Page 6 of A Dangerous Game
“Thanks for the fuck, gorgeous,” I tell the woman who’s got a satited smile on her face. Oh yeah, she got what she came for.
She winks at me. “I should be the one thanking you.”
“See you around,” I mumble and get off my knees to hose off some of the sweat on my body.
She doesn’t say anything nor does she offer me her name. “Who’s Sinclair?” She asks me as she gets up.
“Uh, who?” I ask dumbly not ready to admit I’m still hung up on an old girlfriend.
I switch off the water and look over to where she was standing a few seconds ago but she’s already gone. She left and didn’t say anything more about how to find her or if she wanted to see me again.
This is the type of booty call I like! No mess or fuss.
“Hulk!” Elvis yells through the room and stops right in front of me. “We gotta go. Someone tried to blow up Bishop’s house.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” I ask him. The man’s been known to tell a few jokes in his day but I would hope he wouldn’t joke about our president.
He glares at me. “Put that dirty dick away and lets get out of here.”
“I’ll show you a dirty dick,” I mutter under my breath.
SINCLAIR
I know that voice anywhere and I can tell you right now… this is the last place I thought I would hear it. Thorn has completely disowned me since he found out I was getting into porn. Totally alienated me in front of our whole family and made me feel like a second class citizen.
The other reason why he’s pissed off at me? I didn’t follow his plan.
My big brother had plans for me and it wasn’t getting naked on camera. He will even tell you that.
Standing at his full height of six foot four, he’s glowering at me with his arms crossed. “Since when are you some naughty school girl slut?” He barks at me.
“Cut!” The director shouts with venom in his voice. “We don’t allow civilians back here during filming,” he claims.
“Sin! So now you’re some slut who’s gettin’ banged by random guys for money? How does that make you any different than a whore?” Thorn yells from across the room but his wide steps are eating up the space between us quickly.
A robe is thrown at me from behind me as Tommy lifts me from his lap. His dick’s half hard but he looks pissed at Thorn being here. And not even in the blue balls type of way. No, this is personal.
“Who the fuck are you?” Tommy’s velvety voice that he just had a few seconds ago is completely gone.
Shoving my arms through my robe, I tie it tightly. I don’t need to be naked in front of my brother even more than I already have. Talk about some Jerry Springer shit right here.
“I would like to talk to my sister without looking at your fuckin’ dick!” Thorn growls loudly.
I cross my arms around my body and try to figure out my next step here. I haven’t spoken to anyone from my hometown in almost three years and I’m not interested in doing it now. No, they made their opinions on my life choices abundantly clear.
Especially him.
“What is so important that you have barge into my life, Thorn? You made your fucking thoughts crystal clear!” I hiss out and close the distance between us.
Granted, I’m on set and this is totally unprofessional. Arguing with my older brother about my profession is not going to look good for me.
Thorn’s big hands grab my elbows and he pulls me out of the room that we were filming at. Inside the room, I could hear Jim and Tommy trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
“It’s dad and Jenny,” he drops on me.
Shaking my head, I try to jump out of his grasp. “I don’t give a fuck about that.”
My dad’s president of some local motorcycle gang from my hometown and he’s getting into trouble extremely frequently. The man more than likely has his own holding cell at the jail for him to go and stay. He’s there that much.
