Killing Booth by Lani Lynn Vale

Author:Lani Lynn Vale [Vale, Lani Lynn & Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lani Lynn Vale
Published: 2024-02-26T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

I can’t sing, but I do have other oral talents.

-Zip to Nash

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“Hey,” I said as I swung the door open wide. “You’re early.”

Aracelli grinned, though it was lopsided.

“Bad day at the office,” she paused. “How’s he doing?”

“Enough of a bad day that you had to leave in the middle of the workday?” I teased as I headed back to the couch to get my outfit finished.

She came into Nash’s apartment, then came to a stop beside the table I was working on.

“What’s that?” she asked, completely ignoring my question.

Obviously that was a no-go subject for right now.

Noted.

“This is work that I had to start doing after we let our costume designer go,” I lied.

In reality, we didn’t ‘let’ our costume designer ‘go.’ Winston killed him for being a knowing part in the child sex trafficking ring that had been run behind our backs.

Now, we had performers who needed costumes, and no one applying to make them without costing an arm and three-quarters of a leg.

Man, inflation was a real bitch.

“You design and make the costumes?” she asked, surprise evident in her tone.

“I do what I have to do. Apparently, since Winston started making it known that he works with us, and that he’s married to Crimson, they only see dollar signs now.” I shook my head. “I can’t freakin’ believe the audacity of people. I went from placing an ad for a costume designer to doing this shit myself,” I grumbled darkly as I started to sew beads into place.

The beads were intricate, time consuming, and necessary to add sparkle to an outfit that would otherwise be rather bland. Sure, it was short, revealing, and flattering, it was also pretty blah in the spotlight in the middle of a circus.

“This is my last bead, though.” I sighed as I got it sewn into place. “What do you think?”

I picked it up and shook it out at her.

“I love it,” she said as she continued to stare. “I can’t believe you made that.”

I shrugged off the surprise in her voice. “I had to learn to do a lot of things when I was younger. It was either adapt or be knocked around. And let me tell you something, I learned to adapt really freakin’ quick.”

“Be knocked around by whom?” she asked, getting angry now.

“My dad.” I placed the outfit onto the coffee table again. “Are you here for a while?”

She nodded.

“Cool,” I said. “Nash is doing better. He’s up and showering right now. Drains got pulled today. He’s in a grumpy ass mood, though, because the driver he selected to run his car didn’t do a good job.”

Aracelli snorted. “He always gets bent out of shape when someone else’s butt is in his car.”

“As I should,” Nash said as he came out of the bedroom. “Nobody else can drive that car like I can.”

I rolled my eyes. “That sounded really conceited.”

“Conceited, sure. But truth? Yeah.” He looked at me. “Finish?”

“I did,” I said. “I’m going to leave you here with your babysitter so I can go try this on, then go practice a few routines.

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