Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [138]
His girlfriend of almost a year was a piece of work. She catered to him like no other woman ever had before, and that was saying something, because there had been a lot of women. Oh yeah, too many to remember, especially when he’d been into making porn flicks, and there’d been an assembly line of fresh gash every week – each girl desperate to make it as the next Jenna Jameson.
Yeah, Luscious was different, and if it wasn’t for her crazy jealous streak he might have even considered making it legal between them. But the jealous thing turned him off. He couldn’t help that he’d been endowed with a huge piece of meat. It wasn’t his fault that plenty of women wanted to give it a good old chewing.
For instance, Seducta was always coming on to him, rubbing her big tits up against him, whispering dirty messages in his ear, trying to grab a quick feel, suggesting that they’d make a fine team.
No way. She was married to his older brother, and Mikey – like Luscious – was jealous as shit. So Randy attempted to steer clear, but Seducta was relentless, she kept pushing, and lately Luscious seemed to think that it was him coming onto Seducta.
It was a fucked-up situation, and if Mikey got wind of it he’d beat the crap out of him. Which would be a shame, because over the past couple of months he and Mikey had patched up their differences and were getting along fine, which hadn’t always been the case. Right now they had a lucrative drug business going, which suited both of them. Steady money, it made a pleasant change.
Randy was considering whether to whack off or not, when his cell phone buzzed.
It was Luscious.
‘What?’ he said impatiently.
‘Get your ass over here,’ she said in a hoarse whisper, her voice rising with excitement. ‘We got ourselves a live one. An’ bring the crack pipe, your piece, an’ your big old self. We’re about to make us some real money.’
Chapter Fifty-Four
Sonofabitch! Lucky thought. Sonofamotherfuckingbitch! What kind of balls did Armand Jordan possess, going around telling people that he was buying The Keys. No fucking way was she letting the asshole get away with it. He was dealing with the wrong woman.
She’d known he was trouble the moment he’d set foot in her office with his women are inferior attitude and smug expression. What a dumb prick! And in Lucky’s world if a prick had the temerity to challenge her, she was up for it. Oh yes, nobody got away with this kind of shit. To think that he had the nerve to go around saying that tomorrow The Keys would be his. This was something she had to put a stop to immediately. She didn’t care that it was way past midnight. This was too infuriating to wait: it had to be dealt with now.
She didn’t tell Lennie where she was going, because Lennie – always the voice of reason – would’ve tried to stop her. And right now she was in unstoppable mode.
Instead she tried calling Danny, but Danny wasn’t home. Danny was at a gay club with Buff, dancing the night away. She sent a text message to his cell.
Next she called Jeffrey Lonsdale, who also failed to answer. Jeffrey was in bed with an attractive divorcée he’d met at the Blackjack table, and he’d put his phone on vibrate only. She didn’t bother leaving him a message.
Finally she called Fouad Khan, whom she presumed was at The Cavendish also.
The phone rang in his room and no one picked up. Fouad was standing outside on his terrace smoking a cigarette – a habit he did not often indulge in, but he was hoping it might help him get to sleep. He did not hear the phone because he had the glass door shut lest the smoke make its way into his room and bother him.
Frustrated, Lucky made an on-the-spot decision. She would deal with it by herself.
M.J. was waiting outside the office for her to emerge. ‘Tell Lennie I had to go take care of an urgent problem,’ she said briskly. ‘Okay?’
‘Is it anything I can help out with?’ M.J. asked.
She shook her head. ‘Nope. It’s something I have to do personally. And since I don’t want Lennie coming with