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“I don’t like those eyes wandering anywhere but here.” He points to his face. “Told you once already,I know that look.”
I pucker my lips, challenging him. Even though he’s joking around, there’s some seriousness behind it, kind of likeChilling Desires.
“Just a little star struck, is all.” I curl around his arm and look up at him. “Nothing like the look I give to my heroic ghost.”
I throw him a bone because… well… he deserves it. Then I go back to ogling the star getting ready to work.
“And… action!”
The cameras are rolling. One moves as Daughtry grabs the knife and puts on a comically evil face as he’s cutting the turkey. “Maya, why don’t you come help me for a second? Not sure if this is the right amount of stuffing.”
“Be right there!”Maya calls.
It’s crazy to see all the overhead microphones moving seamlessly with the cameras to follow Maya. She comes over with extra pep in her step, because everyone believes they’re getting it on behind closed doors.
She stops by the turkey and bends to look inside. “Looks pretty stuffed to me—Ahh!”
Daughtry wraps an arm around her neck and pulls her back, showing all his teeth and widening his eyes for the camera. They both hold the pose, and I see Silver palming his face, tryingnot to groan. I can’t help but put my hand over my mouth, masking a laugh.
This shit is hilarious.
“Cut!”The director a few seats over gets up and claps his hands once. “Brilliant! Got it first try. Next, we’re going to shoot Benny as the potential killer.”
“You don’t find this entertaining?” I bend forward in my chair to scrutinize Silver.
“Mmph.” His hand drags slowly down his face.
I can see it though… he’s hiding a grin.
The next death is even more over the top. When Benny calls Maya in, he’s hiding under the table—knife in hand—moving his nose like a crazed bunny as the cameras bend to get the right angle.
“I think I dropped something,” Benny says. “Can I get a hand in here, Maya?”
We’re both watching Benny’s face, and Silver actually starts silently cracking up.
“I knew it,”I whisper, laughing beside him. “You love this shit too!”
“Cut!Another great one!” The director claps.
“It’s just so fucking ridiculous,” he says.
“That’s thepoint. Get it? Point? Knife?”
He groans again as we both cackle, enjoying each other wholeheartedly.
“See, Silver? We can have fun even when we’re not loving each other’s brains out.” I wink at him.
“Mm,” he groans. “May-be, kid. May-be.”
As the fifth would-be killer sets up, a door slams in the front of the house, startling everyone.
In walks a massive man in fitted slacks, loafers, and a black polo that he’s positively bursting out of. Dark hair and darkfeatures are somewhat familiar, but I can’t quite place them. His angry eyes honed in on Silver makes me freeze.
When I unfreeze, I recall who he is. I’ve seen him before in Dad’s files… as a kingpin. That’s Donny fucking Valentino.
“Show isover,” Donny’s voice carries. “Everybody, get the fuckout.”
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