I’m so excited! Oh my God, it’s really him! I love his books, love, love, love them! I can’t believe he’s really here!
Idiots. Gullible, naïve, horny fucking idiots.
It gave me chance to scope out the sack of shit. He was much bigger than I’d anticipated, and older. Much older. The cunt had to be pushing fifty, and his slicked-back hair was peppered with grey. He had a ridiculous little beard, supposedly to look artistic, and his eyes were hungry for tight little pussy. He held onto adoring hands for far too long, practically slavering as his groupies gushed about his trashy fucking novels.
I could hardly bear to watch, but the alternative was worse, huge glossy pictures of that fucking cover, of Faye’s tear-streaked face staring out at me. It fuelled the flames, alright.
Vincent showed me little interest since I was male. He flipped open a paperback and grunted a poor excuse of a welcome.
“Who is this for?” he said, and his accent was thick and overdone and I could have choked the slimy twat right then.
“Make it out to Faye,” I snarled. “You can make it a goodbye note considering you’ll never see her again, you seedy fucking cunt.”
His eyes glinted as he stared up at me and realisation kicked in. “Andy Morgan, club owner extraordinaire. The man who should’ve meant something.” He laughed like a twat. “I’ve been wondering when we should meet.” He put down his pen and crossed his arms. “There will be no goodbye note. My magpie belongs with me, there are no goodbyes for a love like ours.”
I shrugged my shoulders, scouting a look over my shoulder for signs of security. “I’m glad you don’t want to do this the easy way,” I said, then landed a fist straight to the cunt’s jaw. It made one hell of a crack and he went flying, toppling from his little plastic chair and sprawling straight amongst his nasty fucking paperbacks. The queue jumped into life, springing back from the fracas with shrill little squeals, and people were screaming for staff, for security, for the fucking police. My seconds were numbered, but I didn’t give a fuck. I jabbed a finger across the table as he stumbled around on all fours, giving him everything I had to fucking give him.
“This is your final warning, you perverted cunt. You ever come near Faye again and I swear to fucking God you’ll regret the day you ever fucking met her.”
“I will never regret meeting her,” he grunted. “And I know that she’ll regret meeting me even less.”
“Fuck off,” I spat. “I think you’ll find Faye’s no longer the doting little slave girl you moulded her into.”
“I didn’t mould her.” He grinned and I hated him even fucking more, if that was humanly fucking possible. “Shewantedit. Shelikesit. She fuckinglovesit.” He pressed his fingers to his jaw. “She fucking lovesme.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, old man. She left you, remember? She walked away from your seedy little games and your seedy little life.Ciao, tosser.”
“A misunderstanding,” he scoffed. “She’ll understand, once we have a moment toconnect.”
“There’ll be no fucking moment. Trust me,Vince, you want to be getting back on that fucking plane before I have reason to seek out your seedy cunting face again. Next time I’ll make sure there are no fucking witnesses.”
“You do not understand a love like ours,” he smirked, and I was sick of hearing it, so fucking sick to death of it.
“I understand just fucking fine.You’rea cunt.She’sover it. Fly home, forget about her. Find some other trusting cunt to stick needles into.”
I could see movement from the corner of my eye, staff were gathering, waiting for backup. I should be getting out of there. I needed to get the hell out of there.
“I will never forget about her,” he snarled, and his eyes were vicious, like a rabid fucking dog’s. “I know all about you,Andrew Morgan. I know all about your little business dealings, and I know all about Club Explicit. And my pretty bird will know it, too, believe me. She’ll be back into my arms before you know it, you cannot stop destiny and you cannot stop true love.”
His words fucking chilled me, prickled the back of my neck with a dread I’d been trying to ignore.
“Shut your stupid cunting mouth,” I snapped. “You know nothing about me.”
“Oh, but I do,” he laughed. “I know so much.”
Two men came down the stairs and my time was definitely up. “Go back to Italy,” I snarled. “I fucking mean it.”
I was out of there and on the fucking tube before they could stop me, and it was only then that I realised how hard I’d fucking hit the asshole. My knuckles were fucking killing me.
***
Faye followed me through to the office with angry steps. She slammed the door behind us and faced me off.
“Where did you go?” she snapped. “Topaz says the reps come to us, always, she says they aren’t due for another month.”
“Topaz can watch her loose fucking mouth,” I hissed. “And you can stop digging around my business. I went where I went, end fucking of.”
She closed the distance, and I winced as she yanked my bruised hand into view. Her colour drained, eyes wide.