Page 75 of Sangre
Isla rolled her eyes while shaking her head. “You’re mad at me because I’m not flipping out about finding you screwing Lexi? Seriously? I gotta get going.” She looked down at her phone again.
Benz grabbed her arm and shook her. “If I find out you were fucking behind my back, you’re going to be more than sorry.”
She jerked her arm out of his grasp. “So now you’re threatening me? You really are an asshole, you know that? I’m out of here.” She jumped off the stool and pushed past him. “See you all later,” she said to the band members on stage, and then walked out the front door.
Mark’s familiar car was parked in front, and she leaned against the brick wall and tapped in Sangre’s number. As she waited for him to pick up, out of the corner of her eye she saw someone approaching her. Mark was out of the car in less than a second, walking around the front of it and coming over to her.
“Hi, Isla,” Lexi said.
I can’t believe this bitch has the nerve to say anything to me.Ignoring her, she turned away and smiled when she heard Sangre’s voice.
“Are you finished?” he asked.
“Yes. Did you get everything done that you needed to?”
“Yep. I’m leaving now.”
“I have to go home first because I need to jump in the shower. I always get so sweaty after a good hard practice.”
“No problem. I should be there in about twenty minutes or so. See you then.” Isla slipped the phone into her pocket.
“Is everything okay here?” Mark asked, his gaze fixed on Lexi.
“Yeah. It’s just”—she waved her hand at Lexi—“this bitch wants to talk to me and I don’t want to talk to her.” She glared at the woman. “Why are you still here?”
Lexi shifted from one foot to the other as she tugged at her pearl necklace. “I just want to explain things.”
Mark shoved himself between her and Isla. “Move on, lady.”
Isla took a few steps forward and stared at her. “There’s nothing to explain. You want Benz… you can have him. I’m so over him.”
Lexi’s eyes widened. “Just like that? I thought you guys were tight.”
She laughed dryly. “Sorry to spoil it for you, but you actually did me a favor. I don’t have anything more to say to you.”
“I didn’t mean to do it. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine. It really is.”
Before Lexi could reply, Mark stepped in front of her. “I told you to move it on outta here. I meant it. Go.”
With slumped shoulders, Lexi turned away and went into the bar. Isla shook her head and smiled at Mark. “Thanks. Sorry to involve you in my drama.”
He folded his massive arms against his chest. “It’s my job.”
“Sangre said he’s coming soon. I can just wait in the bar if you want to take off.”
“I don’t leave until my boss says I can. I’ll be in my car.”
Isla went back into the bar, and when Benz saw her he wrapped his arm around Lexi while staring at her. She went over to the counter and slid on one of the barstools.
“You want another beer?” Jim asked.
“No, thanks. But a bottle of water would be awesome.” As Jim knelt down and rummaged through the cooler, she placed her chin on her hand as she stared at Lexi and Benz’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Benz was nuzzling her neck, but it seemed to Isla that Lexi wasn’t all that into it. She had a strained look on her face, and her body looked stiff.
“Sorry that Benz is being such a jerk,” Jac said, sidling up to her.
“We’re through,” she said softly.
