.

"Hey babe, I'm gonna get some more beer," said Vince, almost slurring his words. Sammi's eyes widened, following Vince out the door as he pulled her.

"Vin, are you sure that's a good idea? We already have enough booze to last for two days," said Sammi, digging her heels into the ground to stop Vince. The blondie wrapped his arms around Sammi's waist, giving a sloppy kiss on her lips. Vince could feel the tense muscles of Sammi, slowly rubbing his hands on her back.

"Vince you've been drinking. I don't think you should drive. Please, can you just ask someone else to go get more beers?" whispered Sammi, knitting her brows to Vince with sad eyes.

"Babe, I'm fine. The liquor store isn't even that far from here, I'll be fine in a flash. Then maybe you and I can sneak upstairs for a little alone time," said Vince, kissing the nape of Sammi's neck.

"Just get back soon, please," mutter Sammi, kissing Vince one last time. Vince smiled at her before grabbing his keys on the clean ashtray.

"Razzle, you coming!?" shouted Vince as he walked out of the house. Sammi turned her attention to the sound of footsteps coming downstairs, seeing an intoxicated Razzle.

"Twice today already, mate! Oh, sorry about that, love. Didn't see you there," slurred Razzle, taking off his ribboned top hat and gently placing it on Sammi with a smile. He trailed behind Vince like a happy schoolboy who was ready for an adventure. Sammi bit her lip as she leaned against the front door frame, seeing the red Pantera speed out of the driveway into the streets. "Yeah. Love,"

She rubbed her hands together, having her earlier feeling grow more worrisome. Sammi adjusted the hat, slowly dragging her feet back to the party. Everyone around her appeared to be having a great time. Nikki was only another person who stood out, arms crossed, and bouncing his leg as his eyes just darted around the room. Sammi sat next to him, noticing that even her presents couldn't snap him out of his train of thought. She put Razzle's hat on him and finally made him react in confusion that made Sammi laugh.

"Can I help you?" asked Nikki, putting on a fierce guy look that cracked with Sammi's laugh into a smile.

"No, I've had this weird feeling all day," said Sammi, hugging a pillow close to her.

"This is your way of telling me you're spawning a Vince baby?" groaned Nikki, taking off the tophat. He placed it back onto Sammi, smiling at her pretended look of annoyance.

"I'm not pregnant, I'm just not in the mood for a party. Sometimes it just gets on my nerves when Vince never tells me anything,"

"Well, next time tell blondie you'd be at home watching Dynasty. It doesn't hurt to have time away from us. I know we can be a handful," smirked Nikki

"Hey speaking of blondies, do you happen to know who the girl Vince was speaking to?" asked Sammi, raising an eyebrow.

"Some Tropicana girl we've seen around there. I don't know anything else,"

"Of course she is…" mumbled Sammi, looking down at her nails.

*

After two hours of no one yelling through the front door with beers in their hands, Sammi's worrying grew and grew. She'd glance towards the front almost every second, unable to hear what Sabrina or Emma were saying to her. The party began dying down with only a few people scattered around, not feeling like the house would explode. Her thoughts came to a halt as she could see police cars' flashing lights illuminate in the driveway. Suddenly two police officers slowly walked into the home, looking for a somewhat sober person to speak to. Sammi stood up her seat, dreadfully stepping towards the intimidating men.

"Hello, are you the owner of this house?" asked a tall officer.

"Um, no, my boyfriend owns this house. Is everything alright? We were too loud?" asked Sammi.

"What is your name?" asked the other officer

"Sa-Samantha…"

"Okay, Samantha, we're going to need your full attention right now. There has been an accident caused by Vince Neil, the driver, and the owner of the car. Another vehicle was involved, causing multiple people to be injured. I'm sorry to say this, but his friend in the car with him didn't make it," said the officer, trying his best to seem remorseful. Sammi stood frozen, staring at the two men and almost feeling the room go silent. She turned back, seeing Athena and Tommy slowly make their way to her.  

"Wha-wha-what? Wha-wha-what about Vince? I-I-Is he okay?" asked Sammi, blinking rapidly as she felt her heart begin to race out of her chest.

"He's currently at a hospital near the scene but is under police custody. Once he is cleared for injuries, we will have to transfer him to the county jail for his friend's death. Do you understand the severity, Samantha?" said the tall office. Right as she felt Athena's hand on her back, Sammi broke down in her sister's arms, a flood of tears running down her face. Her chest grew heavier and heavier, letting out gasps and tried to control her breathing.

