Apparently I didn't speak loudly.
"I said to fuck off," I say, looking at her. "And then I called you a bitch."
Lorna looks at me for a moment.
I don't know where that hand of hers comes from but it's at an awkward angle and trying to slap me.
I grab it by the wrist and hold it up. She yelps as I lift my body up.
Lorna tries to latch on, but I throw her.
Not hard, mind you, Gorgeous.
I'm a hard fucking man and I've left my enemies in the dust, but I would never touch a fucking woman.
No, I throw her against the sofa where she crouches as she looks at me.
I take one last look at her.
"I think our deal is fucking off," I tell her simply.
I'm not mad.
I'm just removing her from my goddamn life.
"If our deal is off, then your company is mine," Lorna shrieks. I pause and turn to look at her. She has no fucking clue. "I won't stop until Becca ends up just like her father!"
Becca told me all about her Dad and Lorna.
You know how I told you I never hit women?
Well, Gorgeous...just this once I am so fucking tempted.
But it won't do anything.
I'm strong enough to leave.
My mind is a jumble as I hail a cab that takes me downtown.
“Where do you want me to take you exactly, man?” the cabbie asks me and I jump.
I’d been in my own little world. Not even realizing that we’re already in Midtown.
Fuck, I need to get my mind off of this shit.
“Just drop me near 6th Avenue far corner,” I tell the cabbie and he pulls up to the curb. I swipe and get out.
I need to get my mind off of Lorna.
I also need to get it off of Becca. I mean, my brain needs a complete reboot.
So what do I do?
I head into Lace.
It’s a strip club off 35th street, in the shadow of the Empire State Building.
Don’t shake your head, Gorgeous. New York City is filled with strip clubs, massage parlors, peep shows, and brothels.