Vendetta: Luckys Revenge by Jackie Collins

Author:Jackie Collins [Collins, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Suspense, Cultural Heritage, Santangelo; Lucky (Fictitious Character), Motion Picture Industry, Los Angeles (Calif.), Espionage, Motion Picture Industry - California - Los Angeles, Businesswomen, Romantic Suspense Novels
ISBN: 9780061012358
Google: V1dFKRR0xcoC
Amazon: 0061012351
Publisher: Avon
Published: 1996-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

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BRIGETTE AWOKE IN HER OWN BED IN THE BEDROOM of the apartment she shared with Nona and Zandino. She lay very still for a moment, gazing blankly at the ceiling. Her tears were long gone. Everything about last night was a hazy blur. She remembered Michel bundling her into a cab with the words, “Whatever you do, Brigette—this is our secret. It will only harm you if you tell stories. I know you wouldn’t want our very private photo shoot becoming public property, would you now?”

For several endless hours Michel and Robertson had made her their plaything. True to his word, Michel hadn’t touched her, but he’d watched everything. And Robertson had done everything, in spite of her protests.

She still felt vulnerable and exposed, even though her ordeal was over.

Why hadn’t she listened to Nona? Although Nona had no idea Michel was such a pervert, she’d thought he was nothing more than just another sleazy playboy.

The sad truth was that Michel got off on watching women together—especially when one of them was an unwilling victim, bound and helpless.

When Santino Bonnatti had abused her, there’d been a weapon at hand and she’d used it, never experiencing a moment of remorse.

There’d been nothing to fight Michel with; she’d had no choice but to lie there and take it.

When she’d gotten home, Zan and Nona were asleep. She’d crept into the bathroom, standing under a long, cleansing shower before crawling miserably into bed—where she’d lain awake for hours before falling into a troubled sleep.

Now it was morning and she could hear Nona and Zan in the kitchen. She realized she’d better get up. Be cool, she warned herself. Don’t tell them what happened. It could spoil everything.

She climbed out of bed and reached for her robe, noticing purple bruises on her wrists. Looking down, she was dismayed to discover more bruises on her ankles and the insides of her thighs. She wrapped the robe around herself, pulling it tight.

“Hmm…” Nona said, glancing up when Brigette entered the kitchen. “What happened to you last night?”

Did Nona suspect? No. It was just her way of eliciting information.

“Nothing much,” she said vaguely, opening the fridge and taking out a carton of milk.

Nona was determined to find out everything. “Don’t give me that nothing much bit. Did he jump you? Did the great lover get it on?”

“No…” Brigette said evasively. “He was a gentleman.”

“Michel—a gentleman?” Nona snorted. “Now I’ve heard everything.”

Brigette poured herself a cup of coffee. Although she appeared outwardly calm, inside she was shaking.

She sat down at the table and picked up a newspaper. Zan beamed at her. Nothing ever bothered him.

“Okay, so you don’t want to talk,” Nona said, a little bit put out. “C’mon, Zan, we’ve got to go over to my parents’ this morning.” She turned to Brigette. “Don’t forget to drop by Antonio’s studio today to meet the stylist, makeup, and hair people. It’s all been arranged.”

Brigette nodded. “Okay.”

“Here’s the address,” Nona said, handing her a slip of paper. “Shall I meet you there?”

“I can handle it.

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