*** ~~SLOANE~~ *** Initially, I’d been skeptical about what a meeting with Hunter, who claims he has bad blood with me, would be like. I half expected an ambush or some kind of ego-driven showdown, but so far, it’s been surprisingly… normal. Almost too normal. Hunter is a good conversationalist, I’ll give him that. He doesn’t miss a beat, steering the topics around the table like a well-trained maître d’ of words, making the pauses smooth, the laughter effortless. He’s nothing like the scheming antagonist he paints himself to be. Honestly, I’m beginning to see why Knox called him a softie. He's kind of sweet. Charming in the way that makes you forget your drink is empty until he signals the waiter before you even reach for it. It's the other man on our table that scares me. Mateo Torres. He doesn’t speak much. When he does, it’s like he's dissecting me, not holding a conversation. Every time I think the topic will swing to what my new role would involve—which is Hunt
*** ~~KNOX~~ *** I watch from behind the one-way glass as the new recruits take turns being interviewed for the private exotic dance sessions. Most of them try too hard. A few don’t try at all. And then there are the ones who know exactly what they’re selling—and exactly who they’re selling it to. The girl on the pole now is one of those. Sparkling lingerie. Legs toned. She’s upside down, her thighs gripping the metal with skill. Her head is angled like she’s weightless, and her hair brushes the stage floor. The judges nod, pens scratching on clipboards. I don’t know why I’m even here. The judges are more than capable of handling this process without me breathing down their necks. I haven’t sat in on a recruitment in months, maybe years. Yet here I am, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching the stage from behind the one-way mirror. I could say it’s just a quality control check. But that’d be bullshit. I know why I’m here. Sloane. The woman with short hair and blunt bangs who promi
I nod, letting Serena's words sit between us. The light from the bedside lamp glows across the room, creating a halo around the edges of Serena’s profile as she stares up at the ceiling like it might offer some kind of comfort. I can still feel the tension clinging to her like sweat. “Do you even love him?” I ask gently. “Nathan.” Her lips part, but nothing comes out right away. Then, in a small voice, she says, “Maybe. He’s sweet, and he cares about me.” Her throat catches. A soft hiccup follows. Then the first sob. “And I just broke his heart,” she whispers, as if realizing it for the first time. “I’m an evil person, Sloane. So evil.” Her face crumples and her shoulders hunch inward. The tears come fast now. I slide toward her across the mattress and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. She doesn’t fight it. Just shudders in my hold, her body trembling. And even though she’s the older one, the taller one, the louder one, in this moment she feels impossibly smal
Once Mom regains her bearings, she turns and vanishes, no doubt going to throw the rest of Jade’s things down. Before anyone can move, Jade storms toward Nathan, fists tight. “I hope you’re ready to eat unsolid food for the rest of your life, you piece of shit,” he growls. “I will knock your teeth out.” Nathan spreads his arms. “Do it. Show your wife who you really are. And Rena, please—let go. I don’t want to push you off.” Serena is clinging to him now after he'd tugged his coat out of her grip before. Her arms are wound tight around his torso like she’s trying to hold the whole world together through sheer force of will. Her face is buried against his chest, and she’s trembling so hard it feels like the ground itself might be unsteady beneath them. Nathan doesn’t push her away. His hands stay frozen at his sides. Jade, of course, needs something to hit, and Nathan has let himself become a target after that reveal. Jade reaches them and rips Serena away from Nathan. She stumble
I’m pretty sure everyone in the room has stopped breathing. Mom's face drains of all color, eyes pinned to Jade with an expression I’ve never seen on her before. It’s not just shock. It’s not just betrayal. It’s far worse. Jade doesn’t move either, though I see his jaw tick. His eyes are locked on hers like he’s trying to telepathically explain the impossible. But there’s nothing to say that can fix this. “Is this some sort of prank?” Mom finally asks. “If it is, you all better stop it. It’s not funny.” “It’s not a prank, Mom,” Serena says, almost whispering. Jade turns to her. “Would you just shut up? You’ve done enough already.” “Done enough?” Serena’s voice cracks. “What? You expected me to keep lying?” “I expected you not to make everything about yourself. You took advantage of me when I was drunk! I kept it a secret from your mother so she wouldn’t hate you, and now you’ve decided to blow it all up?” He looks like he wants to throw something—at the wall, at himself, maybe
Outside, the evening air is cool against my skin. I drive through the familiar streets with subtle tension in my chest. The sun is just beginning to set, casting everything in gold and shadow. I keep glancing at the key he gave me, sitting in the cup holder. I don’t know what’s more dangerous—him giving me this much access or me wanting it. By the time I pull into my mother’s driveway, the sky is darkening. I park behind Nathan’s car and step out, smoothing my dress once more before walking up the steps and knocking. Jade answers and barely spares me a glance as he moves out of the way. I walk in, and the scent of rosemary and garlic hits me immediately. Laughter drifts from the kitchen. I follow the sound past the living room, where Nathan’s sitting in a crisp suit watching TV. I wave. He waves back, the picture of composed anticipation. My purse goes down on the nearest side table. I follow the sound of laughter into the kitchen and stop at the doorway. My mother and Serena are