Page 7 of A Dangerous Game
Now, Jenny. She’s different. After my mom was murdered about ten years ago, my dad’s mistress came into the light and everyone started treating her more like family. I hate the bitch. I hate everything she represents.
More than hate, I hate the fact that she has a kid with my dad that were born a year before my mom was killed. Explain that one to me please. Was she pregnant by my dad through Jesus or something?
I’m not as stupid as they think I am.
Thorn’s eyes close and then reopen, boring into mine. The seriousness of why he’s here is starting to set in. Some bad shit went down and now I’m going to be dragged back into this.
Fuck this.
Shaking my head from left to right, I tell him how I feel. “There’s no way in hell, Thorn. No fucking way am I going back!”
“We need you, Sin. Please. I’m sorry about all that shit from before but I need my sister.”
“Fuck no.”
Am I being stubborn? Probably. Am I going to cave and go even though I want nothing to do with the people that were so quick to write me off? Nope.
“Ahem!”
Turning my head to see Jim glaring at us with disdain, I roll my eyes at him. “Sorry, Jim. This will only take a minute.”
“Dude!” Thorn growls. He’s now standing in front of the director with his hand on his breast pocket of his rags. He does this for people to realize that he’s carrying a piece or some bull shit.
He’s the prince of the club! People wouldn’t fuck with him and we all know that. Thorn is the second in command and no one is going to want to piss him off.
“Thorn, I’m busy! I don’t have time to deal with whatever the fuck this is!” I wave my hand in between us to emphasize what I mean.
Thorn lets out a frustrated groan. “Glad to see you’re still a stubborn fucking woman!”
Smiling because I know I’m pissing his off, I shrug my shoulders. “It's part of one of my many charms.”
“For fuck’s sake. Sin, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”
Placing my hands on my hips, I take a step back to see if Jim’s still paying attention. Good thing he’s not. I would hate to get a reputation in the industry about being difficult. “What can I do for you?”
“They think it's the same people who killed mom!”
That was all I needed to snap out of my attitude. “What did you just say?” I need clarification. I tighten the sash around my robe just to keep my hands busy. I hate fidgeting.
My brother looks through the room and his eyes land on Jim.
“Can you put on some fuckin’ clothes so I can talk to you?”
Since he’s asking nicely, I spin on my heels and yell towards Jim. “Jim, I need a half hour!” I’m not giving him the option to turn me down.
He huffs. “Fine. Only a half hour. No more. We need to get this film into editing ASAP!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I retort over my shoulder while walking to my dressing room.
Quickly, I shove my legs into some sweat pants and then throw on a sweat shirt to see what the hell is so important. I’m not wanting to waste anytime.
Thorn’s sitting on a chair outside of my dressing room with his phone in his hand. He looks pissed off while looking at the screen and doesn’t acknowledge me until I plop into the chair next to him.
“Talk.”
Lifting his face up to look at me, I can see the worry and agony all over it. It's the same look he gave me when he told me mom died. It's also the same look he had the last time we spoke.
“I never thought my baby sister would be getting paid to fuck guys on camera,” he mutters under his breath.
