Prologue
Jayden James
Addiction. I have a deadly addiction with all things that are bad for me. It’s an obsession really and I am bound.
Women, tick.
Drugs, tick.
Drink, tick.
Breaking the law, tick.
Taping and gapping, tick.
Being a cunt? Now, that’s a big tick and it’s more than an addiction. The feeling alone that it gives when fucking with people’s minds, souls, bodies and space.
I am addicted to all things that are bad for me.
But, fuck me sideways, it sure is good being me.
I am an addict and I don’t want to stop.
I don’t need a 12-step program and I don’t need saving. I don’t need to find God and my path; for my path is rock and roll with a bottle of Jack in my hand and a woman on my dick.
I am Jayden James. I am the lead singer, and guitarist for the band known as Triple X.
I also am known as the rap devil as my rhymes will have you coming in ya panties, baby.
We fuck with ya mind and then your soul. We will for sure fuck you hard on any surface within a ten-meter radius of wherever we are: our tour bus, backstage, a bathroom at a club, or the floor of our hotel room.
Anywhere we see fit to fuck with you and your body we will. It’s what we do; play sick beats, spit sick rhymes baby and fuck our way through New Zealand and soon America.
We have made it, baby, we are heading overseas. Our big break came after a notorious night of sex, drugs and disorderly behavior with Post Malone after our concert here in Auckland.
Now, a year on and we are gearing up to take the states by their panties and set fire to their souls while fucking them sideways till they cum from their ears and know that Triple mother X were here baby.
Chapter One
Jayden
Sitting here watching the world I have created with drinking, drugs and bad choices, I laugh to myself, my mother’s voice ringing in my ears. “I will always pray for you Jayden, always. You are walking a fine line between heaven and hell as you set your soul on fire with the devil’s drink and the demon’s drugs.”
Rolling my Jack in my glass over the chips of ice, I see nothing but the numbness from the pain it gives me and yes, Ma, I do sometimes pray. I pray to wake in the morning for tonight all I wanna do is drown out the years and the memories of a time when I didn’t have to be this. Be this hard Jayden James. The world bent me the night my brother got shot in front of me outside of youth group. Where the fuck was God then Ma? Hey, not on our side as you always say.
So, rock n’ roll and rapping found me as the devil spoke to my soul.
Quitting church and the youth band I found two music playing bogan brothers who are twins. We went to school together and started to make music in their garage. This soon turned to rapping after watching Eminem and MGK take the word by storm with their sick rhymes and dope beats. But it was the way that Posty wove so many different genres into a song, the way his albums helpedrock, rap, pop, and folk music, that had my head spinning and my soul yearning for more. To push myself further musically, to break out of the box and form my own dope style. That also took over and soon turned into smoking some weed and then drinking a bit of liquor making what you see before you, a now halfway-famous lover of all illegal substances. We are Triple X, baby, and we will fuck you so hard that even God will need a cigarette afterwards.
Picking up the small round mirror lined up with coke, I grab a one-hundred-dollar bill. Rolling it into a tight funnel I snort up two lines squeezing my nose as I come up. I bask in the rush to the back of my brain that comes with filling my body with such a sudden explosion of feeling. I need to get high enough to not feel this pain. As the rush takes me the best of me fades to black. Like the night the life drained from my brother’s eyes as I held him in my arms while he bled out, my fingers griping at the bullet wounds sprayed over his chest.
Sitting back, Jack in hand, a lady at my side. Her long, painted nails running up the inside of my thigh as her breath purred over my heightened senses causing me to shudder. She is nothing more than a hole to fuck and she is so mistaken and delusional if she thinks she’s in here for any other reason.
“That shit will kill ya, aye.” A sweet melodic sound bounced inside my ears. Raising my glazed over eyes to meet the death blue stare of a woman who instantly made my dick go hard with her voice alone.
“Life will kill you, Chica.” My tone oozing I’m going to fuck you hard.
She rolls her eyes placing the bottle of Jack and ice bucket with champagne with a fucking sparkler spitting out from it down on the table.
