Chapter Thirty
The door panel suddenly jumped.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Irene whirled. A fist had struck the opposite side of the door rattling it in its frame. “That son of a fuckin’ bitch.”
“Joey please. What happened to you?”
“He f****d me in the ass, is what happened.” Joey was ranting now. “He brought me home and told me he wanted a blow-job. Demanded one. He told me that I owed him, for getting me out of Scirocco’s apartment in time; before I would have had to do all the men. He said you’d be on your knees, sucking on all of them. And that I was lucky to be home.”
“Oh Joey, I’m so sorry.”
There was a heartfelt sob. “When I refused, he beat me. He told me to get my clothes off. He threw me down and f****d me in the ass. Now go away. I have to rest. They’re flying me home.”
“Okay, baby,