Once the officers left, Tommy walked out into the middle of the living standing on the glass coffee table. "Everybody out! Everyone get the fuck out of here! Tom, go call Doc right now and tell him what happened. Sabrina and Emma, check upstairs for anybody. Nikki, go find Mick!" yelled Tommy, almost pulling his hair out.

"You don't tell me what the fuck to do!" shouted Nikki

"Vince is going to jail, and Razzle's dead! I don't care who I am, go find Mick!" cried Tommy, lowering right to Nikki's level. Nikki let out a scuff, almost breaking the glass door open as he went outside. Athena sat Sammi down, trying her hardest to calm her hysteria down. "Sam. It's gonna be okay. We're gonna fix this. Doc will fix this okay?" said Tommy, soothing Sammi with so much effort.

"Razzle's gone, Tommy. No one can fix that…" gasped Sammi, crying harder. Sabrina and Emma kneeled in front of Sammi, looking back at the Bass siblings with a worry.  

December 15th, 1984

 In the massive black king-sized bed, Sammi gradually opened her eyes to see the spot next to her occupied by Athena lightly snoring. She rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands, feeling how puffy they still were with bags under them. As Sammi stared up at the ceiling, everything suddenly hit her like a rock, tears swelling in her eyes again. She covered her mouth to withhold a shaky breath, shutting her eyes tight. Sammi was able to contain herself right as she heard Athena stir next to her.

"Morning… how long have you been up?" muttered Athena, stretching her back like a cat as she rubbed the sleep off her eyes.

"Not long. I've just been here thinking quietly," mumbled Sammi, bringing the thick blanket up to her chin.

"You've been doing that the past couple of days. I'm here when you need to talk, Sam, you can't bottle it up," said Athena, sitting up against the headboard.

"I just can't get the image of Razzle smiling at me right before he left. I know I need to go see Vince today. Phone calls aren't gonna cut it forever," said Sammi, dragging her hands down her face. "Thank god I got a couple of days off,"

"Do you want me to go with you? I can call someone to fill me in at work," said Athena. Sammi shook her head, only staring straight at the ceiling and remaining silent. "At least you have Razzle's hat to remember him by. Some of us only have his hilarious bad flirting skills as a memory," cracked Athena, smiling at Sammi in hopes for a laugh. Sammi only nodded, getting out of Vince's bed.

*

The small waiting room for the county jail was cold, not just based on temperature. The grey walls felt like they were closing in on Sammi as she hugged herself in the wooden chair. She bounced her leg anxiously, glancing around at the 6 other women waiting to be let in to visit whoever. For being so early in the day, Sammi was the most covered up in comparison.

"Samantha Bass. Liliana Herandez. Kayla Richardson. Melissa Lopez. Follow me," announced a muscular man in a prison security uniform, reading off his clipboard. Sammi clutched her purse to her chest, smiling at the scary security officer. All the women placed their bags to be searched and then raised their arms for a pat search. Sammi felt almost gross, having another male security guard patting her legs roughly. "Okay, you four will sit spread out on the tables. No kissing. No explicit touching. You only have 30 minutes to speak to your men. If we see anything against the rules, we will remove the prisoner. Do you females understand?" ordered the security guard. Sammi and all the women nodded, heading to the cafeteria-style tables.

Sammi began biting her nails, keeping her head down even when she heard the gated door open. She saw Vince's shadow sit in front of her, still looking down at the square bench table. "Hey, Sunny. How's my favorite girl been?" said Vince, smiling his best to Sammi. Sammi looked up to see the man she adored look defeated. Dark circles under his eyes, hair tied back, and a fake smile. She grabbed Vince's hands from across the table, still unable to say a word. "Come on, Babe. I know you must have some words to tell me today,"

"It's weird being at your house without you, I'll tell ya that," uttered Sammi, looking dead into Vince's eyes. She didn't smile or pretend to be happy to see him. Sammi was angry. She was mad at Vince for not listening, and she was mad at herself for not convincing Vince enough. "I'm sorry, but right now I just want to yell at you from the top of my lungs, Vince,"

Vince dropped his head, still holding onto Sammi. "I know. I know. Trust me I feel like shit for what happened. Especially being in fucking jail for it,"

"You seriously just needed to stay home. If we needed alcohol so bad, someone else could have gone that wasn't slurring their words,"

Vince stayed silent, lightly grazing his finger against the back of Sammi's hand. "You could've died driving like you did," whimpered Sammi, wiping a tear from almost falling. "What do you know about your charges?"

"Vehicular manslaughter. I could face a minimum of six years since I was under the influence, but Doc has already got some big-time lawyers to help me out. Nice to see him actually visit me, unlike some people," muttered Vince.

