True Love?

Two men, security types, flanked Conor with their hands folded neatly in front of their bodies. The gigolo was curled up in a corner, whimpering. I didn’t get a good look at his face, but his body was on the skinny side. Conor raised his glass at me. ‘Good thing you brought this fucker to my attention. He’s been smuggling drugs into my club, and diddling one of my girls. Fucking scumbag.’ ‘Um, okay, glad to be of help.’ I didn’t want to know exactly what he meant by ‘one of his girls.’ He inclined his head at Kieran as a greeting. ‘Do your thing. Make it fast. I got other business to tend to.’ Conor set down the glass, lit up a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa to enjoy the show. Kieran walked over to the gigolo, kicked him. The gigolo raised his head, and I was disappointed by what I saw. For someone who convinced a married woman to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on him, I really thought he would be prettier. Maybe he was, but it was hard to tell at the moment, since his face