"Johnny can I talk to you for a minute?"
"I just heard something I think you'll want to know."
"Is it something that's gonna piss me off? Because I'm having a good night and I don't feel like dealing with any bullshit right now!"
"Yeah it is, but you'll really want to know about this."
"Okay shoot, but it better be good."
"This guy Eric, I just talked to, is a bartender over at the Fast Lane. He said yesterday around noon Ashley was up there with Bret and when he walked up on them they were kissing."
John's face turned cold and his jaw clinched. "Where is this dude?"
"He went out back by the pool, I think."
John headed out to the pool with Richie and Alec following him. Jack saw the look on John's face and wondered what was up, so he followed them out the door too.
"Which guy?" John looked at Alec.
"The red shirt."
"Are you Eric?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to make this short and to the point! You tell me to my face that you were fucking lying about seeing my damn girlfriend kissing Bret yesterday!"
"Look I'm sorry, I really didn't want to get involved in anything. But I wasn't lying. I went in early and Mike was training me and she walked up in there right after I clocked in at twelve looking for Bret. Mike told her he was by the stage. He sent me to ask about a case of booze we couldn't find and they were locked at the lips when I found them. Don't shoot the messenger man!"
John turned and headed out the back gate.
"Johnny where the hell are you going man?" Jack yelled.
"The Fast Lane!" He shouted.
Richie and Alec ran to catch up with him. They all got in the Mustang and John peeled out spinning his wheels. He almost slid out of control speeding around a curve.
"Johnny slow down man!" Richie yelled.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" John yelled mashing the gas.
"Why the fuck didn't you say something to her man? She was right there! She's been playing the two of you against each other since she got here!" Alec yelled.
"Just shut the fuck up Alec and stay out of it!" John yelled zooming in and out of the traffic.
John pulled up in front of the Fast Lane. There wasn't any place to park so he turned his car off on the street and got out.
"You can't just leave your car out here Johnny!" Richie yelled.
"Watch me!" John shouted headed for the door.
"The cops will tow it off!" Alec hollered.
John opened the door and pushed his way past the people at the front. As soon as he entered he could hear where Bret was. On stage singing one of those lame ass Poison songs.
He went directly to the stage and stood there watching Bret.
He starting thinking about him and Ashley together and it was really pissing him off.
"Johnny slow down man!" Richie yelled.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" John yelled mashing the gas.
"Why the fuck didn't you say something to her man? She was right there! She's been playing the two of you against each other since she got here!" Alec yelled.
"Just shut the fuck up Alec and stay out of it!" John yelled zooming in and out of the traffic.
John pulled up in front of the Fast Lane. There wasn't any place to park so he turned his car off on the street and got out.
"You can't just leave your car out here Johnny!" Richie yelled.
"Watch me!" John shouted headed for the door.
"The cops will tow it off!" Alec hollered.
John opened the door and pushed his way past the people at the front. As soon as he entered he could hear where Bret was. On stage singing one of those lame ass Poison songs.
He went directly to the stage and stood there watching Bret.
Bret noticed John staring at him and wondered, "what the fuck is his problem?"
He finished the song and stepped down off the stage. "Aren't you supposed to be at Jack's big bash?"
"I was there having a great night until I found something out that really pissed me off!"
"And you just couldn't stay away from my club. I'm flattered Johnny." Bret laughed.
"Cut the shit Bret! I know all about you and Ashley!" John yelled.
"I told her you wouldn't go for it! It's a good opportunity for her though. She could make a lot of easy money!"
John had a very confused look on his face.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The job I offered Ash, working here at the club."
"She didn't tell me about any fucking job!"
"Well then what the fuck are you talking about?" Bret asked with an annoyed look growing on his face.
Back at the beach house Ashley was looking around for John. "Jack have you seen John?"
"He was pissed about something and headed over to the Fast Lane with Richie and Alec."
"What did he go back there for? What was he mad about?"
"Somehow he found out Bret kissed you yesterday and was going to have it out with him."
"Oh God, I've got to get over there! Stacey will you take me?"
