Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [40]
‘Time goes quickly, kiddo, you’d be surprised.’
‘Not for you it doesn’t.’
‘Y’know,’ he said, lowering his gruff voice, ‘if ya wanna know what goes on in my head, I’m gonna tell ya – I got this thought goin’ on that I’m only thirty.’ A big grin spread across his face. ‘How’s about that?’
‘Right,’ Lucky retorted. ‘And I’m sixteen, getting my ass married off to some dumb Senator’s son ’cause my daddy thought it would control me. Lotsa luck with that.’
‘Here she goes,’ Gino groaned. ‘Always dredgin’ up the past.’
‘Just f-ing with you, Gino,’ she said lightly. ‘Nothing I like better than watching you squirm.’
And once again she smiled, realizing there was nothing more satisfying than spending time with her father, for who knew how long he’d be around.
* * *
Willow Price and her posse of nubile young women – all various shades of blonde and bubbly – decided they would like to go clubbing. And since Billy had nothing better to do after buying them all dinner at an expensive restaurant, he thought he might as well tag along. After all, his image was out of control and he kind of liked it. Leaving the restaurant with the darling of the tabs, Willow Price, and her blonde entourage, guaranteed a major media blitz, and since Venus had been seen out and about with her young co-star and the grizzled old director of her current movie, it was only fitting that he do the same.
Also, Venus’s lawyer had informed his lawyer that she intended to keep their Vegas apartment in The Keys, and since he’d paid for half, that had really pissed him off. He’d told his lawyer to fight her on that one. Screw Venus. Screw the big superstar who thought she could get anything she wanted.
Think again, sweetheart. He might be thirteen years younger than his soon-to-be ex, but he was no pushover.
Willow clung onto his arm for the sake of the paparazzi. The photographers descended like a pack of rabid dogs, screaming both their names, while the other unknown blondes hovered and giggled, and flashed their tits and long legs emerging from tight micro skirts, thrilled to be a part of such mayhem.
‘If you’re a very, very well-behaved boy,’ Willow whispered in his ear, pouting innocently for the cameras, ‘I’ll let you watch me lick pussy later.’
He contemplated the future scenario she had in mind. Watching was not his thing. If he wasn’t a participant, he wasn’t interested.
‘That’s all right,’ he mumbled. ‘Whyn’t we get in the car an’ stop by River?’
‘Oh yes,’ Willow purred. ‘I’d like that.’
One last pose for the cameras, and they were on their way.
Chapter Fifteen
Three hours into what seemed like an under the radar mellow party, chaos reigned. Max couldn’t figure out how it had happened. From the maybe seventy or eighty people they’d expected, others were pouring in at an alarming rate. Carloads of teenagers she didn’t know, didn’t want to know, and could do nothing about. And not only teenagers, but a bunch of dirty old men – probably agents or producers – in their flashy Porsches and Bentleys, not to mention flocks of random girls in backless, almost frontless, tiny outfits.
Several people brought booze with them. A boy in a Batman outfit dragged in a keg. Two girls came armed with a Margarita machine. Some people were smoking weed, others snorting cocaine. A whole bunch of naked men and women were frolicking in the pool, while others were making out on the patio. It was insanity. And neither Cookie nor Harry were any help. Harry had affixed himself to Paco, the deejay, and refused to move, while Cookie was snorting and drinking and having herself a fine old time. They were both stoned. Both feeling no pain.
Max rarely drank, and she didn’t do drugs. Apparently she was the only one.
People were finding their way into the house. They’d already taken over the living room, and a drunken group of girls were attempting to break the lock on Lucky and Lennie’s bedroom door.
Panicked, Max thought about anonymously calling the cops and complaining about the noise, but that wouldn’t help considering