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basement nest.”
    “You’re so full of shit.”
    “That’s what I said to him the first time I met him. Trust me, you do not want to live in a basement nest. It’s disgusting.”
    She smiles at me and suddenly I can’t breathe. Something about this girl is different. It’s not just the fact that she’s the only girl who’s been brave enough to feed and pet Killer. Maybe it’s the way the light sparkles in her blonde hair or the way she makes me feel like I’m hanging out with a friend, not a conquest. I don’t know what it is, but I want to stay here and figure it out.
    Once Killer is fed and he’s back in his cage, I check the clock and realize I’m twenty minutes late for sound check. I already have four voicemails and eleven missed calls. I turn my phone off and tuck it into my pocket. Then I pull the black cloth over the cage so Killer can rest. He’ll be happy to have a night off.

The Dirty Truth
Present Day
    “ W hy did Barry have a family emergency in Montana?” I say, taking a seat in the chair across from the ex-girlfriend who makes a cobra look friendly. “Did you kill one of Barry’s kids so you could see me today?”
    “You’re unbelievable. You’d think that planet-sized ego of yours would have deflated just a tiny bit while your prison boyfriend was pounding you in the ass.”
    “Hey, I don’t know what you heard, but there was none of that going on in there. I’m not anyone’s bitch.”
    “Don’t make me pull up the sex tape link.”
    “Well, not anymore I’m not,” I clarify. “But of course I was your bitch. You’ll always be my Birdie whether you like it or not. You can’t quit Max Milan. That’s like trying to quit breathing.”
    “Still referring to yourself in the third person? Are you ever going to grow up? Because I got a phone call from a Hakkasan promoter last week asking if I’d been in contact with Max Milan.”
    “They called you ?”
    “Yes, they called me . And I promised Barry I’d let him know whether prison had matured you. Barry and Hakkasan don’t want anything to do with you if you’re going to pull anything like the stunt you pulled two years ago.”
    I let out a hearty laugh. “ You’re supposed to determine whether I’m mature enough? Are you fucking kidding me? I mean, I’m sorry, babe, but that’s not really fair to you. Couldn’t they at least get someone who has the slightest chance of resisting me?”
    “You’re a real piece of work.”
    “You’re the artist who painted me. Revel in your creation, sweetheart.”
    “Are you ever going to take responsibility for what happened?”
    “Are you ever going to take responsibility for what happened? I did twenty-two months of hard time and you never came to see me once. Never tried to apologize to me.”
    “It wasn’t my fault that you couldn’t keep your dick in your tight designer jeans!”
    “I wouldn’t have ever gotten the idea to make a sex tape with Kyla if you hadn’t convinced me to make that sex tape with you!”
    “ Convinced you? I don’t remember you needing that much convincing.”
    “Sweetie, I know you’re getting old, but your memory can’t be that bad.”
    She picks up a pen off her desk and hurls it at me. “Asshole!”
    I duck and the pen hits the wall behind me. “Listen, Bridget—”
    “Don’t call me Bridget. My name is Elara.”
    “Whatever. Listen, Birdie, I know you want to take credit for signing me and you want the commission from the deal with Hakkasan. So I’m willing to let go of all this shit between us to help you out. Just apologize for swindling me into making that sex tape and I’ll sign with you.”
    “Un-fucking-believable,” she huffs, shaking her head.
    “Fine. Since you’ve obviously forgotten how this all went down, how about I refresh your memory. It all started when I came home from a show on April 26 th .”
    “You remember the date?”
    “Of course I remember the date. It’s stamped on the fucking video.” I reach