‘Mr Lane…Please don’t hurt him….’
Alan shrugged. ‘They’re shoving him around a bit,’ he said, ‘he deserves it, but that’s nothing to what I could really do, so if you don’t want bones to start breaking I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen…I’m going to let Gordon off lightly this time and you and me are going to come to a new arrangement…do you hear what I’m saying?’
She stared at him. ‘What kind of arrangement?’ she stammered.
He walked slowly towards her.
She backed away.
‘Do I scare you?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
He reached out and stroked the side of her face and she instinctively recoiled from his touch.
‘You’re a beautiful woman, Naomi,’ he said, ‘in a situation like this, you’ve gotta take that as a blessing.’
‘Please, don’t…’ she sobbed.
His lip curled up into a sneer. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘I don’t force myself on women, I’ve got too much self-respect, but if a beautiful woman wants to force herself on me,’ he shrugged, ‘well, she’ll find I don’t fight too hard.’
‘We just need more time, a week, we’ll have the money, I swear it….’
‘Make your call,’ he said, ‘all I do is give the word and bones start breaking…You’ve got till the count of five….’
She listened to the commotion in the bedroom, cringing at the sounds, but she knew Lane was keeping it practically civil, that any moment he could call up the stairs and order his men to really go to town on Gordon.
‘One,’ Alan said.
She realized she had no choice in the matter.
‘Two,’ he said.
‘What do I have to do?’ She muttered.
‘Pay off your husband’s debt, like any good wife should.’