Sammi scrunched her eyebrows together, "What? Who hasn't come to visit you?"

"Who do you think, Sam?" said Vince with hurt in his voice.  

"Not even give you a call to check up on you?"

"Nope. So far, it's only been my folks, Doc, and you that I've been in contact with. Not fucking surprised they all hid away," said Vince.

"I'm so sorry Vince, I didn't think you'd be left hanging like this. I thought Tommy would've called at some point,"

"Yeah well when I get sentenced, they'll have enough time to visit me at least once," said Vince, "I really wish I could kiss you right now,"

"Please don't, we only have 20 minutes left, and I don't want you to get in trouble," smiled Sammi at Vince. The two stayed silent for a moment, only holding onto each other for the time they had.

"I love you, Sammi," said Vince

"I love you, too," said Sammi with a smile, squeezing Vince's hands.

*

 Bam Bam Bam.  Nothing.  Bam. Bam. Bam.  Nothing. Sammi huffed out frustrated as she knocked on Nikki's front door one more time, harder than before. Sammi looked at the tall brown gothic double doors, seeing a dark theme just from the front of the home. Nikki managing to find a house like this in Los Angeles will forever be a question on Sammi's mind. As she was about to turn on her heels, the door slowly creaked open to show a disheveled Nikki lean against the door. He blinked for a moment, adjusting to the bright sun, seeing an angry Sammi in front of him.

"Where the hell have you been?" ordered Sammi, crossing her arms against her chest.

Nikki rubbed his eyes, trying to stay standing still. "At home, like a good boy. What about you?" slurred Nikki.

"You're sure about that? Because you look disgusting and reek of booze at 2pm," said Sammi, pushing Nikki out of the way to enter his new home. She had never been inside the house, only hearing how Nikki described it. All at once, she could tell Nikki broke in the home quickly, seeing bottles and powder residue scattered around the place. Glancing up and down as the young girl walked further, Sammi came to a halt to find Tommy lying on his back on the cold wooden floor. She marched straight to him, kicking him lightly on ribs to wake him up. A grunt came out of Tommy's mouth, rolling onto his side and opened one eye.

"Oh, hey, Sam! How's my favorite sister?! Don't tell Athena…" slurred Tommy, sitting up with a drunk smile plastered on his face. Sammi rolled her eyes, wanting every bone in her body to hit Tommy's head with her purse's head. So she did just that.

"Ow! What was that for?!" yelled Tommy.

"Have you two just been on a bender this whole fucking week?!" yelled Sammi at the Terror Twins.

"No… it's almost been a few drugs in our system," said Nikki, smirking as he dropped himself on the leather sofa nearby.

"We got some time off, might as well relax," chuckled Tommy, looking around for a bottle of whiskey.

"You two only have time off because Vince is in fucking jail! Why haven't you fucking visited him, you assholes?!"

"What makes you think we haven't?! We could've gone two days ago!" shouted Nikki, stomping right up to Sammi.

"Because I just fucking left the jail! You two and Mick have been dead silent to Vince, and it's not fair! Instead of killing your brain cells, how about you be a fucking friend!" Sammi barked back at Nikki, seeing his nostrils flare up at her. "Because I know I deserve a fucking award compared to you three!"

"Yeah, well, you're his chick that he's fucking! Of course, you'd go visit him!"

"Girlfriend! I'm his GIRLFRIEND, Nikki!" shouted Sammi.

Tommy only groaned in the background, standing on his feet like a newborn doe. "We're friends by staying away, Sam, it's called tough love. Besides Doc's got it, so we're good," said Tommy, holding his sister's shoulder for support.

Hearing Tommy speak only made Sammi angrier, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Vince could've fucking died along with Razzle. Get that through both of your foggy brains. He is alone in a jail cell where he can't do anything, unlike you two. Such bullshit liars when you say he's your brother," said Sammi, pushing Tommy's arm off her. "He can be in jail for six years, and you two really don't give a shit?" asked Sammi lastly as she turned on her heels, heading straight to the door without wanting an answer from both of them.

Nikki only shook his head as he watched Sammi, headed straight to the master bedroom. There on the bed, waited for a box filled with a special kind of drug for Nikki. He didn't tell Tommy about it just yet but knew he wasn't going to anyway. He picked up a spoon and lighter, melting powder into a beautiful liquid. Once heated to his liking, he pulled out a clean needle to collect everything from the spoon. All he needed now was a piece of fabric around his bicep and a minute to fade away the memories. Nikki's eyes rolled to the back of his head, collapsing on the bed to feel like he was floating on a cloud. A cloud of heroin where he loved to float on.

