Free Dangerous Kiss by Jackie Collins Page A

exclaimed. 'Lennie - look!'
    He didn't have to look, he'd already seen. And before he could take any kind of action, a skinny girl with cropped dark hair had pulled open Mary Lou's door and was brandishing a gun in her face. Behind her hovered a black teenage boy who seemed to be having trouble keeping his balance.
    'Gimme your fuckin' necklace!' shrieked the girl at Mary Lou. 'An' your earrings and rings. Give 'em to me now, bitch - or I'll blow your fuckin' head off!'
    Jesus! Lennie could not believe this was happening to them. 'Hand her your jewellery,' he said to Mary Lou, speaking in a reasonable, calm voice, desperately trying to figure a way out.
    'No!' Mary Lou said stubbornly. 'Steven gave me these things. I'm not giving them to her.'
    'Take off the fuckin' jewellery, bitch!' the girl yelled. 'You don't want to do this,'
    Mary Lou said, exhibiting great bravery in the face of a dangerous situation.
    The boy, stationed behind the girl, didn't move. Lennie's mind was racing. He kept a gun in the glove compartment of his car, but there was no way he could reach across Mary Lou and grab it. The best thing to do was simply comply with their wishes.
    The girl waving the gun was flushed and edgy. 'You'd better do it, cunt,' she said, in a low, angry voice. ' 'Cause I'm gettin' impatient.'
    'For God's sake, give it to her now,' Lennie urged Mary Lou.
    Reluctantly Mary Lou reached up, attempting to unclasp her necklace. Her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't quite get it undone.
    In the distance, Lennie heard the sound of a police siren.
    The girl heard it too, which started to freak her out. 'Gimme the fucking shit!' she shouted excitedly, reaching over, grasping Mary Lou's necklace and yanking it off her neck. The boy standing behind her still hadn't moved. 'Take it, asshole!'
    the girl screamed, thrusting the necklace at him. He stuffed it in his pocket.
    'Now the earrings,' the girl snarled, as the sound of the police siren grew nearer.
    'No,' Mary Lou said. 'You've got my necklace. Take it and go-'
    'You dumb bitch!' the girl shrieked, whacking Mary Lou across the face with her gun.
    That was it for Lennie. He threw himself across Mary Lou, grappling to reach his own gun stashed in the glove compartment.
    The girl saw what he was trying to do and completely lost it. 'Fuck you!' she bellowed. 'Fuck all of you!' And with that she raised her gun, took a step away and fired, hitting Mary Lou in the chest.
    The explosion was so loud that the boy jumped back a couple of paces and pissed himself.
    Lennie was in shock. It was like he was caught in the middle of a slow-motion nightmare. All he could think of was that at any moment he'd open his eyes and it would all be a bad dream.
    But he saw Mary Lou's blood soaking the front of her gown, and he knew with a feeling of dread that this was no dream, this was the real thing.
    'You've shot her,' the boy cried out in a panic. 'You've fucking shot her.'
    'We've shot her,' the girl yelled back. 'An' the dumb cunt deserved it.' Then she reached forward, snatching the earrings from Mary Lou's ears and began going for her rings.
    Lennie roared into action, struggling to grab the girl and stop her. Cold-bloodedly she fired again, the bullet catching him in the shoulder.
    He fell back, groaning with a sudden onslaught of sharp pain.
    'Let's get outta here,' yelled the girl, and the two of them began running back to the jeep.
    Somehow or other Lennie managed to hoist himself up, frantically trying to catch a glimpse of their licence plate.
    The numbers danced before his eyes. Then he slumped back in his seat and passed out.

Chapter Nineteen
    Brigette stirred, almost awake, but not quite. She'd been dreaming - vivid sensual dreams about love and passion. She rolled over and opened her eyes with a start. The room was dark. Reaching for her bedside clock, she pressed the top button to illuminate the time. It was just before one a.m.
    She tried to collect her thoughts because the last