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“You want him?” he snarled. “You’re still hot for his fucking cock, aren’t you? Dirty little whore, Magpie, you always were so fucking dirty.”
I felt his cock between my legs, he rubbed the head against my clit. “Now,” he said. “I want him to find me loving you.”
I shook my head and he freed my mouth. “You haven’t finished,” I said. “You haven’t finished hurting me. Don’t be a pussy, Master, how can I respect a lousy fucking pussy?”
Oh how his eyes turned dark.
“We’ll see who’s a fucking pussy, pretty bird.” He clenched his fist, raised it high above my tits, and I held my breath, waited for it.
But it didn’t come.
A massive crash and the door was down, splintered clean through.
Andy picked himself up in a heartbeat, and Masque wasn’t far behind him. Finally, I saw the face behind the mask, and even in my crazy, shaking, horrible situation it made me smile.
Vincent was off me before I even realised, on the floor with a crazy man punching the shit out of his face. Size can’t beat rage, that was clear enough, Vincent couldn’t get out from under him, couldn’t even land one back. I pulled my corset up and Masque was at my side,
“Are you ok?” he said, his hand on my arm, so familiar.
I shrugged. “I’ll live, but he might not.” I tipped my head towards Vincent. “Please don’t let Andy kill him, I don’t want him in prison.”
Masque let Andy get another couple in before he dragged him up, and Vincent’s face was a bloodied mess. And I was glad. I had nothing left for him. Nothing at all.
When the red mist vaporised, Masque let Andy go, and he was at me, his hands all over me, checking me. “I’m ok,” I said. “It was nothing, just a couple of bruises.”
“Did he hurt you, Faye?” His eyes were so fucking scared.
I shook my head. “Not nearly so much as usual. I’m fine.”
The door staff turned up just in time to take Vincent from Masque. Vincent was raging, but it was all talk, promising lawyers and all the rest of it. It nearly set Andy off again, but I pulled him back.
“He won’t,” I said. “He’s not that fucking stupid, unfortunately.”
“I’m not scared of lawyers, Faye, I just want to hit the cunt again.” He looked at his bloodied knuckles, then looked at me, really looked at me. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“I’m fine.” But I wasn’t fine. It was only just the beginning. My eyes went to the crumpled paper at my feet, and he followed them there.
“What is it? What happened in here?”
Masque was still hovering, Topaz, too, but the atmosphere was shifting. I pushed Andy away and they took their cue.
“I’ll, um.. shut this…” Masque said, grabbing the pathetic remnants of a door on his way out. It was a nice gesture.
“What is it?” Andy’s eyes were pools of rage and fear and suspicion. He picked up the piece of paper, and his colour drained.
“How about it,partner?” I said. “Only, we’re not partners are we? We haven’t been partners for years.”
“This isn’t as bad as it looks,” he said. “It’s just paper, Faye. It’s just a stupid form.”
“Oh yeah?” I hissed. “Didn’t think it worth mentioning? Was it funny? Watching me run around trying to win back my place in this club, knowing full well you’d already fucking taken it from me?!”
“It wasn’t like that!” he snapped. “It’s just a fucking title, Faye, it doesn’t mean shit. Don’t go off on some crazy fucking drama fit over this. You nearly got fucking raped by that cunt out there, this bloody piece of paper means fuck all. The title means fuck all.”
“It meant enough for you to fucking steal it from me!” My eyes were welling, and my breath was shallow, the shakes coming in hard after Vincent’s assault, but I couldn’t leave it.
“I didn’t steal it. I amended the listings, you’re still a fucking shareholder, Faye, you still own fifty fucking percent of a club you didn’t do shit for.”
“You lied,” I cried. “Partners, you said,realpartners!”
