Page 5 of Holy Sinner

“I’m sure she is,” Jasmine grumbles.

Who took that photo?

That’s what I think about while I know Rafe is thinking about how he’s going to gut Jasmine later when filming is over. Jasmine thinks she’s immune to us. That she gets a free pass to be a cunt just because she’s the lead. She doesn't get that it’s only because Kit says so. Jasmine doesn’t matter. If she vanished and ended up chopped into a million fucking pieces she’d only be as good as the afternoon news fodder.

She’s nobody.

Kit keeps her alive.

And yet…

She treats Kit like shit.

“Kit is so lucky to have you both,” the stylist says with a kind smile. It’s real. I’ve seen her talking to Kit and they’re friendly. She sneaks a makeup touch up here and there for our girl when filming runs late.

Because of that when I smile at her it’s the real thing–or as real as I can give anyone that isn’t Kit.

“Lucky to have me, yeah. This one, though…” I let my voice trail off and shoot a look Rafe’s way. He’s not worried about what people will say when the NDA’s are up.

He drinks his coffee and flips me off. “Eat shit.”

Jasmine giggles and bats her eyes like she’s impressed, which knowing her—she probably is. She might have given up on trying to get me to fuck her but she hasn’t let it go when it comes to Rafe. Poor planning on her part. If anyone’s going to kill Jasmine for the way she treats Kit, it’s Rafe.

He’s protective and reactive—normally weaknesses I’d use to my advantage but Rafe’s tendencies are perfect for keeping Kit safe.

“You’re so bad,” Jasmine simpers.

Rafe’s eyes cut to her but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even flip her off. He just settles back in his chair and lifts the script he’s already memorized.

“Kit’s dress is gonna be delivered late. I’m having them send it to the apartment,” Rafe tells me like Jasmine isn’t in the room. We’re taking her out to dinner for our two-month anniversary. She doesn’t like us making a big deal out of things but making a big deal out of being with Kit is one of the few things Rafe and I agree on.

“What about the rest?” I ask while the stylist starts dabbing concealer on my chin and tilts my head to the side. The movement lets me get eyes on Jasmine. She’s pretending to read over her script but she hasn’t turned a page since we sat down. And besides that, it’s a pick-up for the scene we shot yesterday. She’s listening but I knew that, even without her sloppy spy skills on display.

Rafe sips his coffee. “Same thing with that, too,” he says, offering nothing else. He knows better than to say too much while Jasmine is around. NDA or not, she’s the type to use it no matter the consequences if she thinks it’ll get her ahead.

“Thanks.” I smile at his reflection and make it look like I mean it. In fact my smile comes a little too easily and I don’t want to think too hard on why that might be. Instead, I think about what Kit is going to look like tonight for our anniversary dinner wearing the dress we picked for her.

We picked the dress out after our one month anniversary, plus a few extra surprises for tonight. If Kit is going to be dating a pair of monsters, she’s going to have to be prepared to spill a little blood of her own.

Chapter Four

RAFE

Jasmine is a nosy little shit but it’s fine. Who isn’t these days?

“So, what’s the deal with you three?” she asks for the hundredth time. I don’t know how many times she’s going to bring it up, like it’s supposed to piss me off. I don’t care that she asks, because if Jasmine is asking, then I get to talk about Kit.

“We’re dating. What are you? A fucking bigot?”

Jasmine’s cheeks go pink and she turns away from me. “W-what? No, I just, I mean the three of you and, uh everyone knows…”

“If everyone knows then why do you keep asking the same tired ass questions?”

Jasmine wraps her arms around herself and has the decency to look like she knows she should shut the fuck up, but she doesn’t. Of course she doesn’t.

We’re near one of the picnic tables outside. The lot is busy as usual, with trucks coming and going with deliveries and equipment. The sun is bright, it’s almost summer now. It will be next month. Kit is excited about the summertime. She’s already planning beach trips and dates to small towns on the coast. I don’t really have it in me to tell her that we won’t be able to go to the beach, at least not any of the nice ones, without being mobbed by the press.

“I have a right to know who I’m working with,” Jasmine practically spits at me when she speaks.

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