Vinny put a large gin and tonic down in front of his sister and a glass
of champagne in front of Eleanora and then went back to the bar for his own drink.
He’d been watching his sister from the bar as he ordered the drinks. She was good. Even here she was
aware there were rich men around who she could persuade to part company with
their money. The way she flicked her hair, smiled and laughed were all carefully
crafted to attract the casual onlooker.
She was telling the story of her latest conquest, some poor mug called
Salim who was begging her to go to Kazakhstan or Turkmenistan or somewhere.
‘You’re just a posh hooker really’ Vinny teased her.
Belinda bristled, she hated when Vinny called her that but she had to be
careful knowing what Eleanora’s former profession was.
‘I’m not a hooker, I don’t sleep with them for money, I sleep with them
cos they’re fit, the sex is a perk.’
Vinny smiled ‘You just be careful. One of these days you are gonna get
into trouble.’
‘Never!’ Belinda flashed her professional smile, a smile that Vinny was
sure could get her off the hook even if she did get caught.
‘And anyway hark who’s talking,’ it was Belinda’s turn to tease and
Vinny’s turn to bristle. I’m not the one who nearly got killed, by his own boss, twice.’
Vinny put his arms out, ‘but I’m still here aren’t I?
Vinny wasn’t the only one impressed by Belinda’s smile. Temur watched
her closely. He could see why Selim had fallen so hopelessly in love; she had
everything. But Temur was armed with the knowledge that she was a heartless,
thieving bitch which made him immune to her charms, or did it? Temur pressed a
button on his phone and sent a text message that simply read ‘Found her.’
Selim read the message and smiled. Since the ‘no show’ at the airport
he’d had worked tirelessly to track her down. He’d called in all the favours he
could. He wasn’t going to let her get away scot-free and with his contacts and
his money he knew he’d find her. She obviously thought that she was toying with
some amateur but she didn’t know what she had let herself in for. He knew he
would find her, the only problem was what to do now that he had; he didn’t know
if to shoot her or marry her. People who crossed him usually ended up dead but
people who crossed him didn’t have that beautiful smile. He threw the phone in
the air and caught it and then started to make arrangements. He needed to get
on a plane as soon as possible.
Find part 4 here and part 5 here
Find part 4 here and part 5 here
Just one thing: I don't think a person like Salim would throw the phone in the air (and start making arrangements). I've noticed people who do toss things (pens, pencils and remote control gadgets:-)) in the air. But these people are usually friendly and carefree. Totally unlike Salim.
ReplyDeleteGood point - so to clarify he only threw it milimetres into the air, not tossing himself a catch.
DeleteStill, I'd imagine a different gesture for revenge. It's a nice story but at this point I stopped and thought: this somehow doesn't fit. It looks like the author is personalizing his story a little bit :-))
ReplyDeletefair enough
DeleteI can't wait to read the next part. It's 1:1 now. Who'll win the next battle and the war? Or can anyone win at all?
ReplyDeleteThank you
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