Chapter 230

“Richie..just back the fuck away.” The warning in Jon’s voice froze him at the spot.

‘What happened bro?”

“She fucking fainted can’t you see?”

Cheyenne’s eyes fluttered open. Her mouth flew to her mouth and she stormed towards the toilets. They heard her violent vomiting.

A smile lightened Richie’s face. Jon frowned at him.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

“Well we all know wha…”

“Richie…it’s not the right time for this...” He turned towards Cheyenne and she shook her head at him.

That’s when he saw the slight swelling of her eyes, and a tearstain running down her cheeks.

“Whats going on here?”

“It over Richie. I’m not the fucking idiot anymore, I know the truth now.”

Confusion darkened Richie’s eyes.

“What?…I don’t…oh fuck..Kenny? You know about Kenny?”

Jon’s eyes narrowed. If he played it safe he would find the truth.

“Yeah, that too.”

“Well we only did it to prevent any discomfort while we are busy doing the new cd. I made him understand how I felt real good. By the way who told you?”

“You just did.”

Richie looked like he could fall over on his face. He lost all colour in his cheeks.

Cheyenne gasped at Jon’s cold words.

“Listen Jon. It wasn’t any of the guys’ fault, they wanted to tell you right away. I stopped them.”

‘Yeah, keep Jon in the dark. He is a fucking idiot any way. Why should he know about things like that? I never knew you were such a cheap slut, Cheyenne. And in a short time you even managed to turn the guys against me..Good going!“

How was she ever going to make this right again?

Richie looked at his drunken friend. He grabbed him by the shirt jerking him closer so his breath fanned his face.

“Richie, please no!”

“Jon don’t you ever call Cheyenne a cheap slut EVER again. Do you hear me?”

‘What the fuck are you going to do? Hit me? Go right ahead nothing you or Cheyenne could say would hurt me. I had my fair share today. Now get the fuck out of my bar and leave me alone.”

“I’m not leaving. We are talking this through.”

Richie’s eyes caught the photos.

“What in God’s name is this?”

“Cant you see? Loads of pictures of my fiance and my best friend. Screwing around behind my back.

“Are you serious? Who took these?”

‘Tommy’s friend and don’t worry I paid good fucking money to keep it out of the papers.”

Richie pulled Jon to his feet.

“This is getting out of control, Jon. I love Cheyenne but only as a dear friend. I will always be there for her. How can you not trust her?”

“They all fuck around eventually. She’s no different. Now take your fucking hands off me or else…”

“What? You are so drunk….”

Jon’s fist came down on his face.

He felt his lip split, and his head jerked back.

Richie was stunned and hurt. Never did a thing like this happen between him and Jon.

“Jon, please stop your shit…”

Jon’s fist reached his mark again. Richie reacted and knocked Jon out cold.

“Oh God! Please stop this!” Cheyenne was in shock, horror written all over her face.