Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [130]
She wondered where Eddie was. They’d had a drag-out fight and she’d walked out on him, but there was nothing to stop her walking right back in. It wasn’t too late.
Armand was making no move to pour her another glass of Cristal. She could tell the hookers were getting restless, especially the little one with the bad dye job and various tattoos on her skinny body. Where on earth had Armand found these two freaks? And what were his plans for them?
Annabelle made a quick decision. Whatever his plans, she did not wish to be included. A fast exit was in her future.
‘Excuse me,’ she said, getting up. ‘Just using the little girls room.’
As she walked by the two hookers she attempted to avert her eyes. But she knew they were staring at her, checking her out, wondering what the scene was.
Her skin crawled.
She made it to the bathroom, locked the door, took out her cell and called Eddie. Fortunately he picked up, although she could barely hear him as there was a cacophony of noise in the background.
‘Where are you?’ she asked.
‘You calmed down yet?’ he questioned.
‘Have you?’ she countered.
‘I’m at Mood with an interesting group,’ he said. ‘You wanna join me?’
‘You know what? I think I do,’ she replied, relieved that he didn’t seem to be holding a grudge. She’d yelled some vile names at him, but that’s what she liked about Eddie, he was basically a smart guy with a red-hot future. If she could wean him off cheating, they might make it as a couple. ‘I’ll be there soon.’
Back in the living room Armand had finally decided to utilize the services of the two prostitutes. They were not exactly what he’d required – not the usual high-end call girls he was used to – but he was too drunk and coked-out to care.
‘The whores are going to dance for us,’ he announced to Annabelle, patting a place beside him on the couch. ‘That’s before I fuck the life out of them.’
Wonderful, Annabelle thought, perching on the edge. This is exactly where I don’t want to be.
Armand raised his arm, snapping his fingers at Luscious and Seducta. ‘Over here,’ he commanded. ‘Now!’
Chapter Fifty
There were times Denver discovered a boldness within her that usually only came out when she was in full control in the courtroom, a place she loved to be. She considered herself a low-key kind of girl, not prone to outbursts of any kind. However, the sight of Bobby dancing with a vaguely triumphant Gia was enough to spur her into action. After dumping Jorge – who was getting on her nerves anyway, she made it over to Bobby who pretended not to see her approaching.
‘Hey,’ she said, tapping Bobby firmly on the shoulder. ‘I thought we were leaving.’
‘Yeah,’ he answered, barely looking at her. ‘We will. Just catching up with Gia, see you back at the table.’
‘Really?’ Denver said coolly. ‘Is that what you’d like me to do? Go back to the table?’
‘Sure, hon,’ he said, determined not to fold. ‘Maybe your, uh, friend’ll walk you there.’
‘Friend?’ she questioned.
‘The dude you were locked on the dance floor with all night.’
Oh wow, so that’s what this is all about. How dumb.
‘I guess you must mean Venus’s sad sack boyfriend,’ she said sharply.
‘I don’t give a fuck who he is,’ Bobby responded, completely out of character for him. ‘You were with him all night.’
Gia, in all her Victoria’s Secret sexiness, tugged on Bobby’s arm and said, ‘Are we dancing or not?’
Bobby was torn. Should he stay on the dance floor with Gia, or show Denver that she couldn’t get away with dissing him?
Before he could decide, Denver took off.
Shit! He’d called the wrong shot. Denver wasn’t into playing games, he should’ve known.
* * *
Ace was not happy about Max running out on him, and Cookie wasn’t happy being the one who had to tell him. She was also livid that Frankie had made no