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When I reach his room, I hear murmured voices. It only takes a second to realize that Krista is
in there with him. I have to stop myself from rushing in and going bat shit crazy, but I have to give
him a chance to defend himself. I ve seen too many old ladies just go off the rails on their man
without knowing the full story. I m more level headed than that shit.
I quietly crack the door open and listen to what they re saying.
Why are you with her? Sarah hated her! Didn t you love my sister at all? I hear Krista say.
Oh shit. Do I want to hear this?
You know damn well I never loved Sarah. Why do you think Sarah was leaving? I told her
straight up that she was a stand in for Jenna. She knew that since her first day in Big Clifty, Kidd
says back.
She s not good enough for you. She s cold. Even you call her Ice. Don t you want something
warm? I hear her say, making her voice sound like a purr. Women and their fuckin purring. Why the
hell do men like that shit? I m not a fucking cat, and I don t purr.
I hear a long zip before Kidd shouts, What the fuck are you doing? Put your damn dress back
on!
That s it! I swing the door open and see Krista plastered to Kidd, and Kidd standing as stiff as a
board. I grab Krista by the back of the hair and throw her to the floor. The bitch s boobs are on full
display, so I grab the small knife out of my back pocket and put the blade next to her nipple.
Since day one, you have given me shit. Not only did you try mouthing off to me, you refused to
stay behind the bar at The Kitty Kat like I told you. Then yesterday, you tried to get in there with
Kidd, even though I told you to keep your fuckin hands off him, I say while running the flat of my
blade over her nipple, not causing any damage, but scaring the shit out of her. He turned your ass
down, but you wouldn t take no for an answer. Now here you are, trying to get my man again. Do you
really want to fuck him bad enough to die? I killed a bitch once just for slapping Chipper. What do
you think I d do to a skank trying to take Kidd from me?
Talking about Cary s death sends a wave of nausea through me, but for the first time, I don t feel
that guilt. Instead, I just feel angry; angry that this bitch just won t leave us alone.
Jenna, Kidd says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I ignore him and look into Krista s eyes, expecting to see fear, but instead I see disgust. It takes
a minute for her reaction to click in my mind. I know you don t really want him. The thought of
doing Sarah s man turns your stomach. Doesn t it?
When her face pales, I know I m on the right track. You don t want to be in Kidd s bed, but
you re doing your best to get in it. I want to know why, and you re going to tell me. If you don t, I m
gonna take this blade, and for every minute you don t fuckin tell me, I m diggin it in.
She doesn t respond, but looks behind me to Kidd. I feel his hand tighten on my shoulder. He
knows I ll do what I have to do to get the truth from her.
Might wanna speak up, Krista. There s no stopping Ice once she starts, he says, sounding
bored, his voice almost dead. I ve heard that voice before; it s the voice he uses when he s doing
club business.
She doesn t say anything, but I feel her body shaking. I start to dig the knife into her, slowly, but
not yet drawing blood. I don t want to hurt her, but I m willing to do what I have to. I also know that I
can t leave this for Kidd. He feels guilty enough about Sarah s death. He doesn t need Krista s
torture on his conscious too.
T-t-t-immons, she suddenly stutters out.
I m almost tempted to just shove the blade into her after hearing that name. I have a feeling what
she s about to say is going to fuck with my head. More importantly, it s going to hurt Kidd.
Kidd
I pull Jenna away from Krista, and take the knife from her, before stepping around her and
pushing her behind me. I let her play her game with Krista, but it s time to for me to step up. What
the fuck do you have to do with Timmons?
Krista starts to scoot back, pulling her dress up. He showed up almost two years ago, said
Sarah had left some of her stuff at the Mateland club house and he thought I might want it.
It s been years since she was there. There ain t shit of hers in that place.
She nods. I know that now.
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