Page 240 of Vicious Saint
“What’s your inspo?” he asks while I take a pull.
“Superheroes. They’re my niche.” Exhaling the smoke, I rasp, “Got a pipe dream to illustrate for Marvel.”
“Niceeeee.”
“What about you?”
Craig’s about to respond but gets interrupted by a squeaky nasty voice I know well enough to want to gutcheck.
“You…bartender person. Make me a Gin and Tonic.” Annalie waves him off with fake nails, and I put out my cigarette in an ashtray.
What the actual frig?
Carlo reads my tense shoulders immediately, since I’ve been bitching to him about the bitch since day one of his detail. He asks if I want to leave, reminding me his truck was dropped off in the parking lot.
I respond with my Italian version of a “fuck to the fuck no.”
“Why are you here?” I drag my gaze to Annalie, who’s dolled in high pony hair extensions and a glued on mini dress. “We’re a far cry from street corners.”
“Fat bitches stay trying to be funny, it’s all they have going for them.”
“I’d rather be fat than Saint’s cum bucket.”
Craig approaches like one would a lion. “Gin and Tonic.” He places the glass in front of Annalie, who’s busy meeting my hard stare, then retreats to cleaning glasses.
“Something webothhave in common.” Annalie tilts her head mockingly. “Or should I sayhad, since he tossed you back into the pigsty where you belong.”
I have no idea if Saint is fucking this dirty bitch again, but if he is, he can keep her diseases.
I’m straight grilling Annalie as Carlo reminds me she’s not worth the trouble.
He’s right, she’s not.
Annalie excels at two things: being catty and laying on her back.
Slut shaming women has never been my thing, but this girl, man. She deserves much worse for so many reasons.
But talking shit about me to me isn’t one of them.
Insults mean nothing to those who know their worth.
And I. Know. My. Worth.
So she can eat her words and choke, as long as one of those words isn’t my real name.Because that would be hella embarrassing. Besides, there’s no shot I’ll be reckless enough to let her crash Archer’s party and ruin it.
Even if it means I have to swallow some digs too.
I play the kill card with a kind smile, then, after long moments of silence, Annalie scoffs and traipses into the crowd with her drink.
Cowardly little wench.
“Well, that escalated and deescalated quickly,” Craig jokes, settling in front of me again.
“I’m used to her yappin’, don’t let it get to me anymore.”
“Very mindful.”
“Very demure,” I line my hands under my chin, batting my eyelashes.
