Page 22 of Forever Mr Black

“Fuck knows. He’s probably waiting for me to finish packing up my stuff and fuck off.”

He’s not making any sense.

I glance at the box on the desk. “He’s sacked you?”

“Too fucking right he has.” Jamie’s eyes land on my breasts, and he smirks. “Are you my leaving present?”

I ignore his lewd comment. “Why would he sack you?”

“He had to get involved and stick his nose in where he didn’t need to. I was onto a nice little earner too.”

And then I realise. Art’s comment the other day about the drug dealer’s days being numbered. Him having to work tonight.

“It’s you … you’re the dealer.”

Jamie snorts in amusement. “Not quite, darling, but I’ve been helping out where I can.”

I don’t even try to hide the contempt in my voice.What a snake. “You were in on it.”

“It was just business.”

I narrow my eyes in annoyance. I don’t like the club, but I also don’t want to see all of Art’s hard work go to waste. “Art’s hardly going to let the fact that his manager’s aiding and abetting criminals to slide, is he?”

“You know, it really fucks me off when he turns up here and swans about the place. He’s got it all, hasn’t he? The flash car, the money.” Jamie’s lecherous gaze returns to me, and I tense. “The nice piece of arse on his arm.”

I stiffen at his words. “You’re crossing the line. If Art …”

“But he’s not here, is he?” Jamie slowly shifts towards me. “It’s just you and me.”

My stomach rolls with nausea as I edge backwards. He’s built like a wall. I don’t stand a chance.

“You said Art’s given you time to pack up your stuff. That means, he’ll be back soon,” I announce bravely.

His thin lips widen into a smirk. “It won’t take me long to get what I want, darlin”.”

My behind presses into the edge of the desk, and panic grips me. I’m cornered. My eyes dart over to the TV monitors in desperation, frantically searching for any signs of Art. Where the fuck is he?

“If you touch me, I swear …”

“No one’s gonna hear you over the music. And they definitely won’t hear with my hand over your mouth.”

Over my dead body.

Jamie lunges at me, and I knee him hard in the balls. He groans and crumples forward. I’m getting good at this. Adrenaline kicks in. I fly over to the door and grab the handle. But I’m not quick enough. I scream as he grabs my ponytail and throws me against the wall. The force of my body slamming into concrete pushes all the air from my lungs, and for a second, I’m left dazed. Jamie doesn’t waste any time. He’s on me, pushing himself against me, trapping me between him and the wall.

“You’re just a fucking prick tease, like the rest of them out there.”

His hot, unpleasant breath hits my cheek, and I twist my face away from him.

He tears open my blouse. “Slags, the whole lot of you.”

I’m exhausted. But I’m not going to let him win. I plunge my fingernails into his face and drag them down his cheek.

“Bitch!” He recoils in pain and clutches his face, staggering back.

If he gets hold of me again, he’ll make sure I can’t get away. I rush to the door just as it flies open, and Art and Big Steve barge in.

I watch Art’s expression change from surprise to shock as he rests his hands on my shoulders and looks at my torn blouse. His spine stiffens as he notices Jamie behind me, and reality kicks in.

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