"Sure, let's go!"
They ran out and got in the jeep speeding to the club.
"Bret, you fucking know we are together now and you kissed her any damn way!"
"I was there having a great night until I found something out that really pissed me off!"
"And you just couldn't stay away from my club. I'm flattered Johnny." Bret laughed.
"Cut the shit Bret! I know all about you and Ashley!" John yelled.
"I told her you wouldn't go for it! It's a good opportunity for her though. She could make a lot of easy money!"
John had a very confused look on his face.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The job I offered Ash, working here at the club."
"She didn't tell me about any fucking job!"
"Well then what the fuck are you talking about?" Bret asked with an annoyed look growing on his face.
Back at the beach house Ashley was looking around for John. "Jack have you seen John?"
"He was pissed about something and headed over to the Fast Lane with Richie and Alec."
"What did he go back there for? What was he mad about?"
"Somehow he found out Bret kissed you yesterday and was going to have it out with him."
"Oh God, I've got to get over there! Stacey will you take me?"
"Sure, let's go!"
They ran out and got in the jeep speeding to the club.
"Bret, you fucking know we are together now and you kissed her any damn way!"
They were getting loud and beginning to draw a crowd. Every bouncer in the club had an eye on them.
Bret laughed. "Oh the kiss, that's what your here about! Yeah she bounced up in here, wearing that cheap ass tin ring you gave her! Trying to tell me she was with you! But I told her I didn't give a shit! And hell yes I kissed her and more importantly she kissed me back! And her tongue was fucking full throttle but I doubt you even know what all it's capable of!"
John was so pissed he was just about to snap.
"Don't you put your fucking hands on her ever again!"
Bret laughed. And what would you do about it Johnny boy? Your girlfriend came here looking for me! And one day I'm finally going to give her what she really came here for!"
John lunged at Bret and they fell to the floor swinging with John getting a couple of punches in. Two big bouncers pulled them apart.
"That's it Bongiovi! I'm tired of playing with you! You're banned from my fucking club!" Bret yelled grabbing his nose and wiping away some blood with his hand.
"I don't give a shit! You ever touch her again and I'll fucking kill you!"
One of the bartenders had already called the cops and they had been close by finishing up a call and were already entering the building.
Reggie had a hold of John.
"I'm the manager here and this punk just attacked me and threatened my life! I want to press charges!" Bret yelled to the cops as they walked up. "Look at my face!"
John was squirming trying to break free from Reggie. "Let me go asshole!"
"You need to calm down! What is your name son?" Officer Wilson asked.
"John Bongiovi."
"Well John Bongiovi, you're under arrest!"
Bret laughed. "Oh the kiss, that's what your here about! Yeah she bounced up in here, wearing that cheap ass tin ring you gave her! Trying to tell me she was with you! But I told her I didn't give a shit! And hell yes I kissed her and more importantly she kissed me back! And her tongue was fucking full throttle but I doubt you even know what all it's capable of!"
John was so pissed he was just about to snap.
"Don't you put your fucking hands on her ever again!"
Bret laughed. And what would you do about it Johnny boy? Your girlfriend came here looking for me! And one day I'm finally going to give her what she really came here for!"
John lunged at Bret and they fell to the floor swinging with John getting a couple of punches in. Two big bouncers pulled them apart.
"That's it Bongiovi! I'm tired of playing with you! You're banned from my fucking club!" Bret yelled grabbing his nose and wiping away some blood with his hand.
"I don't give a shit! You ever touch her again and I'll fucking kill you!"
One of the bartenders had already called the cops and they had been close by finishing up a call and were already entering the building.
Reggie had a hold of John.
"I'm the manager here and this punk just attacked me and threatened my life! I want to press charges!" Bret yelled to the cops as they walked up. "Look at my face!"
John was squirming trying to break free from Reggie. "Let me go asshole!"
"You need to calm down! What is your name son?" Officer Wilson asked.
"John Bongiovi."
"Well John Bongiovi, you're under arrest!"
"For what?" John yelled.
