I don’t waste a second, dashing out the door and jumping in the driver’s seat. By the time I get to the end of the driveway, I see his tiny red taillight heading toward town. I pull out and gun it, trying to close the distance enough so I don’t lose him. I hang back as we roll through town, and finally I see him make a turn. A few minutes later he pulls into the driveway of a big house. I hit the shoulder, turning into some strange driveway so he doesn’t spot me.
I idle, watching him shut off his bike and walk to the door. He doesn’t stop to knock; he just barges right in.
Lights are on in every window of the house, and I wonder if they’re having a party. Saint’s words come back to me. Porn isn’t supposed to be this dangerous. So, you want me to break up a catfight?
Jealousy flares through my body, and I know I have to find out what he’s up to.
I put the truck in reverse and back out onto the road, then pull in behind his bike, and climb out. I go up to the door, and try to peek in the window, but can’t see much.
I knock, and a big guy answers the door.
“Yeah?”
“Is Saint here?”
“Who’s askin’?”
I’m pissed and hold up my hand, flashing my wedding ring. “His wife.”
The guy busts out laughing. “Yeah, okay, baby-doll. Top of the stairs, second door.”
I overhear someone talking as I get to the upstairs hall.
“You pulled in one hell of a female demographic on it, judging from the comments they’re leaving. They’re begging for more.”
My brows arch. He made a porn video? What the hell?
“And Asia was a big hit with the male demographic. Two of you together, off the charts man.”
“I heard. Glad you got here ahead of me and got those two under control.”
“Yeah, Bambi really stood her ground. I had my money on Asia, since she’s taller, but Little Bit there tore into her.”
“She started it,” I hear a woman spit out.
“You liar!”
“Girls, knock it off. Thought you were supposed to be professionals.” The other man’s voice sounds fed up.
“Come here, Saint. Do this scene with me, pretty please?” one of the girls whines.
A strange man walks out the door and spots me. “Oh, hey. You the new girl?” His eyes sweep down me. “Nice tits. This scene is going to be fantastic. You don’t have anything against doing a girl-on-girl threesome, do you?”
My eyes pop open. “What?”
Saint and Mako lean their heads out the door, and I see a naked Asia sliding her hands up my man’s chest, and then peering at me.
“Oh, it’s your sister.”
Devastation surges through my body with a flash of heat. I want to scratch her eyes out, but I also wish the floor would open up and swallow me whole.
What a fool I’ve been. I turn and dash back down the stairs and out the door. I hear Saint yell for me, then his boots on the steps, chasing after me.
The vile little man who thought I was one of his new starlets, follows too.
“Honey, come back. I’ll give you double rate!”
I make it to the lawn before Saint catches up with me. He grabs my arm, but I shove him away, shouting out my rage, and pointing back at the house. “Porn? You made a porn video with that girl? That’s the one called Asia, right? Did you fuck her?” I already know the answer. I recognized her from the clubhouse the night of the party. Guess now I know what business they’re in.
“Babe, calm down. It wasn’t like that. She’s nothing to me. Just some chick they hired.”
“She wants to land a patch. That’s what one of the girls told me last week. Well, she can’t have mine. But then, from what I just overheard, she’s already had you.”
“Babe. Asia, and me that was before you and me got together. She means nothing to me. She doesn’t matter.”
I jam my thumb at my chest. “Well, this matters to me. You’re mine, Saint.” I hold up my hand. “I’ve got the jewelry to prove it.”
He grabs my wrist and yanks it down. “Quit.”
“What are you so afraid of? That your slut will find out your married.”
“Hush.”
I yank from his grasp, and move to walk past him.
He grabs my arm and pulls me around, backing me up against the truck. “What are you doing here? You followin’ me now?”
“Let me go.”
“Where are you gonna go?”
“Away from you.”
“No.”
I make a defensive move I learned in all my years of Karate, and it throws him to his back on the ground. He grits his teeth and puts a hand over his healing wound. I don’t even flinch; that’s how much I don’t give a damn right now as I stand over him.
The fool dares to grimace up at me and say through clenched teeth, “Kitten found her claws.”
“Go to hell. I may not be the girl that everyone wants like your porn slut, but at least I’m not the girl that everyone’s had.”
“Babe, stop.”
“No. Once you’ve destroyed my trust, it can never be the same again, Saint.” I stomp away as he rubs his side and watches me, letting me go this time. I jump in the truck, my eyes filling with tears and it makes it hard to see as I drive away.
***
Saint—
Mako comes to stand next to me. “Thought you said that was your sister? Who the fuck is she really?”
“My wife.”
“No shit? When the hell did that happen?”
I don’t bother to answer him, because the director rushes up.
“Who was that girl? We need a third for the threesome. Did you see her tits? Can you get her back?”
Mako extends his hand, and pulls me to my feet. Pain shoots through my side, and I take it out on the slimy director.
I punch him in the mouth, laying him out on the ground, and then move to stand over him, pointing my finger at the asshole. “You so much as fuckin’ go near her, I’ll put a bullet in your head and dump you in the river, understand?”
Mako shoves me back. “What the fuck, Saint? We got a scene to film. He may be a shit director, but he’s the only one we got at the moment.”
Bambi comes out in a robe and stares down at the director out cold on the ground. “Life never stops teaching.”
I shake out my hand and flex it, staring after the fading taillights of my pickup. “What the fuck just happened?”
Bambi looks over at me, clicking her tongue. “Piece of advice, Saint. Never lie to a girl, because she already knows the answer before she asks.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Saint—
By the time I get home, Kami, her suitcase, and my truck are gone. There’s a note on the kitchen table with her ring sitting on top. I pick up the ring, blow out a long breath, and read her pretty swirling handwriting.
To my Husband—
You know, Saint, this was the first serious relationship of my life, and I really loved you so much. I guess I never thought you would break my heart.