December 22th, 1984

"MOTLEY CRUE SINGER, VINCE NEIL, RELEASED FROM PRISON ON BAIL. WHAT WILL BECOME OF THE SINGER AFTER THE DEATH OF BRITISH MUSICIAN RAZZLE?"

January 14th, 1985

  On the 4th floor of the corporate building, Sabrina sprinted down the halls in a hurry to her boss's office. "Sammi. Sammi, you have to see this," said Sabrina, halting right in front of the secretary's desk. Sammi looked up from the documents on her desk, raising an eyebrow to her friend.

"What? What's going on?" asked Sammi, talking over to Sabrina. Sabrina could only grab Sammi's hand, dragging her out of the office to the elevators.

"I just came from the studios to drop something off, and Tom was bugging in front of one. When was the last time you checked on Tommy and the guys" asked Sabrina, leaning against the elevator railing.

"Basically, since last month. I really didn't feel like talking to a bunch of brick walls about Vince," said Sammi, pushing up glasses from falling off her nose. "Tommy didn't care to make an appearance at Christmas. Again, why?"

"Let's wait 'til I explain," said Sabrina, walking out the elevator once they reach the first floor. As the two girls turned through the maze-like hallways to enter the recording studios, Sammi was able to see Tom pace back and forth until his attention was drawn back to his work. Sabrina could hear the shouting echoed in the speakers, slightly pushing the door ajar to find Doc and Tom looking at the show in front of them. They entered the control room, Sammi's eyes quickly drew to Tommy, almost sliding off the sofa right next to Mick. If Mick wasn't wearing his sunglasses, everyone would see his eyes match the same dark circles as Nikki. Only Vince was the only person who looked kept together, but only because he had to be until his day in court.

"What the fuck is this?" asked Sammi, almost in a whisper to Doc and Tom.

"Trying to record an album. Clearly, your boys aren't up for the job," said Tom, wanting to pull his hair out. None of the boys paid attention to the window to the control room right as Nikki raised a silver platter to Vince's face, offering a white powder like always. Sammi looked at Sabrina, wanting to turn on the mic and tell Vince to stop. But he was a grown man who had to deal with his own problems. In a matter of seconds from snorting, Vince stumbling right to the trash can, hurling everything out of his stomach. Sammi covered her mouth, jumping at the sound of Vince throwing up.

"What the fuck, man?! What was that?!" yelled Vince.

"Oh, that was smack," said Nikki, chuckling along with Tommy. Vince inhaled sharply, shaking his head at his bandmates, deteriorating in front of everyone.

"What the hell is smack?!" asked Sammi, looking at everyone for answers that were in front of the glass.

"Isn't that heroin?" asked Sabrina, scrunching her eyebrows at Doc. Doc only stayed silent, rubbing his chin to think of a temporary fix for these men. Sammi dropped her head into her hands, groaning in an almost whisper, trying her best to keep her composure.

"They were supposed to get this record out already, and now my ass is on the line!" shouted Tom, walking out the control room again to head to the offices. Sammi could see Vince stare through the glass, a mixture of anger and disappointment on his face through the space of her fingers.

"You know what? Fuck you guys! Call me when you three want to be a fucking band!" said Vince, bursting out of the recording booth to find the nearest exit door in the Elektra building. Sammi was about to be right on Vince's tail until Sabrina halted her by her shoulders. Sabrina shook her head with pressed lips, being the older wise friend for the moment. Sammi glared through the window, giving an icy stare to Tommy and Nikki. Mick just stayed there, utterly emotionless about everything. Tommy wanted to hide away from his sister but only stayed frozen. Nikki didn't care, he only cared about the drug in front of him.

"So what the fuck are they gonna do now? Just wait 'til Nikki's high is gone to make an album?" asked Sammi with irritation.

"Even then, I doubt the higher-ups would want to listen to that album," muttered, Sabrina crossing her arms. Sammi snapped her head to Sabrina, only getting a shrug from her friend.

"I'll try to fix this. You two should get back to work before you ladies get in trouble," said Doc, leaning back into the office chair. Sammi sighed dramatically, pushing the hair out of her face. Right as the girls began walking out, Sammi flipped them off with both fingers directly at Tommy but still for everyone. Tommy sank lower into the sofa, tapping his drumsticks against his lap.

"So this is why Tommy fucking avoided us as much as he could," said Sammi through her teeth, smiling politely past any co-workers as the girls headed back to the fourth floor. "And why the fuck is Nikki doing heroin?! He acts crazy on coke already!" shouted Sammi as the girls stood alone in the elevator.

