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Lucky grinned. ‘Working girls deserve every red cent they make. Maybe I should consider it my good deed for the day. Whaddya think, Danny?’

‘Oh yes, I think definitely yes!’

* * *

Cruising down the highway with Cookie’s head in his lap, and his cock in her mouth, Frankie couldn’t have felt more on top of the world.

What could be better than this? Cee Lo Green – loud and sexy on the sound system. The hot sun burning down on them. The smooth thrust of his Corvette as the speedometer hit 80. Plus the insane sensation of holding back from what he knew was about to be a mind-shattering orgasm.

Man, Frankie was flying and then some.

Until . . . the goddamn siren. The cop car drawing alongside them. And a red-faced motherfucker of a cop frantically signalling for him to pull over.

He did so, and the cop marched up to his window.

‘Sorry, officer,’ Frankie said, attempting to seem contrite. ‘Music too loud?’

‘Licence and registration,’ Angry Cop said. ‘And get out the car.’ He peered suspiciously over at Cookie. ‘You too.’

Cookie, who was busy applying a fresh layer of sticky lip-gloss, frowned. ‘What’ve I done?’ she asked petulantly.

‘Lewd behaviour in a moving vehicle,’ Angry Cop announced. ‘I’m thinking of booking both of you.’

Frankie tried to remember where he’d stashed the coke and the grass and the pills he’d brought along on the trip – the main reason he hadn’t wanted to fly. Then he remembered that all his drugs were in his overnight bag along with his shaving kit.

Oh shit, this could still be bad.

As Cookie climbed out of the car, Angry Cop gave her a hard piercing look. ‘How old are you?’ he demanded. ‘And have you been drinking?’

* * *

Once they were airborne, Denver decided to make an effort to be nice to Bobby’s truculent little sister. She moved over to sit next to her. ‘Bobby tells me you’re planning on relocating to New York,’ she said. ‘Sounds like an exciting thing to do.’

Max grunted.

‘Any idea what you want to do when you get there?’ Denver asked, persevering.

Another grunt.

‘Well, anyway,’ she continued, ‘I bet your mom’ll miss you. I know my mom was very upset when I moved out, and we were living in the same city, so you can imagine.’

No reaction at all.

Denver gave up. Screw it. What did she care if Bobby’s sister approved of her or not. It was quite obvious that Max felt she had dibs on her brother, and woe betide any girl who came too close.

Bobby was sitting up front talking music with Paco, while Harry sat listening to them, his pale face full of rapt attention.

‘If you want, while we’re in Vegas, you can spin at my club for a couple of hours,’ Bobby offered. ‘Always searching out new talent, and a happening deejay makes all the difference.’

Harry nodded enthusiastically. ‘Paco’s the best,’ he announced proudly. ‘You’ll definitely want to hear what he can do.’

‘I already got a gig in Vegas,’ Paco said, polite and nervous at the same time. ‘But spinnin’ at your club would be an honour.’

‘We’ll figure something out,’ Bobby said, grabbing Denver’s arm as she came over and settled into the seat next to him. ‘This girl’s into Adele, Winehouse, Mayer. Not me – I’m into everything,’ he added, squeezing her hand.

‘Ah yes, that’s me,’ Denver said wryly. ‘The girl who’s into mellow.’

‘Nothing wrong with that,’ Paco said earnestly, trying to hide his excitement at actually sitting with these people on a private plane. His family, who all resided in the Bronx, would never believe him. ‘The mix is what matters. Rap, Cuban, rock, mellow – it all works together. That’s the way you get people on the floor.’

‘You see?’ Denver said, shooting Bobby a look. ‘This guy knows what he’s talking about.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I see,’ Bobby said, still grinning.

Hani came by carrying Mimosas in tall glasses. Bobby handed one to Denver, then took one for himself.

‘Here’s to the weekend, babe,’ he said, clinking glasses. ‘We’re gonna have a great time.’

Denver smiled and realized that she was hopelessly,