Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) by Rachael James Read Free Book Online Page A

every other person in the
room. Their attacks were vicious and petty, and for the first time since they
met, Willow found absolutely nothing attractive about Hannah.
    In between courses, Ian Ryan, a
talented and successful actor from a popular cable network series, sauntered
over. Something of a pretty boy, Willow had never understood what all the hype
surrounding him was about, but up close and personal, he was rather dazzling.
    “Hello, Hannah,” he said with
his deep, gravelly voice.
    “Hello, Ian,” Hannah said drily,
without looking up at him.
    “I was thinking since we’re in
town together, maybe…” he started, but Hannah cut him off succinctly.
    “No,” she said.
    Not one to be put off so
easily, he chuckled. “But you didn’t hear me out,” he denied.
    “No,” Hannah said again. “It
will always be a no. I don’t know why you insist on asking me the same
question.”
    Ian looked over at Willow. His
mouth curled into an arrogant smile, and he winked. “Because one day I believe
you will say yes.”
    “Go away, Ian,” Hannah growled,
“before I am forced to cause a scene.”
    “Maybe that’s what I want? God
knows, the only reason I come back every year is to see your angel face coming
down the runway while the litany of profanities spew from your mouth. What a
combination—sweet and sour.”
    As Ian delivered his
well-rehearsed lines, he looked at Willow. Probably because she was the only
one looking at him as both Hannah and Lola refused to look his way. Or maybe he
forgot which actress he was supposed to address? With his finger bent, he
reached out and tried to stroke Willow’s cheek with his knuckle, but never got
the chance as Hannah moved with the lightning speed of a ninja.
    She held Ian’s hand down on the
table at an impossibly contorted angle. “Go away,” she gritted between her
teeth.
    After he left, Lola chuckled
quietly. “I don’t understand why you won’t give that boy a chance. He’s been
chasing after you for years.”
    “Yes, you do,” Hannah scowled.
Still furious that the slimy bastard had dared to pollute Willow with his
vileness, she thought to herself, He’s lucky all he has is a torn ligament
and bruised knuckle. With all the cutlery so close at hand, I might have
reached for the knife first.
    Lola clicked her tongue. “Not
in front of the children, darling.”
    “Fuck you, Lola,” Hannah spat
and then looked accusingly at Willow. “You were talking to Raul.”
    “Yes, I was.”
    “Don’t,” Hannah demanded. “He’s
a fucking little bitch that likes to spread lies about me.”
    Hannah turned away to stare
blankly at the crowd. First, Raul and then Ian. There was only so much she
could take before her temper erupted. And it was all Willow’s fault. With both
of the men, Willow had been so warm and inviting. Didn’t she realize they were
hideous monsters only using her to get to Hannah? They didn’t care for her at
all. Oh maybe they might fuck her, well, except Raul—unless Willow offered her
ass. And sometimes Willow was so stupidly naïve, she would probably let
them—just like she let her loser boyfriend fuck her.
    “I hate this fucking place. It’s
filled with fucking little bitches,” Hannah hissed.
    Willow looked around nervously.
Several people at their table and the surrounding tables were watching. Their
eyes were aglow with anticipation. As discreetly as possible, she reached for
Hannah’s hand.
    “Hannah, don’t do this here,”
she whispered.
    Hannah looked down at where
Willow touched her skin. Normally, she didn’t encourage affection from her pets
unless she had invited it first, but Willow wasn’t a pet and there was
something comforting about the feel of her skin. Hannah blinked several times
and then moved her hand out of reach.
    Looking back at Lola with a
slight smile, she explained, “He only chases because he wants to be the one who
fucks Hannah Fairbanks. That sort of thing would guarantee career