Page 73 of Holy Sinner

“You’re lying,” I tell him and he sighs.

“She yelled. Got upset about some shit she heard the crew spreading around about one of her older projects.”

“She tried to slap you. We’re lucky she hit the water bottle you were drinking instead,” Holly corrects and I see red. Evidently, I wasn’t clear enough in my message. I should have cut her deeper. I’m going to rip her hair out and feed it to her.

I step away from Alana and towards Holly. “Where is she?”

Her eyes cut to me in surprise. “She’s in her cabin. Why?”

I open my mouth to tell her that I’m going to have a little chat with Jasmine but Grant beats me to it. “You think it’s safe to keep Jasmine around? If we’re focused on keeping the peace then having a woman like her on the loose isn’t exactly contributing to the harmonious spirit, now is it?”

Holly narrows her eyes at Grant. She doesn’t buy what he’s selling, not one fucking bit. I still get the warm and fuzzies that he tried to get Jasmine kicked off set. “She’s the leading lady, so there’s not really an alternative.”

I hate how right Holly is. There’s no getting rid of Jasmine until the movie is done.

Grant doesn’t say anything, just reaches over and snags the piece of pizza Rafe was about to bite into and looks at me. “We want plates for this or the box okay?”

His question catches me off guard and I blink at the pizza box like it’s the first time I’ve seen it. “We should use plates,” I say.

He hums in agreement. “Can you get us a few, sweetheart? We’ll need them for dinner.”

“Sure.” I look over my shoulder at Alana who takes that as her cue to join me and we both leave the living room and go into the kitchen. The second I’m in the kitchen I slump against the back counter.

“Holy shit, those guys look like secret special agents. And did you hear their voices? God, I swear I felt that bass in my-”

“Alana, keep your voice down. It’s not like this place is big, they're going to hear you.”

“You think? That would be awesome.”

I laugh softly, even though I try not to and open the cabinet to take down plates. “I don’t like how Holly is bringing up Jasmine. What did she do?”

“Just lost her shit from the sounds of it.”

My hands clench on the plates I’m taking down and I take a steadying breath. “She’s such a bitch. I am sick of her shit.” I want to tell her what I did to Jasmine before we left Seattle but I can’t. I can’t ever tell her I did that. She wouldn’t know who I am if I told her, because I don’t do things like that. I never have. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood at that thought.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I do not want to hurt people. That’s not what I want to do. Why did I think that?

Alana comes to my side and rubs my back. I startle at her touch but hide it behind shifting the plates in my hand and turn to her. “I know, she’s a fucking hag. I’m sorry, sweetie,” Alana tells me with a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, I know.”

I can hear them talking in the other room and part of me wants to rush back out there to take part in the discussion, to let Holly and my boyfriends know exactly what I think about what’s going on but I don’t. Grant gave me an out when he asked for plates. There’s a reason for it, I know there is. It was probably because I looked like I wanted to murder someone when Jasmine came up. It’s not just us anymore in our space, it’s Holly plus the eyes of two men who are trained to recognize the bloodthirsty look that was no doubt on my face.

I stop Alana from going back into the other room. “Let’s take a second in here, okay? I don’t want to go out there yet.”

Alana gives me a thoughtful look and then hops up onto the counter beside the bags Grant brought with him. “How much you wanna bet the wings are in here? Maybe some extra wine if we’re lucky?” She asks and I smile when she reaches into the bags and starts pulling out food containers.

I love my best friend.

Chapter Thirty-Four

GRANT

“Jax and Scott are stupid fucking names. You say them together like that and it sounds like one name. What kind of men have to put both of their names together to make up one full ass name?”

Rafe cuts into the cake that I brought back for Kit so hard that I’m half expecting the knife to get stuck in the cutting board. “They’re idiots.”

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