Page 79 of Sticky Fingers
Then that moment happened.
And, just like that, Malcolm came crashing into my life.
And, for better or worse, I’ll never be the same.
“Sonia!”
Every single day, I think of the moment when our eyes locked. Right then and there, I knew I was in for a wild ride. I knew that my life was going to do a one-eighty turn so fast that I’d feel dizzy in the end.
“SONIA! Goddamit! Get in here!
Jesus, was I spacing out again?
I hear Kathy’s voice calling for me from the living room... Something tells me another moment like that is about to happen.
Don’t ask me how I know.
Call it intuition.
Call it a woman’s sixth sense.
Call it whatever you like but mark my words—shit’s about to go down again.
Dragging my feet out of the bedroom, I dash into the living room and crash down on the couch, right next to Kathy.
“What?” I ask her groggily.
“Look!” she exclaims, pushing her iPad into my hands.
My eyes wander over the screen, trying to make sense of the words there, and I only manage to focus when I read Malcolm’s name somewhere in the middle of the article Kathy was reading.
As I start reading it, I feel my throat go dry.
Then, my stomach twists into knots.
And, finally, my heart almost stops as I read the last paragraph.
Is Malcolm Push really trying to clean up his act? Or is this an act in itself?
We can only guess, but the facts remain... Malcolm Push is letting go of all the strip clubs he operates through his various holding companies. The sale was finalized yesterday with little fanfare save an interview with the Daily Journal and a filing with the SEC.”
Did I misjudge him? Was Malcolm really trying to change his ways?
Was he…being honest with me from the start?
Oh, fuck.
Did I screw it all up?