"We'll start with public drunk and disorderly conduct and maybe assault and we'll go from there."
"This is bullshit!" John was squirming trying to break loose.
"If you don't stop, I will add resisting arrest!"
The officer grabbed John's arms and put them behind his back and put handcuffs on him. They started walking him out the door as they read him his rights, with most of the club watching.
Ashley and Stacey pulled up and parked. She saw John in handcuffs and jumped out of the car.
"John." She yelled running over to him.
John looked at her but didn't speak.
"I'm sorry miss, but he's going with us. I need you to step aside."
"But what did he do?"
"You'll have to ask the manager of the club mam."
"Please let me speak to him before you take him! Please!" She begged.
"Okay, just for a second. And then we have to leave."
"John, I'm so sorry Bret kissed me! I just came here to tell him we were together. I wasn't expecting him to that. It didn't mean anything to me! I love you, please don't be mad at me!"
John didn't say a word he just looked at her with anger and hurt in his eyes.
"We have to go now." The officer continued walking John to the car.
"John I love you!" She yelled to him as they sat him in the back of the police car.
Richie went inside to use the pay phone. He dreaded making this call but he knew he had to.
"Hello." A groggy Mr.B answered the phone.
"Mr. B, It's Richie.
"Richie? It's late, is Johnny okay?"
"Yeah he's fine. But there is a problem."
"Okay son what is it?"
"Johnny just got arrested at the Fast Lane!"
"Damn it! For what?"
"He punched Bret Michaels, the manager! He's pressing charges on him!"
"Okay thank you for letting me know son."
John Sr. hung up the phone.
"What's going on John?" Carol asked fumbling to turn the lamp on.
"Well that was Richie. Johnny has gone and gotten himself arrested at the Fast Lane!"
"Oh my God! For what?"
"Fighting with that damn manager over there. He's pressing charges on him! Let me call Harold he owns the damn club, maybe he can get Michaels to drop the charges!"
"Should we go down to the jail? Maybe we can bail him out!"
"Just let me call Harold and see what he can do!"
The police drove off with John. Ashley had tears in her eyes and headed inside looking for Bret.
She found him drinking a beer at the bar.
"Oh my God! What happened to you?"
"Your crazy ass boyfriend came in here, out of control and jumped on me!"
"So you called the cops on him!"
"No somebody else called them, but he also threatened to kill me! And I'm pressing charges on his ass!"
"Bret you can't do this! John was just pissed off! Please don't press charges on him! I don't want him to go to jail! God Bret please I'm begging you!"
"No Ashley! Look at my damn face!"
"I'm sorry Bret, but you shouldn't have kissed me!"
"Well I ain't dropping the charges!"
Ashley got up and walked away in tears. She saw Richie.
"Richie."
"Hey Ash, don't cry Johnny will be okay."
"But he's going to jail."
"He'll probably just be in a holding cell. I called his Dad, they are going to try to get him out tonight."
"Oh good! I tried to talk to him, he wouldn't even speak to me."
"He's just pissed, he'll get over it."
"I don't know Richie his eyes were so sad. I felt so sorry for him. God I love him so much! This is all my fault! He told me he wanted to be there when I told Bret about us. I swear I didn't know Bret was going to kiss me. It caught me off guard."
"Don't blame yourself, Johnny has always had a bad temper. He's never really gotten along with Bret either."
Harold Alfonsi the owner of the club walked in. He was a little pissed about getting that disturbing call from his longtime friend about John being arrested at the club. He went there hoping to talk some sense into Bret about dropping the charges.
"Bret what in the hell is going on up here? I don't like getting calls in the middle of the night about cops being all up in my damn club!"
"It's been taken care of sir, just an out of control drunk but he's on his way to jail to sleep it off."
"Do you think that I don't know it was Johnny, my best friend's son that you fought with and had arrested?"
"You know about it?"
"Hell yes I know about it! Now tell me what the two of you kids were fighting over!"
"He's dating my ex and he came here tonight and punched me because he's jealous of me!"
