“Oh, Ms. London wanted me to pass on a message to you,” Henry said.

Now he brings it up. “What is it?”

“If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? That’s all she said. What did she mean?” He paused, staring at me in confusion.

Smirking, I nodded, but I didn’t reply.

Shall we not revenge? She knew. Even without us speaking, she had already guessed her mother was behind this, and just like in the Merchant of Venice, she would get her pound of flesh.

How or when I wasn’t sure. But I trusted her with my life.

Amelia

I was quaking with rage.

The medicine Ollie had given me in the morning had relaxed me enough that I could fall asleep on the plane ride to New York City. When I awoke, all I could feel was anger. The pain and shock I went through all faded to the wayside. I had two goals now: get Noah out of jail with his reputation intact, and pay my mother back tenfold. I didn’t feel like myself. I felt like a hurricane willing to destroy anything in my path.

“Welcome back to MKLM 97.5. As many of you know, former child star Noah Sloan was arrested last night—”

The driver immediately turned the radio off.

“Put it back,” I said, and his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

“How dumb can he be? He just got cast in this huge, huge movie, and then he goes and attacks one of Chicago’s most beloved old-school cats. He’s an idiot.”

“Is it wrong that I still love him? Yeah, it was shithead move, especially with the timing of Sinners Like Us, but it’s Noah Sloan, bad boy till he dies. When you have that rap, people do try to test your limits though.”

“Come on, Rachel. It’s Ray Mallory—”

“So the old guy could have made the wrong joke! Plus, with him just coming out of rehab, he could have snapped. Not that it’s an excuse, but you gotta know who you’re messing with.”

“All I know is I hope they throw the book at him. I’m sick of all these stars thinking they can do whatever they want.”

“Former child stars are the worst—”

“Turn it off!” I snapped, wanting to reach through the radio and strangle the morons talking as if they knew him, as if they knew anything.

“Ms. London, we are here. I’ve taken the back way,” the driver said. We were back at the hotel, where a last-minute board meeting was taking place. I had heard Ollie talk about it on the phone before I drifted off. Slipping out while he was out dealing with the press, I called for the driver to bring me here personally.

Stepping out, I put my glasses on, checking both ways before walking toward the service elevator.

Resting against the walls, I thought about the speech I wanted to give them. The very fact that they called a meeting so quickly meant they wanted to clean up shop before things got worse. Production was already on a tight schedule as it was. Each day we missed shooting was money coming out of their pockets.

“Hello,” I answered my phone as the doors opened.

“Amelia, where are you?” Ollie asked on the other side of the phone.

“I’m about to walk into a board meeting. I’ll talk to you later,” I said quickly, hanging up before he could reply.

Without knocking, I opened the door to see a whole bunch of older white-haired men dressed in dark suits and sitting around a long wooden table with water and cookies.

“Ms. London? What are you doing here?” Director Zane sat up from the left corner of the table.

“I heard the board was meeting today. I’m guessing this is about Mr. Sloan?”

“Ms. London—”

“Are you or are you not dropping him?”

They didn’t say anything as they glanced at each other and sat up on the edges of their seats.

“It’s very complicated.”

I walked to the front of the table to see them all perfectly. “Fine, I’ll make it simple. If Noah goes, I go, and I promise you, I will not go quietly. After all the work we’ve done it’s ridiculous you would even hold this meeting.”

“Are you threatening us, Ms. London?” One of them snapped at me.

“Take it as risk assessment. You’ll need to redo everything—promotional shoots, studio times, all the scenes, buy out new actors. The amount of money you think you will be saving by not waiting until Monday, will be null and void.” The only person of color in the room, with a fresh buzz cut and brown eyes, stood up in my corner. “Gentlemen, I understand that you wish to be proactive. However, this is still all premature. I promise you I will get Mr. Sloan bail on Monday, and he will be able to get back to work.”

They huffed, a few of them shifting in their seats.

“Zane, I heard rumors that you were having trouble with both of these actors on set?” someone questioned, and all their heads turned toward the director, who was wearing his favorite round violet shades.

“There are always rumors, but honestly, I haven’t worked with a better, more passionate pair of actors in the last decade. I’m sure that when you see the movie you will agree with me,” he replied. For a brief second, I felt nothing but absolute gratitude and pride.

“Fine. We will reconvene on Monday evening,” said the chairman.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” said the man who had spoken up in Noah’s defense. He then focused on me. “Ms. London, can I get a word?”

Nodding, I followed him back into the brightly lit hallway.

“Ms. London, I’m Henry Fordman. We spoke on the phone.” He offered his hand.

“Oh, yes. Did you see Noah this morning? Is he alright?”

“Yeah, alright given the charges against him. You wouldn’t happen to have visible proof of what transpired, would you?”

“I’m sorry, no.” I didn’t have anything but my own testimony.

“No, it’s fine. You’ve already done so much. I might be calling on you again, if that’s alright,” he said.

“Anything you need.”

“Thank you. Let’s hope this get resolved quickly. Excuse me,” he said, digging into the side pocket of his jacket to grab his ringing phone.

When he was gone, I took a deep breath.

Noah still had job. At least he did if we could get him bail by Monday.

I was only an actress. I didn’t understand law, nor was I a genius. However, I had money and a lot of it. I didn’t need to be the smartest person in the room—I just needed to be able to pay them off.

And I knew just who to call.

There was no way in hell I was going to allow my mother, Ray Mallory, or anyone else to keep fucking with Noah. He’d protected me for years, and now I was going to help him no matter what it took.

They were fucking with the wrong goddamn people this time.

Chapter Five

Amelia

Pausing, I glanced down at the unknown number on my screen before answering. “Hello?”

“Amelia, it’s Ray Mallory.” Not only was this man a disgusting pig, he also had no sense of decorum, either.

“I’m just calling to apologize for last night. I obviously had too much to drink.”

“Really? And what is your excuse for the charges against Noah?” I questioned, resting back against the leather seat.

He snickered. “Look, Amelia—”

“Ms. London, we aren’t close.”

“Well, look who grew up.”

“Mr. Mallory, I’m busy at the moment—”

“Amelia, don’t stress too much about Noah. I’m sure this will be cleared up in no time. We were both drinking and—”

“One of you tried to rape me, and other saved me. I’m not sure what else needs to be cleared up here,” I said sternly.

There was pause on the other end.

“I’m not sure what you are talking about. However, I will warn you about baseless accusations against upstanding members of society, Ms. London. You’re aware that this incident happened in my city, in my house. You do not want to make an enemy of me. It would be like a bird trying to fight a lion. A lion will only tolerate it flying around until he smacks it down to Earth with ease. You and your little boyfriend are out of your league.”