The Story Of Us - Jones Lesley - Страница 67

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‘Shit G, Mr TDH is at the bar,” Jimmie squeezes my hand as she speaks.

“Fuck,” Ash adds. “He’s still Mr TDH too; just look at him George, that man is sex on legs.”

“Yeah, he spoke to me at the bar earlier, we got papped together, that’ll be interesting tomorrow when I try and explain to Sean why I’m all over the Sunday papers with my ex.”

We are offered more champagne by a topless male waiter and each take one, we find a tall round table and put our drinks down on it and stand and chat. I ask about my nieces and nephews, who I can’t wait to squish and confess to the girls that I’m off the pill and that we are actively trying for a baby, they both shriek in excitement.

“Well it’s about time,” Jimmie says. “I thought perhaps there was something wrong and you just weren’t telling us, I was going to offer you my eggs, my womb even if you needed it.”

I’m stunned into silence; my eyes instantly fill with tears. “You’d do that for me?” I ask her.

“Of course I would, why have you left it so long?”

“You can have my eggs,” Ashley adds. “But fuck being pregnant again; I wouldn’t do it for myself, let alone any other fucker.”

I laugh at Ashley’s bluntness; along with me, she’s rubbed shoulders with the worlds beautiful people, but she hadn’t changed a bit from the wild child I’d met at school fifteen years ago, even motherhood hadn’t tamed her.

“We waited because we love our lifestyle, no disrespect to you two, but I’ve seen how hard it can be when the boys are on tour and you have to either bring the kids or arrange babysitters. Now that things aren’t so manic with the boys, I’m ready… we’re ready. We’ve got that last bit of travel bug out of our system by taking this last year off and now we’re ready to be grownups,” I smile as I speak, unable to hide my excitement at the thought of becoming a parent, at the thought of Sean holding a baby in his arms, of a brown eyed baby boy with a mop of curls, just like his Dad’s used to be. I can’t wait.

“Well I’m really pleased for you both; you’ll both be amazing parents.” Jimmie gives me a cuddle.

“Fuck, a little MacBaby running around the place, that’ll be one good looking kid G. I mean Maca’s smoking hot and if I didn’t like cock so much, I wouldn’t kick you out of bed either babe.”

“Thanks Ash, I think.”

“What the fucks a MacBaby?” Jimmie asks.

“It’s what you get after you have unprotected sex with McCarthy.” Ashley winks.

“And if you’re really lucky, you’ll even get a MacGasm,” She laughs as she speaks.

“Oh I’m more than lucky girls; I’ve been having multiple MacGasms since I was fourteen. I was an underage slut.”

“MacSlut,” Ash and Jimmie say together and we all burst into laughter.

God, this feels so good, a girls night with my sister in laws, who also happen to be my best friends, life doesn’t get much better.

We all clink glasses and talk about this and that for a bit longer before hitting the small dance floor as tune after tune of eighties and nineties club classics are pumped through the sound system.

“I need to wee,” Jimmie says.

“I’ll come too,” I add, obviously being girls, one in, all in but as we approach the ladies room in the VIP bar, we see that there’s a queue, I go back to the bar and ask the bar man if there’s a toilet nearby.

“Here, go out of here and turn left, use the toilet in my office.” Cam holds a bunch of keys in front of my face; I turn and look at him.

“You own this place?”

“I do.” I simply nod, take the keys from him and call to Ash and Jimmie to follow me.

Cam’s office, is very similar to that at the wine bar, very old fashioned, gentleman’s club looking and it smells so much like Cam; we all take turns using the bathroom and I can’t resist spraying a squirt of Cam’s aftershave onto the inside of my wrist after I find it sitting on the edge of the sink. We lock up behind us and start to head back toward the bar and that’s when I see her.

I feel faint at first, light headed, it rolls from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, it stops me dead in my tracks I watch her as she pleads with security to let her into the VIP bar and then the light headedness is gone and I can see very clearly and think and feel even clearer, my rage doesn’t even start at red, it’s way beyond red, it’s white hot and searing and I have to get to her. I drop the keys and my bag and I think that for a few seconds, I might actually fly, I move so fast. I think that my feet actually leave the ground, and I’m on her in what seems like a second. I vaguely here Jimmie calling my name, then just a rush of air and my own heart beat in my ears. I grab her hair with my left hand and punch her with my right, she goes down onto the floor and I throw myself down on top of her, straddling her chest, I punch again and again. Then I lift her head by her hair and bang it into the ground. I don’t see her face, I don’t see anything, I don’t feel anything, but I keep punching, clawing, pulling at skin and hair continuously, until I’m pulled backward, through the air. My vision comes back first, there are club security leaning over an unconscious woman. Dave has my arm on one side, Cam on the other; Jimmie is in my face telling me to calm down. Ash is just glaring at the woman on the floor, who is now moving, she starts to try and stand and I catch sight of her face and rush toward her again. I’m screaming something, but I’ve no idea what, I land a great right hook on her jaw and she flies backward, caught by the bouncer. I’m once again dragged back in the opposite direction and pulled into Cam’s office. I scratch and spit and scream obscenities all the way. I’ve lost it. I scream at Cam to shoot her, to give me a gun so that I can shoot her, my eyes scour the desk and I spot the scissors and I make a grab for them, telling anyone that’s listening that I’m gonna cut the bitches throat. Never in my life have I felt rage like it.

I’m pulled down into someone’s lap. It registers that it’s Cam after a few seconds, I can smell him, I stop fighting and try to calm my breathing, there’s still a commotion going on around me, doors opening and closing, people talking.

“I need to get her out of here,” I hear Dave say. “The fuckin’ press are gonna be all over this.”

“Is there a back door?” I hear Jimmie ask.

“Where is she, have you kicked her out? Cos if George ain’t killed her, I fucking will!” Go Ash!

“Let’s just sit tight for a minute, I don’t know what state she’s in and this one still needs to calm down.”

I hear a door open and someone says, “She’s saying she wants the Police called boss, what dya want me to do?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Cam says quietly.

“Where is she?”

“One of the barmaids is with her in the staff room.”

“Keep her there, I’ll go down and talk to her, see if I can change her mind.” It’s all quiet for a few minutes.

“If I let you go, do you promise not to go psycho on me again Kitten?” I nod and open my eyes, they slam into his, looking down at me. He has a slight smile on his face.

“You’re a fucking mad woman Georgia, dya know that? I’ve never seen a girl punch like that.”

“That’s what happens when you’re taught to fight by three big brothers,” I reply, shakily.

He loosens his grip around me and I turn and look at everyone in the room, Jimmie is sitting on the edge of Cam’s desk shaking her head at me, Ash is sitting on the leather sofa.

“Feel better George? I know I fucking do, that bitch had it coming, if you hadn’t of chinned her, I fucking woulda. Mind you, I didn’t recognise her, she looks about fifty. I’ve only seen the pictures from when she went to the papers but I swear she looked dog rough compared to then.”

I look at Dave who’s on his phone and does not look happy. “Do none of your husband’s ever answer their phones?”

Sean always answers his phone, before I can speak Jimmie says, “Len always answers, no matter what time it is, in case it’s an emergency with me or one of the kids.”

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