"Well I've heard enough, that's exactly what I figured it was, all this over some girl. Let me tell you what's going to happen. We are going down to the station right now and you are dropping any charges and complaints against him! You got that?"
"But he punched me and threatened my life!"
"Look here Michaels I don't give a damn if the two of you go out back and beat the living shit out of each other! But my best friend's son is not going to be sitting in jail and get all sorts of charges and fines because the two of you were fighting over some piece of ass!"
"But Harold."
"Look Bret, I like you kid. I trust you and pay you very well to take care of things here at the club for me. But if you can't handle a simple instruction then I will damn sure find someone else to run this damn business for me!"
"Okay, I'll go and drop the charges."
"Good I thought you would see things my way. Now I need to make a call."
He went to the back office and dialed a number.
"Hello."
"John, hi it's me. I talked to Bret and he has agreed to drop the charges."
"Oh Harold thank you so much! Did he tell you what this was all about?"
"They were fighting over some damn girl and Johnny came to the club and jumped on Bret and punched him!" He chuckled.
"Damn it! Well at least he got a good shot in!" John Sr. Laughed. Do you think they will let him out of there tonight?"
"Well I don't see why not. But the sheriff is a personal friend of mine so if I have to get him on the phone, I will. We are going down there right now if you want to come down and pick up Johnny."
"I will be up there in a little bit. Thanks again Harold."
"It is no trouble at all. You know I would do anything for you and your family."
"I appreciate that. And if I can ever do anything for you just let me know."
"Okay thanks. See you up there."
"Okay. Bye."
Harold and Bret walked out to his Cadillac and headed to the police station.
John was in a holding cell and replaying the events in his head that led him there.
He was feeling bad for not speaking to Ashley when she tried to talk to him, but he was still mad and a little hurt. Hell he figured Bret kissed her, but she didn't tell him. And that was close to lying. Was he wrong about Ashley. Was the girl he was so crazy about, so in love with, a liar and maybe even a cheater? "Shit maybe I am just making a big deal out of nothing. She loves me she said so. Damn I was hoping we were going to have a great night. And now I'm stuck in here. I really fucked things up." He thought as he sat down on the hard bench that was connected to the wall, feeling sorry for himself. "Oh damn my parents are going to kill me when they find out!" He mumbled.
"Do you need a ride home Ashley?" Richie asked.
"No Stacey's here somewhere. She'll take me home. I don't see her though. Maybe she's outside.
"I'll walk outside with you to check." Richie smiled.
They walked outside and Stacey was standing by a car talking to a few girls.
She waved to Ashley and walked over to her.
The black Charger drove slowly down the street in front of them.
Ashley heard the motor and got chills. She looked up the same time as Stacey.
"Oh my God doesn't that look like Jake's car?" Stacey tried to strain her eyes to see the driver though the pitch black windows.
"Jake your ex?" Richie asked getting pissed that this might really be the guy that hurt Ashley.
He revved his motor and all doubt was gone when Ashley saw his personalized license plate on the back as he drove a little past them a little further.
"It's him! Oh my God Jake's here!" Ashley yelled.
Richie's heart started to race and he was getting pissed. He hated guys that beat on women. If this punk wanted to start something, since Johnny wasn't here, he would finish it.
Alec walked up and stood beside Richie. He heard the loud motor and saw the the car just sitting there. "Who the fuck is that?"
"Ashley's ex." Richie grumbled watching the car hoping the door would open at any second.
Alec looked at Ashley. "How many damn ex's do you got?"
She cut her eyes at him. "Shut up Alec."
"Touchy huh. It's your fault Johnny's in slammer right now! You're making him crazy!"
"Leave her alone Alec, you don't know what the hell you're talking about." Stacey yelled.
"Richie what if he gets out of his car? Oh my God. I wish John was here!" Ashley was near tears.
"Don't worry I won't let him hurt you." Richie replied to her still watching the car door.
"That's the guy that hurt you Ashley?" Alec asked.
Yes, that's him!" Richie answered for her.
"Well I'll help you kick his ass! Come on!"
