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Chapter One ~ Brendan

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There was nothing like those three seconds after Brock began strue whilefor Brock’s cue before strutting out into the lights to take e I’d close my eyes as the lyrics erupted from my vocal cords

Those moments were true bliss

Yes, I loved the sounds of fans screa along with me, but the rush of those three seconds…

It was like a drug, and I was addicted

After taking a break and heading to Europe, it felt ae withwhen I saw Brock with his head down and eyes closed as he played

With ht, just thein his backyard as he was on the stage Brock never wanted more than to share this experience with Brady, our middle brother, and me

Although I was the youngest, I was the driving force behind Whiskey Heat I kneithout a doubt that my brothers stayed in the band because they kneolder, and Brock was a husband and father now, but he still showed up every ti, and I loved him for it

I swiveled my head and scanned the decent-sized crowd that littered the dance floor of Jake’s, the bar we often played My eyes skidded to a halt when I noticed a woroup in the middle of the floor

She was average height, with dark, possibly red, hair, which hung long and thick over her creae were so bright, and the dance floor so dark … Who the fuck cared what color it was anyway It was lush and beautiful, and begged to be wrapped around my hands

Her body was thick … sexy thick … all ass, tits, and legs The way she e point, I could tell she wasn’t one of the nor, hot chicks in short dresses, ere perfectly made up This chick was one hundred percent real, and coe, and hts took a dirty turn

I narrowedand reaching for e, but she was just as oblivious of ood ti the passes froroup

After a couple songs, I stepped back to grab a drink of water and give Brady shit about the pair of white panties that were currently hanging frohed when he scowled and used one of his sticks to fling it off