Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [161]
‘Yeah,’ Luscious said, joining in, her tinny little voice getting on his nerves. ‘Back the fuck off.’
Mikey shot her a scathing glare. What were they – a comedy duo?
‘I’m afraid I shall have to confirm that with the Prince,’ Fouad said, asserting his authority, although his hands were trembling and he wasn’t sure if he could handle this.
‘Prince?’ Luscious squeaked.
‘This is a gamblin’ town,’ Mikey said flatly. ‘I won this fair an’ square, you don’t havta check with no one.’
‘I’m afraid I do,’ Fouad said, standing his ground.
A long moment of silence, then in a sudden fit of temper, Mikey reached down into his boot and slid out the six-inch hunting knife. He’d had enough jacking around, it was time to go. ‘Is this what you’re lookin’ for?’ he yelled at Fouad. ‘You wanna get yourself cut, mothafucker? Is that what ya want?’
‘The suitcase does not belong to you,’ Fouad said, his throat so dry that he could barely speak. ‘Kindly leave it and get away from here.’
‘You dumb fuck,’ Mikey snarled, plunging the knife into Fouad’s chest. ‘You dumb cocksuckin’ fuck!’
Fouad staggered slightly, thought about his wife and children for a brief second, then fell to the ground.
* * *
Standing at the window, Max and Billy watched in horror as the man with the suitcase produced a knife and began stabbing the other man.
‘Oh my God!’ Max yelled, panicking. ‘We’ve got to do something.’
‘I’ll call security,’ Billy said quickly.
‘No, no – it’ll be too late,’ Max urged. ‘We must help now.’
* * *
Lucky decided there was nothing she could do for Armand except wait for the paramedics. Then she heard yelling, so she ran outside in time to observe Mikey, in a frenzy, stabbing Fouad – who was now on the ground.
She didn’t hesitate. Grabbing Mikey’s right arm, she twisted it back until she forced him to drop the knife.
Mikey turned on her in a deadly fury. ‘You fuckin’ bitch,’ he screamed, kicking and punching her. ‘I’ll fuckin’ kill you.’
‘Oh my God!’ Max cried out, still by the window. ‘It’s my mom. We’ve got to help her!’ She ran outside and without thinking, she pounced on Mikey’s back, clinging tightly around his neck, and scratching his face, while Lucky attempted to pick herself up and reach the knife.
With a roar of anger, Mikey sent Max flying, swooped down and grabbed the knife before Lucky could get to it. At which point Billy joined the fray, springing into action-hero mode, a role he’d played many times on the big screen. He’d had a few fights in his time, and knew that the best line of defence was attack, so he directed a vicious kick at Mikey’s balls.
Mikey doubled over for seconds, before letting out another powerful yell, and striking out with the knife, catching Billy down the side of his cheek.
Blood flowed.
By this time, Lucky was up, and only thinking of protecting her daughter. She had no idea where Max had come from or what she was doing here – it didn’t matter. All Lucky wanted was to get Max away from the violence, somewhere safe.
‘Get out of here,’ she yelled at Max. ‘Run! Go get help!’
‘I can’t leave Billy,’ Max cried, sinking to the ground and cradling Billy’s head in her lap, attempting to staunch the flow of blood. ‘He’s hurt. Oh my God! He’s bleeding.’
Fouad was also on the ground, moaning, while Luscious stood to one side – transfixed. Was it? Could it be? Was she looking at Billy Melina, the famous movie star?
Mikey possessed the strength of a bull. His adrenalin was running strong. Three down. All that was left was the woman, and she wasn’t backing away. Oh no. She was staring at him like a Black Widow spider waiting to pounce.
He had a strong urge to cut the bitch, cut her good. But even more important was taking off with the suitcase.
Where the fuck was Randy?
‘Randy!’ He roared his brother’s name, and the big oaf came lumbering out of the villa, buttoning up his pants.
‘What the fuck—’ Randy mumbled, taking in the chaos.
‘We’re gettin’ outta here,’ Mikey commanded. ‘Pick up the fuckin’ suitcase, an’ let’s go.’
Lucky