"Maybe coke isn't doing it for him anymore?" suggested Sabrina. Sammi scrunched her eyebrows and nose together to Sabrina. "Sometimes, when someone gets on a drug habit, they don't feel high from that drug anymore. So they will look for something else, even if the drug doesn't have the same effect,"

"That fucking explains why he would lick a coke bag clean. Wait, can you inject heroin?" asked Sammi, walking first into the office floor.

"Yeah, I think that's the most common way to get high quickly. Pretty sure if you're used to it, you could snort it, but that's a guess. Have you noticed any marks on the guys' arms?" asked Sabrina in a whisper as they sat in her small workspace. What felt like the 100th time, Sammi dropped her head into the hands as she leaned on the metal desk.

"Nikki told me not to worry about it. I saw it one time on Vince a long time ago, but that was it," mumbled Sammi.

"You're going to have to talk to Nikki at some point about this. Do you know how bad this could affect everyone? Plus having to deal with Vince's mistake, our bosses are gonna be on their ass," whispered Sabrina, searching to see if anyone could be eavesdropping.

"I'm not their fucking babysitter, S! I shouldn't be worried about this crap! I should just be worried about where the fuck I'm gonna go to school in the fall," whispered Sammi with anger.

"Yeah but guess what, your brother and boyfriend are in a band where they could have people giving up on them. I'm pretty sure if they didn't have Doc, Elektra would've dropped them by now. Talk to Nikki, Sam," ordered Sabrina, in her firm voice that could make anyone listen to her fast. Sammi breathed in for a moment, knowing Sabrina had a point even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Okay, I'll talk to him and see what the fucks up," said Sammi, getting up from the seat beside Sabrina. "You know sometimes I hate it when you're right,"

Sabrina smirked up at Sammi, "Only because you know it benefits everyone around us,"

"Yeah yeah, Ms. Smarty Big Heart," muttered Sammi with sarcasm, finally heading back to her desk.

*

Even with Redondo Beach being so far away, Sammi felt the drive was always worth it. The ocean in plain view as Sammi cheerfully belt out what was playing on the radio. Her singing came to a stop once she noticed a familiar face right in front of Vince's driveway. Slowly parking into the white mansion, Sammi's eyes went wide to see the blonde girl from the party. She looked tired and worried, pacing back and forth from the front as if she didn't know what to do. It wasn't until she saw Sammi step out of the impala that made her frozen. Sammi stepped slowly with caution, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Hi… it was Sharise, wasn't it?" asked Sammi.

"Uh yeah, we met at the party.," said the woman with the accent and a smile. Sammi still couldn't figure out where the hell it was from. "Do you know if Vince is home?" asked Sharise with a tremble in her voice. Sammi scrunched her eyebrows together at the woman, scratching her head to think. She looked in the back of her to count how many cars were parked right by her.

"Um, I have no idea. Vince went to the studio then stormed off because of the guys. Can I ask why you're at my boyfriend's house?" asked Sammi in a stern voice. Sharise bit her lip, trying to look anywhere that wasn't Sammi's eyes. She tapped her foot with anxiety until let out a rough sigh, almost a groan.

"Look I'm really sorry I'm doing this, but I'm pregnant, and I need Vince for a paternity test,"

[cornacopicimagines]

hades and persephone │p.t 2

not my gif

part 1 part 3

masterlist

pairing: hades!tom holland x persephone!reader

words: 3.4k

warning: SMUT, fingering, oral (male receiving), swearing, teasing kink?

summary: being away from a husband that is the god of hell for six months can sure do things to a goddess of spring.

a/n: this is a part two if my previous fic - hades and persephone, and if any of y'all can spot the myth reference i will love you forever x

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The day had arrived, y/n couldn't sleep the night before. Her heart was racing and her mind was running with an abundance of thoughts. Zendaya, on the other hand, was seeing red.

She had to let go on the one thing she loved most for half of the year. Zendaya couldn't despise Tom even more and then he stole y/n right from her grasp. She went to Tom's brother in the earlier stages of their arrangement to try and change it, but Zeus shut Zendaya down quickly saying that this plan was all y/n's idea.

"I know you're upset Daya," y/n spoke softly as she slowly walked over to Zendaya, who was sitting angrily at the stump of a tree. She said nothing but glared up at y/n, who had know folded her arms. "I won't be gone forever," y/n tried to tell her.

