"Bradley Denton - We Love Lydia Love" - читать интересную книгу автора (Denton Bradley)If I listened to the chip, Danny, youтАЩd have blood running out your nose. If he was lucky. тАЬI know youтАЩre getting attached to Lydia,тАЭ Daniels continues, his tone now one of false sympathy, тАЬbut sooner or later sheтАЩll dump you. ThatтАЩs just what she does. It wasnтАЩt until ChristopherтАЩs death that we realized she trashes her boyfriends for inspiration, but then it became obvious. So we brought Christopher back to life so she could get on with it. The only variable is how long it takes, and thatтАЩs up to you. If you drag things out until CCA loses patience, WillieтАЩs songs will never be heard. And he wonтАЩt get his own face back, either, because we wonтАЩt throw good money after bad. He might not even be able to regain his legal identity. HeтАЩll have lost his very existence.тАЭ There are worse things. тАЬWillieтАЩs existence wasnтАЩt much to begin with,тАЭ I say. Daniels puts a hand on my shoulder, and I resist the urge to break his fingers. тАЬSomething is always better than nothing, Christopher. And if you go on the way youтАЩve been going, nothing is what youтАЩll be.тАЭ Big deal. тАЬSo what do you want me to do?тАЭ I ask. тАЬOnly what the chip and I tell you,тАЭ Daniels says. тАЬIf you donтАЩt like my conscience metaphor, then think of CCA, me, and the chip as the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Mess with any one of us, and you get slapped down with heavenly wrath. Mess with all of us, and you go straight to hell.тАЭ He gestures at the clubтАЩs back wall. тАЬSee, this kind of crap canтАЩt continue. Neither Lydia nor CCA makes real money from a gig like this. So your current directive from the Son of God is as follows: Go and spend thee the night in a motel. You still have that cash card?тАЭ тАЬYeah, but тАФтАЭ Daniels gives me a shove. тАЬYou, whoever you are, talked her into doing this gig. So sheтАЩll expect you to be here for it. But you wonтАЩt be. So saith the Son.тАЭ No. We canтАЩt leave now. Not with Lydia about to go on stage for the first time since India. SheтАЩd hate me. Us. Yeah. But that might be what she wants. She thrives on being treated like dirt. ThatтАЩs why she goes for guys like us. But weтАЩve been too nice lately, and itтАЩs screwed her up. ThatтАЩs sick. ThatтАЩs Lydia. |
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