Chapters (42)
- Fast Lane
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Encouragement
- Acknowledgments
- The Story
- THE 80s
- Nicky and Ricky
- Tommy Mancosa
- Lyla
- The Roadmasters
- Chicago
- The Cabin
- The Reunion
- Josh and Bobby
- Christmas
- DuShawn
- THE 90s
- The Blur
- Young and Beautiful
- The Tour
- Trelane
- The Fast Lane
- Bobby McGee
- Seattle
- Portland
- Los Angeles
- Aftermath
- THE AUGHTS
- The Bar
- Charity Gig
- The Boys
- China
- Jesse
- The CD
- THEN
- The Interim
- NOW
- The Family
- About the Author
- Books by Kristen Ashley
- Connect with Kristen Ashley
Pileggi contends Preacher McCade broke all the fingers on both of his hands and this is why he can no longer play guitar.
Got no comment on that.
But you don’t deny you and McCade sought him out to assault him.
He knocked up my little sister.
Pileggi’s later lawsuits were dropped. He says he dropped them because Tommy Mancosa and Preacher McCade himself found him, threatened him, and he was forced to back down.
Got no comment on that either.
Pileggi—
[Leans forward]
Listen, I was there. I’m not even sure you were born yet. But I was there.
I know, when we hit it, Pileggi did everything he could to take his piece of flesh. I know it ’cause it was my flesh he was stripping.
They made her have him, or Mom did. Penny wanted to get an abortion. Mom made her have it and give it up. She wasn’t raisin’ another kid.
Big fight, no surprise. Dad was for an abortion, and if not, helpin’ Penny raise it. He wanted what Penny wanted, however that was.
Mom said no. Adoption.
And what Mom said went.
So, Penny had him, and gave him up.
Nick didn’t care about any of that shit.
No.
He wasn’t involved in that. He had nothing to say about that. After Preacher and me got done with him and shit got real, couldn’t get the fucker on the phone. Went to his house, he was with “cousins” in Texas.
He was a ghost.
His old band starts making massive cake, suddenly, he’s there.
Got lots to say.
I’ll tell you this, and that’s the last we’ll talk about Ricky and Nicky fuckin’ Pileggi.
A week ago, just a week ago, I’m sittin’ next to my sister at dinner, and she’s off her head, yeah?
It started back then, you know?
She hid it and then she came of age and didn’t hide it so much and lived her life, and she can set it aside to go to work. Set it aside to get shit done. But the witching hour starts, the wine comes out and all bets are off.
And that part’s on me. Yeah? On me and Mom and Preach and Tim and my baby sister Lana.
Preacher though, he saw it, called it and said it more than once, “We gotta get Penny in hand, brother.”
He said it but even he didn’t do dick about it.
We all danced around it like…
[Trails off]
So, she’s drunk and chatty and gettin’ loud like she’s been doin’ for, oh, I don’t know…thirty some-odd years.
Then she gets quiet and I know it’s gonna happen, man. I know it.
I know it because it’s happened so many damned times, there’s no way to count.
Each time, sister, hear this.
It’s a knife in the gut.