Sympathy For Diablo (Breathless Eternity, #1) - S.E. Chardou
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EVERYTHING IN LIFE worth fighting for never comes easy.
I don’t know who coined that particular phrase but I know that I haven’t been the only one to think of it.
Or feel it in my bones, under my skin, in my heart, and part my soul.
That’s how it was for me.
My tale is not easily told or for the faint of heart but I would never regret what happened between us.
Diablo and I.
We were made for each other.
This is our twisted tale but dreams and nightmares can sometimes forge into the same path and bring the most exhilarating experiences of our lives.
I wouldn’t change a damn thing about our journey—nothing—for surely what doesn’t kill us will always make us stronger.
I INTENSELY STUDIED her photos as I sat in a barbershop-style chair waiting for my girl, Josephine—Josie for short—to finish with my hair.
Although I’d never considered myself a vain man, it was a position I now found myself to be in.
Cold, ruthless, unforgiving, relentless, cruel, and extremely possessive along with a high dose of passion with enough petrol to fuel a jet plane—yes.
Vain? Absolutely not.
However, now that I was a rock star, and the lead singer of the wildly successful band, Breathless Eternity, vanity—unfortunately—became a part of the equation and my personality.
It wasn’t unheard of for European bands to make it, hell Rammstein had done it, and they only sang in an ugly language, also known as German. However, even though I could coin the most beautiful phrases in French—my native tongue—I preferred the bluntness and ambiguity English provided.
My success was fought for and hard-won, thanks in part to my manager brother, Damien Bissette, who was as eager to see the band become a success as me, and the rest of the other members were. It was hard fucking work but in the end, it paid off when we heard our first single, “Breathe With Me,” on Octane, a popular satellite hard rock radio station.
Then, it seemed like everything began to fall into place as we made it to KROQ in L.A., KOMP in Las Vegas, and every other major rock station across the States from Dallas/Fort Worth Area, Houston, Chicago, Miami, Orlando, Boston, Baltimore, Philadelphia, New York City and every metropolitan area in New Jersey.
From the U.S. to providences all over Canada that played hard rock music, our song could be heard. Of course the accolades didn’t stop there.
The ultimate pinnacle of success was when we made the pop stations—though we did fear a Nickelback type of backlash from our core audience that never transpired—and “Breathe With Me” was featured on two of the most hottest stations in the States: Z100 along with KIIS. It was a trickle effect because then the most popular stations in the UK—including Capital FM—began to play our song. When the band and I heard our song on France’s Virgin Radio, we knew we’d made it.
The life of a rock star can seem extremely exciting but as the lead singer, I found it a lot less exhilarating than my fellow band mates. For me, it was a loss of privacy; and lots of questions about my past I didn’t want to share with anyone.
It was hard to come from being the son of an outlaw biker President and his old lady to becoming an international rock star. For as long as I could remember, my father was Prez of the first French chapter of Sons of Demons MC—or motorcycle club for uninitiated. Though they were a support club for both the Lucifer’s Saints, and the Nomads of Satan, our mother chapter gave my father complete control over how he ran his club.
It wasn’t a horrible way to grow up. My father wasn’t the type to cheat on his old lady—my mother—and he didn’t believe in getting into anything illegal . . . at least not on a regular basis. Most of his money was made off a porn company he owned, and strip clubs he owned across France. He made smut videos for a living, but my mother preferred stripping to being immortalized in adult films. Dad usually stayed away from drugs or anything that would get him in trouble with les flics—also known as the cops to most people.
I had a good life.
An older brother who looked after me, and the support of a club that would do anything to protect me but they all knew I had no interest in living that kind of life. The kind of