Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [109]
‘Sure. I’ll hold things down.’
‘We’ve got a lot of VIP reservations tonight,’ M.J. said. ‘Everyone’s in town for the fights on Sunday.’
‘And you’re not staying,’ Bobby stated. ‘What’s up with that?’
‘Yeah, bad timing,’ M.J. said. ‘But here’s the good news – I’m givin’ you my tickets.’
‘Jeez,’ Bobby exclaimed. ‘True love rules.’
‘Ringside, my man,’ M.J. boasted. ‘Primo position. Cannot be beat.’
‘Problem is, I don’t think I can use ’em,’ Bobby said, watching Denver and Cassie as they walked back to the table.
‘Why not?’ M.J. asked. ‘Aren’t you listening? Ringside, man.’
‘I’m not so sure it’s something Denver’s into.’
‘Exactly what am I not into?’ Denver asked, sliding into the booth.
‘Boxing,’ Bobby said. ‘Not your thing, right?’
‘How did you guess?’ she said coolly. ‘Two grown men beating each other’s brains out is hardly my idea of a brilliant time.’
‘Yeah,’ Bobby said. ‘I kinda had a hunch you’d feel that way.’
‘I’m crazy for the fights,’ Cassie piped up. ‘We’re goin’ Sunday night, yes, hon?’
M.J. exchanged a quick glance with Bobby and nodded. ‘’Course we are. Wouldn’t miss it.’
Denver wondered what was happening back in L.A. She missed her apartment, her dog, and her work.
So far, Vegas was not doing it for her – she couldn’t wait to get home.
Chapter Forty
Luscious and Seducta set off in Seducta’s 1998 shocking pink Pontiac, her pride and joy – a wedding present from Mikey after they’d gotten hitched by a Lady Gaga lookalike six months ago after indulging in a drunken orgy with several Scottish footballers. Seducta harboured fond memories of such a special day; she’d even had the date tattooed on her ass.
‘How come Mikey bought you an old car?’ Luscious sneered, as she settled into the passenger seat and attempted to fasten the broken seatbelt across her skinny waist.
‘Better than that piece of garbage you drive,’ Seducta sneered back, referring to Luscious’s 2008 used Toyota. ‘My Pontiac is vintage.’
Luscious wasn’t quite sure what vintage meant, so she kept quiet.
‘Who is this john we’re seeing?’ Seducta inquired, weaving in and out of traffic with a total lack of concern for other drivers on the road. ‘What’s his deal? Girl on girl? ’Cause if it is, I’m warnin’ you – don’t go stickin’ your tongue in my cooze – you gotta fake it. We clear on that?’
‘How the fuck I know who he is?’ Luscious said irritably. ‘It’s a job – the jerkoff’s payin’ top dollar. An’ might I remind you to get a life – ’cause the last place my tongue wants t’go is anywhere near your fat cooze.’
‘Fat?’ Seducta hissed, tapping the steering wheel with long fake nails – several of them chipped. ‘If anythin’s fat it’s your big mouth. Since you had that shit injected in your lips they remind me of two gnarly worms.’
‘You’re bein’ jealous again,’ Luscious said, refusing to get into a slanging match. ‘Randy gets off on my lips.’
‘Not what he told me,’ Seducta replied with a knowing smirk.
‘Since when did you get to talkin’ to my boyfriend?’ Luscious demanded.
‘Like I’m not allowed to speak to my own brother-in-law,’ Seducta jeered. ‘You seem to forget we’re related. Randy an’ me – we’re family.’
Luscious narrowed her squinty eyes. Seducta was dumb as a sheep, and she wasn’t about to take the bait, because that’s what Seducta was doing – baiting her into losing her cool. She wished she hadn’t thrown this well-paid gig Seducta’s way – the fat cow didn’t deserve it. She should’ve picked one of the other girls.
Too late now. The best thing she could do was grit her teeth and put a smile on it.
Chapter Forty-One
‘I have a yen to surprise everyone,’ Lucky murmured, sliding seductively out of bed. ‘I know I said we wouldn’t emerge until tomorrow, but it’s only eleven and I’m sure they’ll all end up at Bobby’s club. What do you think? Shall we put in an appearance?’
‘My wife,’ Lennie said, leaning back with a benevolent smile on his face. ‘Always ready for action.’
‘Hmm,’ she said, also smiling. ‘Tonight I