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“I wanted to make it public so I couldn’t punch you in the fucking face.”
“That’s rich,” Joq sneered, all his guilt replaced with anger. “Twelve fucking years, George.”
“You think twelve years gave you the right to blackmail him? You think you can justify that?” he was keeping his voice low, but he was seething.
Joq took a long drink of his beer. His voice was calm when he spoke.
“Yeah, and you know what else I think? I’ve still got that footage, so I’d think long and hard about what it is you’ve come here to say.”
George laughed, his eyes dancing when they met Joq’s. “I can’t believe I never saw it before. He said, but I never saw it.”
“What?” Joq feigned boredom, acted like he didn’t care about what that little shit had said.
“You never loved me,” George said. He said it like it was a relief to get it out there.
“What the fuck—
“You didn’t. Oh, you were fond of me, we had some good times. But it wasn’t love.”
“Oh, yeah? You a fucking expert now?”
George sobered. “Yeah, I am actually. The real thing? You’d never do that to the real thing, you’d let them go.”
And that was a low fucking blow. It could only be met with a lower blow.
“Still got that footage, George,” he drained his drink and held up a finger to the bartender.
He felt George breathing next to him, felt him smiling. George waited until the bartender had left again, his effusive, “Sure I can’t get you something?” met with George’s blinding grin, “I’m good.”
“That’s what I came to talk to you about,” George said around his smile.
“Oh yeah?” Joq didn’t like that smile.
“Release it. Sell it. Do whatever the fuck you want with it,” he leaned down and spoke against Joq’s ear, “’cos when I marry him next month, I want everyone to see what I’m getting. I want the whole world to replace the image of the other piece of shit you drove him to with the image of me.”
He leaned back.
Joq was speechless.
George winked. “I wouldn’t mind seeing it myself, Finn said it was pretty fucking hot.”
“Yeah, after he cried about it,” Joq spat.
George’s candour evaporated and he was furious again. “I’d think very carefully about what you say about him, Joaquin. I promised him I wouldn’t hit you, but I think he’d understand.”
Joq took a long drink. “Good to see you got another guy to do your thinking for you.”
George smiled again. “Release it,” he repeated and turned to walk out.
“Oh, and Joq?”
Joq looked over.
“Speak to him again and I’ll hit you with a lawsuit for extortion so fast, you’ll wonder what the fuck hit you.”
And with that, he left, the door clanging quietly behind him.
“Shit, that was George Creed,” the bartender said as he came back over.
