Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [132]
‘Who’s his girlfriend?’ Lucky inquired, leaning over Alex who’d decided to sit himself down right next to her.
‘The smart one,’ Lennie said. ‘She gets my seal of approval. How about you?’
‘Whatever Bobby wants, Bobby gets,’ Lucky said with a warm smile at her son.
‘Just like you, Lucky,’ Alex said, nursing a large tumbler of Scotch.
‘And you know that, do you?’ Lennie retorted, putting a proprietary arm around Lucky’s shoulder.
‘I know it ’cause we’re best friends,’ Alex said, refusing to back down.
Here we go, Lucky thought, the two bulls are about to go at it. Why couldn’t we have left when I wanted to?
‘Y’know, Alex, you’re so full of crap,’ Lennie said. ‘What makes you think Lucky’s your best friend?’
‘Does it bother you?’ Alex taunted. ‘Make you anxious that while you’re away—’
Lucky stood up. ‘Both of you, shut the fuck up,’ she said, her tone brooking no argument. ‘What’s wrong with you, Alex? I told you earlier, you’re out of line, so zip it with the childish comments. I gave up having best friends in seventh grade.’
Alex scowled and turned to the Asian girl sitting on his other side.
Lennie looked amused.
Bobby left the table, deciding that Denver must be in the ladies room.
‘Can we go now?’ Lucky asked, turning to Lennie. ‘I think this evening has just about peaked.’
‘You do?’ Lennie said calmly. ‘’Cause I think it’s only just beginning.’
Damn Lennie. He could be the most stubborn man on the planet. And maybe that’s why she loved him so much, because he never jumped at her command.
Well, if he was set on getting into it with Alex, that was his problem.
Lennie could be infuriating, but Lucky knew that she wouldn’t want him any other way.
Chapter Fifty-One
‘Dance,’ Armand commanded, glaring with unfocused eyes at the two naked creatures who stood before him. The images he had of them were not quite clear.
Were these two what he’d ordered? He vaguely remembered requesting big breasts, but this fat sow was not up to the usual standard of girls Yvonne Le Crane sent over, nor was the thin one.
It didn’t matter. Putting Annabelle together with these two would be enough to amuse him – they were only whores after all. And when he had them all exactly where he wanted them, perhaps he’d join the party.
Right now his mind was taking him on a trip. He was imagining ejaculating all over Annabelle’s pert face. He’d pretend she was Lucky Santangelo and defile her in every possible way he could think of. Then he’d make the whores defile her too.
Yes, he’d do all the things to Annabelle that he really wanted to do to Lucky Santangelo, the whore bitch of them all. He’d fuck them over until they begged for mercy.
It was their destiny.
It was his destiny too.
After all, he was Prince Armand Mohamed Jordan, soon to be King of Akramshar. No woman would ever disrespect him again. THEY WOULDN’T DARE!
Armand had his plans and he was sticking with them.
* * *
Luscious did not appreciate the john barking orders at them like they were his slaves. They were performing a paid-for service, so surely he should treat them better? But he was a man, and early on she’d learned that all men were pigs; there were simply different degrees of piggery.
Seducta didn’t give a damn, because by the time Armand summoned them she was so drunk that she couldn’t care less how she was treated as long as she got her money at the end of the gig. Dirty Den had informed them that he would hold onto their money until the job was completed, which was okay with Luscious. That way they wouldn’t have to wrangle it out of the client, and maybe the john would hand over a fat tip when he was finished with them, which she hoped would be soon, because they’d already been there for over an hour and it was almost midnight.
She wondered what Randy was doing. At least he wasn’t getting the opportunity to go chasing after Seducta. A drunken Seducta was safely here with her, and boy, could she put it away. Luscious hadn’t realized what a lush Seducta was. It gave her a stab of satisfaction to know that she was the sober one, she