Chapter Ten
“Okay, Lilly,” Harry chuckled. “Do you remember how you loved to squat and suck? Squat now…” Harry figured that except for Cora, Lilly sucked the best d**k since Teddy or Auntie Jane, or maybe Zoe Chandler out in Hollywood. Still, when Harry’s Head Slaves turned a profit, Lilly would walk the same path to oblivion as did her cheating ass mother.
It had been a coincidence that Lilly sat at the bar alone at Clayton’s on the night Uncle Mike left Theodora’s basement, but it had been pure genius that revenge formed that instant in Harry’s mind.
On a normal night the backless bar stools sat filled with college girls on the lookout for college boys, but that night, except for Lilly Gilbert dressed like animal food as she downed vodka shots, the stools were empty. An easy mark, Har