"But it feel's like forever to me," Zendaya said under her breath as she slowly wilted a few flowers near her. y/n sighed quietly as she placed herself near to Zendaya and softly laid her head on Daya's shoulder.

"I know what happens to the earth when I am gone Daya," y/n said sadly as she brushed her hand through the grass underneath her, trying to bring the wilting plant back. Her eyes met Zendaya's in a moment of sadness.

"I do try y/n," Zendaya told her desperately. "It's my job to keep the earth healthy and thriving, do you think I want to plunge the world into complete darkness for six months," she said as she put her head in her hands.

Quickly, y/n embraced Zendaya in a warm hug, giving her a silent reminder of y/n while she was away. They pulled away from each other, y/n's eyes met Zendaya's as she placed her soft hand on Zendaya's cheek.

"Did you have to fall for Tom?" Zendaya huffed out and she now slumped against the tree. y/n scoffed loudly not knowing whether to scold her or reassure her.

"You of all people should know you don't choose who you love," y/n responded as she looked up to the clear blue sky and wondered what the other gods were doing at that moment. Zendaya didn't respond to y/n but stayed silent giving y/n a sign of acceptance.

"I don't what it is about you," Zendaya started as she stared straight at y/n, "but you are not the young innocent flower I once knew." The way she said it not only broke y/n's heart but it also made her angry. Zendaya couldn't lock her up for eternity, she couldn't shield y/n's eyes forever.

"I will miss you," y/n finally spoke up, her attention wavering from Zendaya and the lush surroundings. y/n's hand travelled over to place itself ontop Zendaya's and squeezed lightly.

"As will I," Zendaya squeaked out as if she was afraid that those words would hurt and in a way they did. y/n saw the sun setting over the horizon as Apollo ran in the light and Artemis geared up to drag the moon across the sky, she had to leave.

As if on cue Hermes appeared infront of the two women, his shining glory making Zendaya almost weap.

"Lady Persephone, are you ready for your descent into the underworld?" he asked her politely, he asked her that same question everytime she was needed to accompany her husband. Zendaya got up before y/n did in an attempt to call off the arrangement and spend more time with her companion.

"Could you give another day or two with her Lord Hermes?" Zendaya rushed out as she blocked y/n's way of passage to the god.

"I am sorry Lady Demeter, but this is what has to be done," Hermes told her woefully, his eyes not meeting Zendaya's. y/n got up from her spot under the tree and passed Zendaya's frantic state. y/n gave her one last hug before she took Hermes's arms and disappeared from Zendaya's view.

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Tom had been waiting for this day to come ever since she left for the earth above six months ago. His heart hadn't stopped pounding against his chest since he woke up this morning.

Currently, though he was dealing with an issue that could have been solved easily if it weren't for the ignorance of the other gods. Sometime's Tom considered quitting this whole god of the underworld shit. He had made a pros and cons list a couple of weeks ago, case in point he had a lot of cons. First, the other gods were so egotistical that Tom had trouble figuring out how their necks didn't snap from the massive heads. Second being the Ruler of Hell doesn't really get him a lot of street cred with the mortals above. But he did have one pro which seemed to keep him glued to the jet black throne. y/n.

"I say we enlist some other minor god to fill his place," one god piped up, Tom scoffed at the idea. Like any other god could handle the job Harrison did every day for a millennia or so.

"That sounds utterly stupid," Ares snarled out, Tom could tell it was him by the way the table shook and the voice almost dripped with anger. "I am getting bored since Thanatos is nowhere to be seen, I can't kill anyone," he finished almost sounding sad for once.

"I think my brother should decide since Thanatos was his right-hand man" Tom's brother; Poseidon spoke rationally pointing to Tom through the mirrored hologram effect. Tom stood from his chair and walked toward the screen.

"I say that we look for Thanatos, he is just simply missing." Tom told them, "All we need to do is put our lovely godly noggins together and find a way to seek him out," he finished.

"Lord Hades is right," Athena said gracefully as her grey eyes burned into her father's skull. Zeus sighed angrily before looking at Tom.

"You will lead the search brother," Zeus exclaimed before Tom cut off the signal and threw himself back onto his throne. Even though Harrison was gone from his presence at least his wife would come back to him this evening and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face.

Tom sat in complete silence for two minutes before realising that nothing would be happening for the rest of his day and left his throne room hoping that y/n would be waiting for him in their joint chambers.

As he walked down the halls of his palace, he got a lot of suggestive looks from his maids and guards, others wound up running into their own chambers knowing those loud activities of the king and queen when they reunited with each other.