Alec took two steps and the Charger's big motor revved up and started spinning it's wheels and drove off.
The officer grabbed John's arms and put them behind his back and put handcuffs on him. They started walking him out the door as they read him his rights, with most of the club watching.
Ashley and Stacey pulled up and parked. She saw John in handcuffs and jumped out of the car.
"John." She yelled running over to him.
John looked at her but didn't speak.
"I'm sorry miss, but he's going with us. I need you to step aside."
"But what did he do?"
"You'll have to ask the manager of the club mam."
"Please let me speak to him before you take him! Please!" She begged.
"Okay, just for a second. And then we have to leave."
"John, I'm so sorry Bret kissed me! I just came here to tell him we were together. I wasn't expecting him to that. It didn't mean anything to me! I love you, please don't be mad at me!"
John didn't say a word he just looked at her with anger and hurt in his eyes.
"We have to go now." The officer continued walking John to the car.
"John I love you!" She yelled to him as they sat him in the back of the police car.
Richie went inside to use the pay phone. He dreaded making this call but he knew he had to.
"Hello." A groggy Mr.B answered the phone.
"Mr. B, It's Richie.
"Richie? It's late, is Johnny okay?"
"Yeah he's fine. But there is a problem."
"Okay son what is it?"
"Johnny just got arrested at the Fast Lane!"
"Damn it! For what?"
"He punched Bret Michaels, the manager! He's pressing charges on him!"
"Okay thank you for letting me know son."
John Sr. hung up the phone.
"What's going on John?" Carol asked fumbling to turn the lamp on.
"Well that was Richie. Johnny has gone and gotten himself arrested at the Fast Lane!"
"Oh my God! For what?"
"Fighting with that damn manager over there. He's pressing charges on him! Let me call Harold he owns the damn club, maybe he can get Michaels to drop the charges!"
"Should we go down to the jail? Maybe we can bail him out!"
"Just let me call Harold and see what he can do!"
The police drove off with John. Ashley had tears in her eyes and headed inside looking for Bret.
She found him drinking a beer at the bar.
"Oh my God! What happened to you?"
"Your crazy ass boyfriend came in here, out of control and jumped on me!"
"So you called the cops on him!"
"No somebody else called them, but he also threatened to kill me! And I'm pressing charges on his ass!"
"Bret you can't do this! John was just pissed off! Please don't press charges on him! I don't want him to go to jail! God Bret please I'm begging you!"
"No Ashley! Look at my damn face!"
"I'm sorry Bret, but you shouldn't have kissed me!"
"Well I ain't dropping the charges!"
Ashley got up and walked away in tears. She saw Richie.
"Richie."
"Hey Ash, don't cry Johnny will be okay."
"But he's going to jail."
"He'll probably just be in a holding cell. I called his Dad, they are going to try to get him out tonight."
"Oh good! I tried to talk to him, he wouldn't even speak to me."
"He's just pissed, he'll get over it."
"I don't know Richie his eyes were so sad. I felt so sorry for him. God I love him so much! This is all my fault! He told me he wanted to be there when I told Bret about us. I swear I didn't know Bret was going to kiss me. It caught me off guard."
"Don't blame yourself, Johnny has always had a bad temper. He's never really gotten along with Bret either."
Harold Alfonsi the owner of the club walked in. He was a little pissed about getting that disturbing call from his longtime friend about John being arrested at the club. He went there hoping to talk some sense into Bret about dropping the charges.
"Bret what in the hell is going on up here? I don't like getting calls in the middle of the night about cops being all up in my damn club!"
"It's been taken care of sir, just an out of control drunk but he's on his way to jail to sleep it off."
"Do you think that I don't know it was Johnny, my best friend's son that you fought with and had arrested?"
"You know about it?"
"Hell yes I know about it! Now tell me what the two of you kids were fighting over!"
"He's dating my ex and he came here tonight and punched me because he's jealous of me!"
"Well I've heard enough, that's exactly what I figured it was, all this over some girl. Let me tell you what's going to happen. We are going down to the station right now and you are dropping any charges and complaints against him! You got that?"
