Page 86 of The Ties That Bind
Brie remembered picking up the shattered disk and slipping it into her purse before she left.
Holloway’s voice bellowed,“If you walk out that door you will never work in this town again, Brianna Bennett.”
“My last name is Davis.”
“Bennett…Davis…it doesn’t matter. You don’t matter!”
“You will remember my name, Mr. Holloway. One day you will see it in every theater in this nation—including here in Hollywood.”
“That’ll be the day,”he roared, before laughing sarcastically.
“When that day comes, you’ll know the truth—you have no power.”
“You underestimate the influence I have in this town, little girl.”His cruel laughter continued.“You just ended your career. Better start popping out more kids. That’s all you’re good for now…”
When the recording ended, the room was enveloped in a blanket of uneasy silence.
Brie smiled at Holloway, proudly holding her newborn in her arms. “I am not the one who is finished.”
The top people in the industry who were involved in her new release began standing up where they sat, one after another…
Holloway stared at them all, the veins in his forehead pulsing in rage. “You’re making a grave mistake, young lady.”
Raising an eyebrow, Brie told him, “My name is Brianna Davis.”
A large screen slowly descended on the stage as the lights dimmed. Brie saw the shadowy figure of someone walking up to the podium to help Holloway off the stage.
Gripping music erupted as a professional trailer played on the screen, showcasing different cuts from her second documentary.
Brie stood there transfixed as snippets of the scenes flashed on the screen—Marquis with his flogger, Tono and his rope, Master Anderson with Boa, Baron and the swing, Ms. Clark with her two subs, Master Coen’s playful spanking, Rytsar’s sexy sadism, and Mary’s scene with Faelan. The trailer ended with explosive music and the words “Coming next summer.”
The excitement in the room was palpable when the lights came back up and everyone began clapping. Brie was escorted to a large table where she, Sir, and their entire entourage sat down to enjoy a world-class meal.
She looked around for Mary and found her standing with Holloway. He had a death grip on her wrist as he dragged her from table to table, talking to his old “buddies” in the film industry. It was amusing to watch them snub him in the same manner she had been snubbed at the awards ceremony.
Brie stared down at her plate, suddenly gripped with fear for Mary. She could only imagine what Holloway would do to Mary after tonight, and she seriously contemplated breaking her promise to her friend—even if it destroyed their friendship.
“Eat, my dear. You don’t want to offend the host of such an extravagant party.”
Brie immediately obeyed Sir, smiling as she picked up her fork. She realized her benefactor might be watching her this very moment.
As she scanned all the faces smiling back at her, Brie was startled to see Darius. He picked up his glass and held it up to her.
Brie’s initial reaction was gut-level distrust because of their difficult past. However, Darius had been the only one brave enough to acknowledge her at the awards ceremony months ago. So, in recognition of that, she nodded to him.
Halfway through the extravagant meal, Mary waltzed by and turned to smile at Brie. Unfortunately, Holloway saw it and publicly berated Mary, commanding her to remember her place before pushing her back to her seat.
Marquis and Sir glanced at each other before standing in unison. The two of them walked to where Mary sat.
Holloway roared, “Stay the fuck away from her. You have no business with this one. She’s mine!”
“You’re wrong,” Sir stated coldly. “Miss Wilson is a graduate of the Submissive Training Center. Therefore, she is under our protection.”
“It’s fine,” Mary insisted. “I don’t need any help.” She shot a hostile glare at Brie, thinking she had broken her word.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you are safe with this man,” Marquis commanded.
Mary glanced at Greg for a second before meeting Marquis’s gaze. “I’m safe.”
