Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [145]
‘No party,’ Mike growled, narrow eyes behind dark shades checking out his surroundings. ‘We’re here for business. Got it?’
‘I got it,’ Randy said. It was never a wise idea to argue with Mikey. The last time he and Mikey had gotten into a physical altercation, he’d ended up losing two teeth – a painful memory.
Even though Randy was younger, bigger and stronger, Mikey had moves that came out of nowhere, moves that could flatten a man in less than five seconds, which was why Randy refused to fuck with him. Mikey was The Man.
Randy hammered on the door and it fell open.
Automatically Mikey reached for his piece. One thing about Mikey, he was always cautious, always alert.
Gingerly Randy stepped inside the room, Mikey right behind him.
The scene that greeted them was quite something. Seducta was sprawled naked and out for the count on the couch. Armand sat next to her in a shirt and tie, no pants, his legs akimbo. Luscious was positioned on her knees in front of him, her mouth and slightly buck teeth enveloping his engorged manhood, her head bobbing up and down.
Loud rap blared on the sound system. Mounds of coke were piled on the coffee table, while empty bottles of champagne, along with miniatures of Scotch and vodka, littered the floor.
‘This is some shit-hole,’ Mikey stated grimly, still fingering his piece. ‘Someone turn the fuckin’ noise off.’
Luscious stopped what she was doing, turned off the music and jumped to her feet. She hadn’t expected Randy to bring Mikey; with Mikey involved it meant less money for them. She was pissed. Why share when they didn’t have to?
Blurry-eyed, Armand took in the new arrivals. Had he invited them? Who were they?
He shook his head, tried to think straight and stood up.
‘For crissake, put your junk away,’ Mikey snarled.
Randy was glad Mikey had said it; he was embarrassed by the sight of another man’s equipment. Jeez! Some people had no sense of modesty. This wasn’t a porno shoot, this was real life.
Luscious wiped her hand across her mouth and snatched up Armand’s pants which she then handed to him.
He put them on and regarded his visitors. ‘Who are these people?’ he demanded of Luscious. ‘Why are they here?’
‘It’s only my boyfriend, Randy, an’ his brother, Mikey,’ she said, retrieving her skimpy tank top and short skirt from the corner and slipping them on. ‘They’re gonna take care of that stuff you wanted done. Remember?’
‘What stuff?’ Armand asked, realizing that if the room didn’t stop spinning he was likely to lose his balance.
‘You know,’ Luscious said, nudging him. ‘Money no object stuff.’
‘Ah . . .’ Armand said, stumbling slightly.
Then it occurred to him that he’d actually done it, he’d hired himself a hit man. Or two.
While they were talking, Randy edged closer to Luscious. ‘Ya never told me you sucked ’em off,’ he said, managing a hurt expression. ‘What’s up with that?’
‘Gets me more big bucks for you to spend,’ she responded tartly. ‘An’ why you gotta bring Mikey with you?’
‘’Cause Mikey knows what he’s doin’.’
‘An’ you don’t?’
‘Who’d you need takin’ care of?’ Mikey said, stepping toward Armand. ‘An’ be aware, it’s gonna cost you, friend. Plenty. I don’t work cheap.’
Once again Armand attempted to gather his thoughts. This was not the usual way he conducted business. And this was business, urgent business.
Where was Fouad when he needed him? Fouad always took care of the details.
‘I have the money,’ he said. ‘Whatever the price for your services. But before you get anything, you will have to sign a non-disclosure agreement.’
‘Are you shittin’ me?’ Mikey responded, shaking his head in disgust. ‘Listen to this guy,’ he added to no one in particular.
‘If you don’t sign,’ Armand said grandly, ‘how do I know this matter will stay between us?’
Mikey gave a hollow laugh. ‘Twenty-five grand for the job. Cash. You got that kinda moola sittin’ around?’
‘Of course,’ Armand said with a lofty nod.
‘Half up front. The rest when it’s done,’ Mikey said.