Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [140]
Now she realized what Cookie meant when she’d always carried on about how great it was doing the deed instead of holding back the main event.
Once again she realized she was glad she’d waited. Billy Melina was perfect, the birthday present of her dreams.
* * *
‘Where’s my little girl?’ Gerald M. suddenly demanded, glancing around the crowded table at Mood. He was drinking Jack Daniel’s and feeling no pain.
Frankie, who’d managed to insert himself between two buxom blondes, gave a casual shrug. ‘Dancin’ her ass off,’ he replied, although he had no idea where Cookie had vanished to, and he didn’t much care. The blondes had already invited him to their suite, and he had plans to go, maybe take along Gerald M. if he was so inclined.
‘Aren’t you supposed to be with my little girl?’ Gerald M. inquired, a belligerent look in his eyes. ‘She told me you drove here together.’
Cancel the blondes, Frankie thought. The dude’s just remembered he has a daughter.
‘That’s right,’ Frankie said, keeping it casual. ‘Only you know Cookie, she’s a girl who likes t’do her own thing. I wouldn’t want to hold her back.’
‘Go find her,’ Gerald M. said, scowling. ‘It’s late. I don’t like the idea of her wandering around on her own.’
‘I’m sure she’s fine,’ Frankie said, left eye twitching.
Gerald M. gave him the Big Star look – a look that said, When I want something done – do it.
‘Yeah,’ Frankie said, reluctantly getting up. ‘Think I’ll go find her now.’
* * *
When Lucky was intent on doing something, there was nothing and no one capable of stopping her. She lived by her own rules, and her rules were stringent. Never fuck with a Santangelo said it all.
Armand Jordan was fucking with her, and she would not have it. Oh no, shooting his mouth off that he was buying The Keys might be a minor infraction to some people, but to Lucky it was out-and-out war. She would not allow the fool to go around saying such things. She would put a stop to it instantly.
She made her way down to the private Santangelo parking basement where she discovered the attendant was asleep on the job. Instead of waking him, she reached her arm inside his cubicle to the board of keys, and collected the ignition key for her Vegas car, a silver-blue Aston Martin, making a mental note to have the attendant fired the next morning, unless of course he had a wife and family – in which case she might reconsider.
It felt invigorating to be doing something about Armand Jordan. She hadn’t liked the man the moment he’d set foot in her office that morning. Bad vibes. Very bad vibes.
Damn Jeffrey, he should’ve known better than to put her in the same room with him. But Jeffrey was going through a divorce, he probably wasn’t thinking straight; divorces seemed to do that to people, even lawyers.
She drove her car up from the underground garage, adrenalin surging.
It didn’t matter that it was almost one in the morning. In fact, it added to the drama.
Armand Jordan was about to find out that nobody fucked with a Santangelo. Nobody.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Randy Sorrentino clumsily hauled his big muscled body off the lounger and tried to get his brain around what he should wear. His drug delivery uniform – a light sports jacket over a maroon shirt and pants? Or should he go for more casual wear – such as his prized Guns N’ Roses sweatshirt from way back, and torn jeans?
Randy Sorrentino did not believe in rushing, he believed in taking his time. His mind worked slowly, so rushing didn’t do it for him. He liked to think things through before he left the safety of his apartment.
Earlier in the evening Luscious had informed him that she wouldn’t be dancing at Dirty Den’s tonight, instead she had a high-paying gig at The Cavendish Hotel, and she was taking along Seducta. Randy wasn’t sure whether the high-paying gig was for stripping or hooking. He hadn’t asked, he didn’t need the details. If his girlfriend wanted to open her legs and invite strangers in for money, it was all right with him. As long as she didn’t come trotting home with some other dude’s stink on her. In the porn