"But he punched me and threatened my life!"
"Look here Michaels I don't give a damn if the two of you go out back and beat the living shit out of each other! But my best friend's son is not going to be sitting in jail and get all sorts of charges and fines because the two of you were fighting over some piece of ass!"
"But Harold."
"Look Bret, I like you kid. I trust you and pay you very well to take care of things here at the club for me. But if you can't handle a simple instruction then I will damn sure find someone else to run this damn business for me!"
"Okay, I'll go and drop the charges."
"Good I thought you would see things my way. Now I need to make a call."
He went to the back office and dialed a number.
"Hello."
"John, hi it's me. I talked to Bret and he has agreed to drop the charges."
"Oh Harold thank you so much! Did he tell you what this was all about?"
"They were fighting over some damn girl and Johnny came to the club and jumped on Bret and punched him!" He chuckled.
"Damn it! Well at least he got a good shot in!" John Sr. Laughed. Do you think they will let him out of there tonight?"
"Well I don't see why not. But the sheriff is a personal friend of mine so if I have to get him on the phone, I will. We are going down there right now if you want to come down and pick up Johnny."
"I will be up there in a little bit. Thanks again Harold."
"It is no trouble at all. You know I would do anything for you and your family."
"I appreciate that. And if I can ever do anything for you just let me know."
"Okay thanks. See you up there."
"Okay. Bye."
Harold and Bret walked out to his Cadillac and headed to the police station.
John was in a holding cell and replaying the events in his head that led him there.
He was feeling bad for not speaking to Ashley when she tried to talk to him, but he was still mad and a little hurt. Hell he figured Bret kissed her, but she didn't tell him. And that was close to lying. Was he wrong about Ashley. Was the girl he was so crazy about, so in love with, a liar and maybe even a cheater? "Shit maybe I am just making a big deal out of nothing. She loves me she said so. Damn I was hoping we were going to have a great night. And now I'm stuck in here. I really fucked things up." He thought as he sat down on the hard bench that was connected to the wall, feeling sorry for himself. "Oh damn my parents are going to kill me when they find out!" He mumbled.
"Do you need a ride home Ashley?" Richie asked.
"No Stacey's here somewhere. She'll take me home. I don't see her though. Maybe she's outside.
"I'll walk outside with you to check." Richie smiled.
They walked outside and Stacey was standing by a car talking to a few girls.
She waved to Ashley and walked over to her.
The black Charger drove slowly down the street in front of them.
Ashley heard the motor and got chills. She looked up the same time as Stacey.
"Oh my God doesn't that look like Jake's car?" Stacey tried to strain her eyes to see the driver though the pitch black windows.
"Jake your ex?" Richie asked getting pissed that this might really be the guy that hurt Ashley.
He revved his motor and all doubt was gone when Ashley saw his personalized license plate on the back as he drove a little past them a little further.
"It's him! Oh my God Jake's here!" Ashley yelled.
Richie's heart started to race and he was getting pissed. He hated guys that beat on women. If this punk wanted to start something, since Johnny wasn't here, he would finish it.
Alec walked up and stood beside Richie. He heard the loud motor and saw the the car just sitting there. "Who the fuck is that?"
"Ashley's ex." Richie grumbled watching the car hoping the door would open at any second.
Alec looked at Ashley. "How many damn ex's do you got?"
She cut her eyes at him. "Shut up Alec."
"Touchy huh. It's your fault Johnny's in slammer right now! You're making him crazy!"
"Leave her alone Alec, you don't know what the hell you're talking about." Stacey yelled.
"Richie what if he gets out of his car? Oh my God. I wish John was here!" Ashley was near tears.
"Don't worry I won't let him hurt you." Richie replied to her still watching the car door.
"That's the guy that hurt you Ashley?" Alec asked.
Yes, that's him!" Richie answered for her.
"Well I'll help you kick his ass! Come on!"
Alec took two steps and the Charger's big motor revved up and started spinning it's wheels and drove off.
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