Page 29 of The Twisted Beats

I give a gracious nod. He turns to my uncle.

“John, you got yourself something here. Cashisyour map to the money. I’m calling it now. As long as he doesn’t screw up, by the time he’s twenty-one, it’ll be just as Brendan said. We’ll all be living as kings.” Greg shifts to kiss his wife’s cheek.

She lovingly offers the side of her face to his lips. “We already live as kings, but those boys will take over the empire. Let’s just hope it doesn’t crumble to the ground in an attack by those awful villagers who like tearing down the castle.”

“Don’t worry, Lorna. I’ve got it all taken care of. With my connections, these boys will reign as the longest-running kings alive when it’s all said and done.” John turns and struts back to the bar.

Lorna peeks up at Greg. “You know it’s going to be hard trying to keep Liv away from him. With that sultry voice andhis godlike features, she’ll be scratching and clawing at me just to get a look at him. And he’s only sixteen, for Christ’s sake.”

“Mom!” Livianna pops her hands to her hips and glares at Lorna. “We’re right here, so what the actual…are you thinking?”

“It’s not a problem, Lily. It comes with the territory. If it’s not your ma, it’ll be someone else.” I run my sweaty palms down my thighs and toss Livianna a wink, topped off with a rockstar smile.

“He’s not lying, Liv. People say the craziest shit around us, and that’s not all they do. Just wait until you come to one of our shows and you’ll see it firsthand.” Bren wickedly laughs and gives me an invisible high five.

I smack my hand in the air and laugh along with him. Greg and John steal a tense glance at one another as Lorna narrows her eyes.

“That will be enough, boys. No talking about devilish touring antics while Livianna is around.” Lorna wiggles free from Greg’s arms and retreats upstairs.

He looks at me and Bren. “Finish jamming so you don’t sound terrible in a month and meet us out on the patio around seven. Cash, you’re welcome to stay the night, but let your mom know what your plans are.”

Greg places his hands on Livianna’s shoulders. “Come on, darling. Let’s run some lines and get your practice in while your mom makes dinner.”

“But it’s the weekend, Daddy. Can I stay and listen to them play?” Livianna swivels around and takes him by the hand. “Please, Daddy.”

“Livianna, you have a packed schedule next week. When are you going to memorize your lines?” His stance begins to cave.

He’s gonna give in to her, and I don’t blame him. I would too because she’s that good at getting you sucked into her every wish.

“I promise to practice my lines all weekend. And if you say yes, I won’t complain once about my tutoring for the rest of the month.” She presses her palms together in a praying position and pleads with her eyes, even drawing out a fake tear to trickle down her cheek.

“That’s a big promise, darling.” He peers into her eyes and then brushes away her lone tear. “You got yourself a deal, but if you break it, there will be consequences.”

“Thanks, Daddy. I love you.” She whips around and jumps onto the huge square sectional couch as her pops shakes his head.

He knows he just got suckered into that. How could he not? She is a child actress. From what Bren’s told me, she’s one of the best. In my opinion, her pops should’ve known better.

She flops onto her belly and stretches out while she bends her elbows so she can rest her chin in her palms. Her shirt gets pulled down in the process, and the top portion of her tits protrudes over the hem.

How the fuck is she only fourteen?

“Carry on then. We’ll see you around seven.” Greg runs up the stairs, taking two at a time.

“Liv, keep quiet as we play.” Bren tightens a string on his guitar. “Cash, you stay on piano.”

“We’re practicing the same set as we have all week?” I peek through the opening of the piano lid to where he’s standing.

“Yep. Our first ride as Ur Boyz is in less than a month. I know you’re tight, but you and I have to be in sync.” He strums on the strings.

“We sure do.” My fingers find the keys.

We practice our asses off, all while I fight myself from staring at Livianna’s tempting pleasure clouds. She licks her lips or bats her lashes when I steal a glance.

I think she’s doing it to torture me. She’s a naughty little Lily, I’ll give her that.

She knows I’m a sixteen-year-old boy with raging hormones that own my dick, yet she lies on that gray surface and lets me imagine my face between her luscious curves. We play this agonizing game for over an hour.

“I’ve gotta take a piss.” Bren removes his guitar and hangs it on the wall. “I’ll be back in a second. There’s water in the fridge over there if you need it.”