Tom opened the doors and started to take off more of his unneeded clothing, Jesus they were restraining. The one thing he never thought he would get sick of hearing was the sound of y/n's bathroom door and the soft padding of her footstep getting closer to him.

"There you are," her loving voice called out to him, "I was asking everybody where you were," y/n spoke as Tom swivelled around to spot her letting her flawless hair fall out of the tight braid. Tom couldn't stop himself from smiling like a flustered schoolboy.

Tom didn't say anything as he slowly approached his wife, his hands came up to cup her face as he stared deep into her eyes.

"I missed you so fucking much," he whispered to her as he placed his forehead against her. "You don't even know."

"I just think I might," y/n responded a slight giggle surpassing her lips. Tom tried his best to savour this moment just a little longer but as soon as that damned laughed rolled out of her mouth, he smashed his lips against hers. His hands went from her cheeks to grip at the side of her hips. y/n hummed against Tom's mouth in approval.

"I got something for you," Tom spoke as he finally pulled away from her heavenly kiss. He made his way over to the dresser and picked a long black box. He passed it to y/n, who opened it quickly and chocked in surprise. Inside was a necklace made of beautiful crystals and metals that weaved themselves around the jewels reminding her of the vines above.

"It's gorgeous," y/n squealed happily as she brought Tom's face close to her and place her lips on his in a quick moment of passion. "I wish I had brought you something from my gardens on earth," y/n spoke sadly, disappointed that she didn't think of something to bring to Tom.

"Don't worry princess," Tom laughed softly as he watched y/n walk over to a mirror and place the necklace against her chest. y/n couldn't seem to get the clasp on and silently asked Tom to help her out.

He happily obliged and fitted the jewellery around y/n's neck admiring it through the mirror. Her eyes met his through the reflection and an idea sprung into his head.

Tom swept y/n's hair to the side and started peppering small fluttering kisses across her collarbone, at first it was playful and loving but it became slower and longer. He started biting softly at her smooth skin. Her mousey moans pushing him to keep going.

His rough hands moved underneath the satin material of her robes and quickly started to make work on her breasts. Tom's hands squeezed and tugged at her chest, eliciting delicate whimpers from y/n infront of him.

"You know the one thing I missed more than that sweet voice of yours," Tom cooed in her ear as his free hand fell into her lace underwear rubbing gently against her wet folds increasing the noise y/n was making, "your even sweeter cunt," he said darkly as he bit the lobe of her ears.

Just his breath against her face was enough for y/n to drown her panties but the way his hands were moulding her like putty and his voice muttering absolute sex to her, how could she not almost faint when his long fingers suddenly darted into her hole.

y/n's head fell into the crook of Tom's neck as he continued to pump his digits in and out of her. She wasn't sure what pleased her more, the fact that with just his hands Tom could destroy her in a matter of moments or the fact that he still did it with some much passion and intensity that she fell more in love with him.

He hit a spot inside her that made y/n almost tumble to the ground. Her hands found themselves tugging harshly at the hair near the nape of his neck, Tom groaned in pleasure as he started to finger her faster, now circling her clit with his thumb.

"Holy shit Tom," Y/n kept chanting through breathless moans. Tom said nothing but smiled wildly as he felt her tight walls close around his finger signalling she was near release.

"Are you going to come, gorgeous girl," Tom purred in her ear as he continued to rapidly pleasure her. y/n nodded her head vigorously and gripped at Tom's jet black shirts as she felt the beautiful pit at the bottom of her stomach.

She was just about to release all over his fingers when out of nowhere the pleasure instantly faded and Tom started to walk away from her.

"What the fuck?!" y/n almost screeched at him as she stomped over to him with her arms folded under her chest pushing her cleavage up one full display for Tom's delight.

"That was just a bit of fun right?" Tom asked as innocently as he could, he wanted to tease y/n until she was begging for him.

This plan, however, did not sit well with y/n, "a bit of fun," she said almost scarily, it was the first time Tom had seen her like this.

"I was just having a bit of fun with you," he said again but this time he sounded uncertain within himself, which is the last thing he wanted to portray.

"So you wouldn't mind if I had a bit of fun with you?" y/n asked him politely as she strutted over to him and started to gently stroke him through the tough material of his pants.

To be truthful, Tom had never seen such vulgarity come out of y/n and he was so aroused he was afraid he was going to cum as soon as she touched him. Tom adored how when y/n was around other people she was happy, bright and most of all innocent, but as soon as Tom and y/n had time alone, a whole another side to her appeared.

"I would like that very much," Tom responded as he let the weight of y/n body press him up against a table.  y/n smirked up at him as she sunk down to her knees and slowly unbuckled his belt and threw his clothes down to let his length spring free.

