Page 94 of Not A Whisper

Giddiness and nerves flutter in my chest. I reach forward and snatch my glass off the table, downing the contents swiftly as the guys move to help Jason. Trip takes two steps around the table before he goes down. He tries to catch himself on the table, but his grip is weak, and he disappears out of sight.

“What the hell?” Grant demands, moving to help Trip, but he staggers.

My eyes slide from him to his plate. He has about a third of his meal left. It’ll take him a bit longer to go down. But not by much.

“What’s happening? Bri?” Trip croaks.

A grin stretches across my face as Grant looks over at me.Though unfocused, his eyes widen with alarm. I stand and walk around so that Trip can see me while he’s still conscious. On his hands and knees, I can tell he’s holding on by a thread. My hand lands on Jason’s shoulder, but he doesn’t stir. He’s out cold.

“Wh-y are you smiling?” Grant demands, bracing both hands on the table, his body shaking.

I snicker at the flicker of uncertainty on his face. “Because I’m about to teach you a lesson about what happens when people fuck with me. Phase one was knocking you all out.”

He shakes his head, his brows flying upward. Trip groans before laying down and rolling over onto his back in order to look up at me. I expect a scowl, but instead he laughs weakly.

“Well, fuck. I didn’t see this coming,” he mumbles, slurring his words. “You going to kill us, dollface?”

“I thought about it, but no. I’ll let you live.”

He laughs again as his eyes flutter shut. “You’re a brat.”

“Then what…?” Grant tries but fails to finish his sentences as he sinks to his knees.

I peer down at him. “I guess you’ll see what I’m up to when you wake up.”

I don’t even feel a little bad as the worry blossoms into real fear on Grant’s face. He’s lucky I’m not going to kill him after what he’s done. My giddy laughter is the last thing they hear as they succumb to unconsciousness on the linoleum floor.

There’s somuch pep in my step the next day at work, I feel like I can walk on water. Last night wasthrilling. With my revenge now complete, I feel better about the whole getting married without consent thing. I’m still not happy about it, but with a legit reason behind their doing so and now that I’vegotten back at them, I can at least let go of some of the resentment in my gut.

A little of it at least.

“Ok, whatever you’re taking, I need it.” Jonathan rolls his chair toward me with a loud sigh. “Two out of the three girls are sick and keeping me and Brenda up all night. If it’s drugs, I promise I won’t tell. We’re two hours into our shift and I swear you’re flying around here.”

I snort. “It’s better than drugs.”

“What’s better than drugs?”

“Revenge.”

Jonathan looks over at me, his brows raised high. “Revenge? Bri, tell me who wronged you and what revenge you took! You know I love drama that doesn’t revolve around me.”

I snicker. “Of course you do.”

“Well, are you going to tell me or what?” Jonathan pushes when I don’t say anything else.

Before I can tell him no, a snarl is heard over the soft hum of low conversations around us. Both Jonathan and I look up to see an angry Grant stomping toward me. With brows pinched together, teeth bared, and a vein bulging in his forehead, I think it’s safe to say he discovered what I did last night.

With my phone in my purse in the break room, I haven’t gotten a chance to see if they reached out to say anything about my act of revenge. But judging by his expression, someone isn’t happy. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling as he approaches. It doesn’t help.

Grant stops in front of me and slaps his hands down onto the desk. Jonathan jumps in his seat, surprised and unprepared. I simply meet Grant’s piercing gaze, trying hard to keep my composure. Laughing right now might only piss him off even further.

“I’m going tokillyou,” he spits out.

Oh boy, he'spissed. Good.

“Oh dear. That sounds off-putting.” I bat my eyelashes at him. “What’s wrong, Grant?”

Grant snarls again, his hands curling into fists in the desk. “Cut. The. Shit. We need to talknow.”

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