Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [150]
He could do anything.
Being alive was such a pleasure.
It was heavenly.
He was heavenly.
* * *
‘Do you recognize her?’ Ellie asked, keeping her voice low.
‘Think it might be the one from L.A.,’ Kev said, squinting to get a better view. ‘Max somethin’ or other.’
‘She looks young,’ Ellie observed.
‘She is young.’
‘All the better,’ Ellie said, clicking away with her long lens as Billy and Max continued to hug and kiss.
Kev wondered if, when Ellie had taken enough photos, he was going to get laid.
Laid and paid. It was a no-lose situation.
* * *
‘Seems to me your wife is on the missing list,’ Alex said, making digs at Lennie as he’d been doing all night.
‘My wife is at home in bed waiting for me,’ Lennie responded.
‘You mean she leaves you in a club without so much as a goodbye?’ Alex taunted, swigging more Scotch.
Lennie gave a dry laugh. ‘Just goes to show how well you know Lucky. She does her thing, I do mine. We never feel the need to check in.’
‘A modern marriage, huh?’
‘Modern, not open.’
‘Just asking.’
‘Ask away, Alex.’ A long meaningful beat. ‘But I think I should tell you – Lucky will never be yours. Never. And that’s something you can take to the bank.’ Another long beat. ‘Do we understand each other?’
* * *
‘I’m tellin’ you,’ Luscious whispered in Randy’s ear. ‘We gotta forget about the hit. There’s a shitload of money in a suitcase in the bedroom – could be more than a hundred thou.’
Randy had just taken a solid drag on the crack pipe and he wasn’t concentrating, which infuriated Luscious. So did the fact that Seducta was lolling all over him, and he was not shoving her off. Her tits were in his face and he didn’t seem to mind.
Sometimes Randy didn’t get the bigger picture, but Luscious was sure that Mikey certainly would. She was starting to think that it was time for her to move on.
Mikey was standing by the window smoking a long thin cheroot. He’d already pocketed the twelve thousand five hundred dollar deposit, now he was waiting for the client to tell him who the subject was.
It had already crossed Mikey’s mind that he could take the money he already had, stick it in his safe-deposit box and do nothing. This visiting prick was so out of it he wouldn’t know the difference. And if he did that – there was nothing the john could do. The asshole would be fucked, screwed, caught on a freeway without a ride and no pants.
Mikey gave a grim smile. He didn’t do drugs. He smoked. He drank – never to excess. Mikey was a man intent on staying in control.
As he watched them all getting wasted he felt sorry for them. No willpower. No backbone. Truth was, they were nothing but a bunch of losers.
He observed his wife sucking on the pipe. Dumb as shit. The puzzle was – why had he married her?
Could it be that in a weak moment he’d succumbed to the power of pussy and the lure of big tits? Foolish. Even Luscious – who was no prize herself, was smarter than Seducta.
As if reading his mind, Luscious sidled up to him. ‘We gotta move fast,’ she said in a low voice.
‘Move fast what?’ Mikey said, flicking ash on the rug.
‘There’s a suitcase in the bedroom stuffed fulla money. I saw it.’ She indicated Armand. ‘He’s too fucked up to know anything. What we gotta do is take it an’ get the shit out.’
‘How much money?’ Mikey questioned, his interest piqued.
‘Go look for yourself,’ Luscious insisted. ‘I’m tellin’ you – it’s worth runnin’.’
Mikey didn’t need telling twice. He headed purposefully toward the bedroom.
Chapter Sixty
‘The timer has come,’ Bobby said. ‘For us to move in together.’
‘Don’t you ever sleep?’ Denver groaned, rolling over in bed. ‘What’s the time?’
‘A house, I’m buying us a house,’ he said decisively. ‘Half-yours, half-mine. I’ll decorate my half, you can go for it on yours.’
‘Oh,’ she said, yawning. ‘So now you’re a decorator.’
‘I know what I like. I worked with my design team on Mood.’
‘You’re something else, Bobby Santangelo Stanislopoulos,’ she sighed. ‘A man of many talents.’
‘What’s your favourite?’ he asked, reaching his arms around her.