Her eyes met his as she dragged the point of her tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip never breaking her gaze on Tom's. Still, she wanted to make Tom feel the slow release that he had inflicted on y/n earlier. She let his head enter her mouth before removing it with a loud pop.

"If you keep on teasing me, princess," Tom barely got out as she continued to mess with his head, "You're going to pay for it," he finished just before she almost choked on his dick as she took him fully into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobs at a slow but steady pace, whatever she couldn't fit she massaged with her hands.

While she was wrecking Tom with her mouth, Tom threw his head back and gripped the edges of the table tightly. Giving him a mischievous smile, y/n started to move her head faster and her tongue swirled around him. Tom started to seriously damage the wood of the tables as his hands kept clutching on the table until it started to crack underneath his palms.

"Oh my god," Tom spoke lowly as his eyes once again fell on her, pushing him even further to the edge and it seemed like y/n knew it too as she hummed against this cock as it twitched in her mouth. Just like y/n before, he was just about to cum when she pulled away from Tom and started to strut back to the door. Tom though quickly caught up with her and threw her over his shoulder making a loud giggle fall out of y/n for her robe to become looser against his shoulder.

Tom always treated her like a porcelain doll when it came to sex. He always drifted his fingertips over her skin when they got intimate, he either kissed her lightly or with enough passion to fuel a fire. He always made sure that she was fine and safe when they made love but it this time he almost threw her against the massive bed and crawl on top of her.

y/n tried to wrap her arms around Tom's neck but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the pillows above her, "You keep them there unles you even more punishments, got it," he snapped at her. y/n said nothing but gulped loudly. Tom didn't say a word to her as he kept one of his hand around her wrist, while the other one made work of ripping her underwear and robe off her body. y/n couldn't be more aroused as Tom didn't wait, didn't bother giving her small kiss or to caress her hips.

Tom halted all of his movements against her skin, she still did as he told her and kept her arms above her head which was restricting her from looking as to why Tom had left her stark naked and literally dripping on the sheet. Out of nowhere y/n felt the tip of his dick flick over her slick folds making her back arch.

"I think I could get used to this sight," Tom muttered as he continued to tease her, "look at me y/n," he told her sharply, y/n change her position underneath him to stare straight into his eyes before he leaned in closer to her so his face was just touching her.

His dick was at the entrance of her core, not moving at all. It was like holding food in front of a starving animal, it was torture to her. "Beg for it," he whispered his gaze never faltering from her. y/n whispered a squeaky, please. "Not good enough princess," he told her once again this time going slightly further into her heat.

"Please Tom, please," she chanted quietly as her breathing got erratic.

"It sounds like you really didn't want me while you were up there," Tom sighed as if he was saddened by the statement that left his lips, "You're starting to hurt my feelings doll," he told her as his finger started to fiddle with the bundle of nerves that was her clit.

"Oh for christ's sake Tom, just fuck me already," y/n snapped at her and with that Tom madly started to pound into her, instantly starting y/n's dirty moans. Tom couldn't keep it in himself as his head fell into the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of his wife's perfectly snug walls enclosing his dick as he fucked her.

"Forgot how good you felt around me princess," Tom murmured against her flesh.

"Ca-can I-oh god please touch you," y/n asked him through loud screams, Tom nodded and y/n instantly started to pull at his hair and scrape her nails against his back. All that could be heard was the sounds of their bodies colliding with each other and their names bouncing off the walls. Her hands cupped Tom's cheeks to bring his face to meet her's. "Please go faster," y/n pleaded as she felt her release nearing on her. Tom happily did what he was asked and picked up the pace of the rhythm he had established.

Tom started to feel himself getting closer as well, his chest started to tighten as he kept on fucking her so hard that the headboard of the bed started to violently bang against the wall. Not only did her pussy retract around him but y/n's hands started to gripped hard at his biceps as she felt the beautifully familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her face contorted with pleasure as Tom continued to slam the perfect spot inside of her.

"Come around my dick," Tom told her harshly as every syllable matched the beat of his skin slamming against hers, "Be a good girl for me," y/n couldn't keep it in as she suddenly felt the tidal wave of her orgasm crash over her as she screamed out in pleasure and started to see stars. Close after her Tom started to lose his breath, his pattern got irregular and with a loud grunt, Tom came. His warm salty liquid spilling over y/n's bare navel before collapsing atop of her.

"It's great to be back," y/n laughed as she softly stroked Tom's red naked back at he attempted to catch his breath. For a god of death, she was going to be the death of him.

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