Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [162]
‘S’long, bitch,’ Mikey said, throwing her a triumphant look. ‘Whoever the fuck you are.’
The fight was over. The Sorrentino brothers were on their way, Luscious trailing behind them, Seducta left snoring on the couch inside the villa.
As soon as they were gone, Lucky took stock of the situation. The sudden violence was over. In spite of everything Max seemed to be okay, Fouad not so good, and Billy was still bleeding.
‘The paramedics will be here any minute,’ she said, gazing intently at her daughter. ‘Are you okay?’
Max nodded, a lone tear trickling down her cheek. ‘I was so scared for you, Mom. I tried to help. We tried to help.’
‘Yes,’ Lucky said gravely. ‘I know you did.’ Then she added with the hint of a smile, ‘We make quite a team. Where did you learn to kick ass?’
Max gave a wan smile. ‘From my amazing mom, where else?’
And they exchanged a warm look.
Minutes later Lennie and Danny arrived, followed by the paramedics.
Lucky knew that this was not the right time to ask Max what was going on. There was always another day. And eventually she would find out everything.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Mysteries take place, and sometimes they are never solved. Take the case of Armand Jordan. The man lost consciousness due to an over-indulgence of liquor, heroin and cocaine. The paramedics arrived in time to save him, but it was not to be, because no one was able to save him from the precise bullet-hole right between his eyes.
Prince Armand Mohamed Jordan had been shot execution-style, and only two men knew why.
To everyone else it was a mystery that would never be solved.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Everyone was questioned about Armand Jordan’s murder, even Lucky. It became quite clear to the investigating detectives that, while the melee was taking place in front of the villa, a lone assassin had managed to somehow slip inside the villa and finish Armand off.
It was a professional hit, no doubt about it. The only witness was an exotic dancer, commonly known as Seducta Sinn. But Seducta claimed to have been asleep (passed out) at the time, and saw and heard nothing.
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Within days Mikey and Randy Sorrentino were arrested outside Nashville and charged with grand theft and grievous bodily harm.
They both lawyered up and instantly turned against each other.
Mikey ended up back in jail, while Randy found himself facing ten months’ probation.
The money suitcase was eventually returned to Fouad, minus fifteen thousand dollars.
* * *
Seducta Sinn revelled in a few weeks of minor celebrity. She was the woman in the same hotel room as a murder victim – a well-known New York businessman. She was an exotic dancer, and all the TV shows clamoured for an interview.
Her newfound fame did not last long, and eventually she resumed her job at Dirty Den’s. A few weeks later she filed for divorce from Mikey, and shortly after that she moved in with Randy.
The two of them decided they’d found true happiness at last, even though Randy didn’t have a job, and some nights Seducta was too drunk to make it to Dirty Den’s.
But true happiness comes in all different forms, and they were content.
* * *
Luscious vanished with the ten thousand dollars she’d persuaded Mikey to give her from the infamous suitcase. The moment they’d left Vegas she’d decided she wanted out. Mikey scared her, and she’d finally decided that Randy was an idiot.
She’d worked on Mikey until he’d agreed to give her some money, then she’d taken it and fled. She hadn’t wanted any involvement in what she thought of as The Cavendish Hotel incident. She’d changed her name and taken a bus across country to Chicago, where she got a job as a waitress, and faded into the background of a mundane life. For the time being, living a mundane life suited her just fine.
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