Chapter 3
Pepper
Hugh shows up at my door, Anton standing behind him. “Where the hell did you disappear to?”
Jesus. The man has become my f*****g keeper.
I stick up my chin. “I went to tell Tony Brando where he could shove his champagne.”
Hugh’s eyes bug out of his face. “You what?” He pushes his way into my room and Anton follows. So much for me resting before the show. “Seriously, Pepper, I don’t think you understand who these guys are.”
“Oh, I understand.” My voice warbles and Hugh fishes a throat lozenge out of his pocket and shoves it at me. “I understand we’re all going to get our fingernails pulled out with a pair of pliers if I don’t earn the Tacones back their money. No pressure at all, considering my voice is completely shot.” To make my point, my voice gives out on every o
