Page 57 of Wicked Truths


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“It’s more important you get Portia away from here. I’ll get the rest of my stuff together and meet up with you.”

An hour later, Nick and the Serpents moved the party to the couches along with another bottle of Jack and the Serpent’s premium weed. The rest of the Serpents joined them along with some random club girls. The music grew louder while two of the girls did a striptease ending with one of them swinging her overblown tits in Nick’s face.

She leaned into his ear. “I could be all yours for the night.”

Nick reared back in the chair. “Sorry, babe, not interested.”

She cupped her breasts holding them up like an offering. “Are you sure?”

“C’mon, April.” Mamba flanked her, then nudged her away from Nick. “Leave the guy alone. He just wants to chill.”

Nick appreciated Mamba running interference for him. Nothing he hadn’t seen before, but his heart wasn’t in it and neither was his dick. He’d consumed way too much booze, had two hotter than fuck women shaking their ass and tits in his face and yet his dick didn’t react. Not even a little bit. Fuckin’ crazy, but even after all the bullshit all he could think about was Cheryl.

Cheryl zipped up the oversized duffel bag with just enough clothes for her and Portia for a few days, plus one of Portia’s favorite stuffed animals. She hoisted the strap over her shoulder and jogged down the staircase. She just hit the foyer when sheheard the beeping of the front door keypad. She quickly pivoted and headed for the back door.

“Going somewhere?” Johnny’s voice boomed behind her.

Damn. Not quick enough.

Cheryl squeezed her eyes shut for a second then slowly turned back to him determined not to let him intimidate her.

The heels of his leather soled Ferragamos tapped on the marble floor. “Just had an interesting conversation with the guard at the gate.”

She silently stared at him forcing him to continue.

“He couldn’t wait to tell me about the visitor who bribed him earlier. By his description and the make and model of the car I thought it sounded a lot like Nick Santoro.”

She gnawed on the inside of her cheek willing herself to stay silent.

Johnny stopped four feet in front of her. “Would you know anything about that?”

“About him bribing the guard?”

“Next time you see that bastard tell him a hundred bucks doesn’t buy anybody’s silence.” Johnny drew in a measured breath. “But more important what he was doing here in the middle of the day?”

“He’s a client of Selective Services.” True enough even though Nick’s visit had absolutely nothing to do with business.

“You think you’re smarter than me? You think I wouldn’t find out that bastard was in my house? Or that you think you can keep secrets from me.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” Cheryl silently glared at him. “I already told you he’s a client and we were talking business. Since when do you care about my clients?”

“Since he happens to be a punk from the old neighborhood who’s sniffing around my wife.”

“You’ve made it clear what we have is an arrangement of convenience. Nothing more. I believe your exact words were, I can fuck Nick any time I want.”

“I don’t want that bastard in my house.” Johnny’s voice rose, then he cleared his throat. “And if he’s gotta stick his dick in you do it somewhere else.”

“You mean like the discretion you showed screwing that whore in Beverly Hills?” Cheryl cocked her head. “Tell me, have you found someone in Vegas to take her place?”

“Always with the smart fuckin’ mouth.”

“This conversation is useless.” Cheryl edged around him. Ten more steps would take her out the door and to her car parked in the circular driveway. “I already told you I’m filing for divorce.”

“And I told you that’s not gonna happen.” He slammed his fist on the entry foyer table toppling a vase of fresh flowers. Water spilled onto the marble two seconds before the glass smashed to the floor shattering into jagged pieces.

“The days of me acting like a puppet are over.” Seven steps from the door. “We’re over.”

“Ohhh, no, I made a deal with your old man and you were part of it so there is no fuckin’ way you’re walking out. Cause there’s no fuckin’ way I’m giving up all the money he throws my way because I’m with you.”

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