“Do what?” His eyes flicked to the knife I was casually spinning in my hands.
“Kill my mom.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” One side of Glenn’s lips twitched. He was lying.Just like his dad had. I fucking knew it. I paused with the knife, and his gaze flicked down to my hands then back to my face, and the smirk dropped.
“Maybe she knew something she shouldn’t have. Maybe she accused them of rape.” Glenn glared at Evie, and the two of them shared some sort of silent exchange. It made me wonder if something had been said while I wasn’t around.
Glenn rolled his eyes and turned back to me. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone was taken care of.”
“You’re about to be one of them if you don’t cut the shit. We know you know something,” I warned.
“I don’t know shit about what happened that night. Lita Reyes, just like every other woman—and man.” He paused to look directly at me when he said it. “Used her best assets to get what she wanted. Maybe that’s what happened. She couldn’t live with the guilt. Maybe fucking six men in one go was too much, and she figured she’d rather kill herself than be known for the slut she was.”
Evie whipped around and slapped him across his face. He fell back, his chair slamming onto the floor. I rushed to set him upright, grabbing his shirt and yanking toward me. He twisted his body, trying to get out of his restraints as he swore at us.
“Let me the fuck out! Even if I did tell you I know what happened that night, no one would believe you. My dad had a lot of pull in this business. And after he died, all of his good fortune passed down to me. You shouldn’t have come back, Evie. Nothing good will come from you asking questions.”
The room settled, and we sat there, watching each other.
She’d slept with all six men the night she died? That couldn’t be true.
We were all waiting for someone to do something.I raised my knife again, and Glenn’s eyes widened.
“I’m thirsty,” Glenn said abruptly.
Evie bolted upright and offered him more water.
“I’m sorry, Glenn,” she said. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be digging deeper into things. I need to just let it go. Look at me. I’m a disaster.” She brushed her hair back behind her ears. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Never getting closure about why she died has made me bitter and overly sensitive. As much as I don’t want to admit it, maybe you’re right about her. This is such a mess. Let me untie you.” She moved behind him to remove his restraints. As she struggled with the knots she’d tied, I studied her. She didn’t believe any of that shit. We both knew Lita wasn’t the person Glenn described.
I was beginning to think Evie was right. Lita was raped.
Evie continued to struggle and make the knots worse. I stepped forward to help, cutting him out. In a flash, he was standing and straightening his clothes.
“It’s all right. Although I think any semblance of a romantic relationship is over. It’s for the best.” He smirked and looked at me. “She’s all yours.”
“Are you going to report this?” she asked, twisting her hands. “Us?” She glanced at me.
“Well, I should. Because you’re a psycho bitch. But maybe we can work out an old Hollywood deal.” A slow, evil grin spread across his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own switchblade. He snickered, taking slow steps toward her. She backed away until the backs of her knees hit the bed, causing him to pause. He turned, waving the knife at me with one hand while pulling his belt out of the loops with the other.
“You can stay, Sebastian. You’re not the only one who likes an audience. Watch while I fuck her—maybe then you’ll learn your place in this business.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, just to keep him talking. I clenched the knife so hard my hand trembled.
He tugged off his shirt and unzipped his pants, shoving them down and kicking them away. All while holding his weapon and smirk steady. I forced myself to stay put. One wrong move, and Evie could be hurt.
Glenn strode to the table, snatching up the water bottle.
“The actors are the last to be fed. You are replaceable. No one gives a fuck about you. You’re just a pretty face.” He downed the rest of the water and crushed the bottle, tossing it to the floor. “This yours?” He grabbed my Red Bull.
My eyes locked in on the can. “Yes.”
“Mine now. I’m going to need the energy for what I’m about to do.”
“And what is that exactly?” My heart sped up, and my stomach rolled. I needed him to say it. I stepped cautiously toward Evie.
He rolled his eyes. “Split her in half.”
He brought the can to his lips and chugged. I watched, my eyes widening with each bob of his Adam’s apple. He finished the drink and smacked his lips, grimacing.
