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chest, circling her nipples against his own. How
he wanted to grab the generous globes of her
juicy arse and drive every single inch of his cock
deeply into her body, until she panted, begged
for him not to stop&
What is this metallic-people-killing thing?
An Apache truck? Do you have missiles hidden
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in the sides or what? Lydia asked bluntly.
Dragged from the mildest of daydreams to date,
he looked over at his date for the night. She had
a cream trench coat tightly wrapped around all
those curves, dark eye makeup smeared around
her eyes, making them even more cat-like, and
a red gloss emphasising those plump lips he d
been dreaming about.
Gets the job done. Plus in case I need to
run someone over, I only need to do it once.
God forgive you.
Probably not, he replied, nonchalant. He
unlocked the car and opened the door for her.
Let s go.
She eased herself into the passenger seat
and primly put the seat belt on. He got in on
the driver s side, and they took off. So what, no
kiss?
Tony blinked. That was a first. Erm.
Yeah, I thought so. What was all that
about in the cinema then?
You re hot, he explained. I can kiss you
when we get to the club?
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She snorted at the offer. A little late for
that. It d just be a pity kiss. Before he could
begin to argue that there d be no pity involved
when he got his hands on her again, Lydia
asked, Where are we even going?
A club near Liverpool Street.
Gregory s? she asked, her voice flat with
tension.
Yeah. Don t worry, no one will lay a finger
on you.
I m not worried about me, she said
quietly.
Jonathan s okay, he assured her.
Kelvin s going to be at the club tonight, not
anywhere near your flat. She was silent. Not
good. You re giving him more power than he s
got.
Can you blame me?
He s a little weasel, Tony barked. All his
influence is in your head. He can t do
anything.
I am not making this up!
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I know, he said, trying to soothe the
rage that flashed in her tone. Half, if not most
of what he s trying to do is scare you into doing
what he wants. Just repeat to yourself, Kelvin
Hammond is a weasel.
He heard the barest little chuckle and
braved a glance at her from the road. Kelvin
Hammond is a weasel.
Say it with conviction, woman! Kelvin
Hammond is a dick-less weasel.
Lydia cleared her throat. That s not
strictly&
Say it, he repeated firmly. The last thing
he wanted in his head was said dick-less weasel
having Lydia naked.
Kelvin Hammond is a dick-less weasel!
she yelled.
Sterling work. There s a hip flask in the
glove box.
What s in it? she asked warily, opening
the box and extracting the silver container.
God knows now. Have a bit and let me
know.
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Why do I have to play guinea pig?
Because I m driving and as a bit of a
criminal mastermind, I m more likely to get
pulled over.
Her laughter tickled him, until she gave a
spluttering cough. Jaysus, Mary and Joseph.
That s like fire!
Ah, now I remember what that is. That s
this twenty-five-year-old whisky I split with a
mate.
Good God, she coughed again, putting
the flask back and slamming the glove box shut.
Enough to make me tee total.
Is that genetically possible? Tony asked
quite seriously. He parked the Range Rover and
from the distance, he could see the line of
people waiting to get into the club. It was early
too, only going twenty to twelve.
They both carefully got out of the vehicle,
and Lydia waited as he removed his necessities
and locked it. A group of three women passed
them, dressed to the nines, and one of them
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90
gave Tony a slow onceover. A corner of her
bright pink mouth lifted in appreciation.
Any farther and you ll break your neck,
Lydia called after the woman. Tony distantly
heard the woman mutter, What the fuck is er
problem?
He clocked the expression on Lydia s face.
His nurse was all jealous. Not bad, Caristo, he
told himself. He hooked an arm around Lydia s
unimpressed frame and took a picture with his
phone. Why am I single? he asked
rhetorically, looking at the photo, which was all
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chest, circling her nipples against his own. How
he wanted to grab the generous globes of her
juicy arse and drive every single inch of his cock
deeply into her body, until she panted, begged
for him not to stop&
What is this metallic-people-killing thing?
An Apache truck? Do you have missiles hidden
Billy London
86
in the sides or what? Lydia asked bluntly.
Dragged from the mildest of daydreams to date,
he looked over at his date for the night. She had
a cream trench coat tightly wrapped around all
those curves, dark eye makeup smeared around
her eyes, making them even more cat-like, and
a red gloss emphasising those plump lips he d
been dreaming about.
Gets the job done. Plus in case I need to
run someone over, I only need to do it once.
God forgive you.
Probably not, he replied, nonchalant. He
unlocked the car and opened the door for her.
Let s go.
She eased herself into the passenger seat
and primly put the seat belt on. He got in on
the driver s side, and they took off. So what, no
kiss?
Tony blinked. That was a first. Erm.
Yeah, I thought so. What was all that
about in the cinema then?
You re hot, he explained. I can kiss you
when we get to the club?
87
On Caristo s Watch
She snorted at the offer. A little late for
that. It d just be a pity kiss. Before he could
begin to argue that there d be no pity involved
when he got his hands on her again, Lydia
asked, Where are we even going?
A club near Liverpool Street.
Gregory s? she asked, her voice flat with
tension.
Yeah. Don t worry, no one will lay a finger
on you.
I m not worried about me, she said
quietly.
Jonathan s okay, he assured her.
Kelvin s going to be at the club tonight, not
anywhere near your flat. She was silent. Not
good. You re giving him more power than he s
got.
Can you blame me?
He s a little weasel, Tony barked. All his
influence is in your head. He can t do
anything.
I am not making this up!
Billy London
88
I know, he said, trying to soothe the
rage that flashed in her tone. Half, if not most
of what he s trying to do is scare you into doing
what he wants. Just repeat to yourself, Kelvin
Hammond is a weasel.
He heard the barest little chuckle and
braved a glance at her from the road. Kelvin
Hammond is a weasel.
Say it with conviction, woman! Kelvin
Hammond is a dick-less weasel.
Lydia cleared her throat. That s not
strictly&
Say it, he repeated firmly. The last thing
he wanted in his head was said dick-less weasel
having Lydia naked.
Kelvin Hammond is a dick-less weasel!
she yelled.
Sterling work. There s a hip flask in the
glove box.
What s in it? she asked warily, opening
the box and extracting the silver container.
God knows now. Have a bit and let me
know.
89
On Caristo s Watch
Why do I have to play guinea pig?
Because I m driving and as a bit of a
criminal mastermind, I m more likely to get
pulled over.
Her laughter tickled him, until she gave a
spluttering cough. Jaysus, Mary and Joseph.
That s like fire!
Ah, now I remember what that is. That s
this twenty-five-year-old whisky I split with a
mate.
Good God, she coughed again, putting
the flask back and slamming the glove box shut.
Enough to make me tee total.
Is that genetically possible? Tony asked
quite seriously. He parked the Range Rover and
from the distance, he could see the line of
people waiting to get into the club. It was early
too, only going twenty to twelve.
They both carefully got out of the vehicle,
and Lydia waited as he removed his necessities
and locked it. A group of three women passed
them, dressed to the nines, and one of them
Billy London
90
gave Tony a slow onceover. A corner of her
bright pink mouth lifted in appreciation.
Any farther and you ll break your neck,
Lydia called after the woman. Tony distantly
heard the woman mutter, What the fuck is er
problem?
He clocked the expression on Lydia s face.
His nurse was all jealous. Not bad, Caristo, he
told himself. He hooked an arm around Lydia s
unimpressed frame and took a picture with his
phone. Why am I single? he asked
rhetorically, looking at the photo, which was all
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