Drop Dead Beautiful (20 page)

“So stay.”

“You know I can’t,” she said, wishing she could.

“Okay, okay,” he said, releasing her from his arms. “Go make your trip. I’ll hold it together here.”

“And please call Max. I left a message on her cell yesterday and she never called back. I’m so pissed, but I don’t have time to get involved in a fight. That’s why
you
should call her, make sure she’s back in time for the party.”

“Yes,
ma’am,”
he mocked. “Anything else?”

“You’re the best and I love you,” she said, kissing him.

“Keep on tellin’ me that an’ we’ll live happily ever after.”

“Oh, we will,” she promised, kissing him again.

Downstairs in the kitchen Brigette and Bobby were sitting at the counter drinking coffee.

“How come you two are up?” Lucky asked.

“We’re operating on a different time zone,” Bobby reminded her. “Three hours ahead.”

“I have to fly to Vegas today,” Lucky said, pouring a cup of coffee for herself.

“Can I come too?” Bobby asked. “Haven’t been to Vegas since I was a kid.”

“If you want to.”

“Definitely. Can’t wait to see what kind of a club you’ve put together. I’ll be your adviser.”

“Gee, thanks Bobby,” Lucky said caustically, “just what I need.”

“Hey, I do have one of the hottest clubs in New York, as I keep on telling you.”

“I know,” she said patiently. “You do keep on telling me, don’t you?”

“You’ve been there, you’ve seen for yourself.”

“It’s great.”

“So?”

“So, as I am constantly reminding you, you weren’t in the club biz when I put together this complex. Who knew you wanted to run clubs? Certainly not me.”

“If you’re all flying to Vegas,” Brigette said brightly, “can I come too?”

“Yeah!” Bobby said enthusiastically. “We can make a day of it. Blackjack, twenty-one, craps—maybe time for a
quick dive into a strip club somewhere along the way. A lap dance will suit me just
fine!”

“Absolutely not!” Brigette said, starting to laugh. “I’m thinking shopping.”

“What?” Bobby said, straight-faced. “You’re not into lap dances?”

“You can both come,” Lucky decided. “As long as you remember this is a fast trip—no time for gambling, strip clubs,
or
shopping.”

“C’mon, Mom,” Bobby said, winking at Brigette. “A little lap dance never did anyone any harm.”

Ignoring her son, Lucky headed for the door. “Be ready in one hour. Do
not
keep me waiting.”

On their way out Lucky left Gino a note.

I know you understand—Vegas calls
.

We’ll be back in time for dinner
.

If anybody understood business it was Gino.

As they were getting in the limo to take them to the airport, Philippe hurried over to the window and handed her an envelope. She opened it in the car.

“Who’s that from?” Bobby wanted to know.

“I keep on getting these cards dropped off at the house,” Lucky said, tapping the card on her knees. “All they say is ‘Drop Dead Beautiful.’”

“That’s weird,” Brigette said.

Bobby grabbed the card from her and inspected it. “You shown this to anyone?” he asked.

“Why would I? It’s probably an invitation to an event, and eventually I’ll find out what it’s for.”

“How many of these have you gotten?”

“Um … maybe this is the third one.”

“Where are the other two?”

“Guess I must’ve thrown them away.”

“And they were all put in the mailbox?”

“What are you, a district attorney?” Lucky joked.

“Seriously, Mom,” Bobby said, “we should have someone
check out the security cameras, get a look at who’s delivering them.”

“Why are you so concerned?”

“ ’Cause you never know.”

“Never know
what?”
Lucky asked, amused that Bobby was taking some frivolous invite so seriously.

“You must have enemies, y’know, people from your past.”

Lucky wondered exactly how much Bobby knew about her past. Too much from the sound of him.

“What
are
you talking about?” she said lightly. “I do not have any enemies.”

“Your son Googled you,” Brigette said, joining in. “He knows plenty about both of us.”

“I grew
up
knowing about our family,” Bobby said. “I didn’t have to Google anyone. And hey, Mom, you think I don’t
remember
what happened to me and Brigette when we were kids? That whole kidnapping thing which you refuse to talk about.”

“I never talk about it, Bobby, because bringing it up is bad karma. It all happened a long time ago, so leave it alone.”

“I was
molested
, Mom, in case you’ve forgotten. I was five years old and molested by some crazy old mobster. You think I can forget that?”

“I don’t expect you to forget it,” Lucky said carefully. “But we’ve all moved on.”

“Yes, Bobby,” Brigette said. “If
I
can move on after what happened, so can you.”

“Hey,” Bobby said. “Without you, Brig, I probably wouldn’t even be here. You were the one who shot the old pervert. I’ll never forget you picking up that gun and—”

“Enough,” Brigette interrupted, her blue eyes clouding over. “Now
I’m
the one who doesn’t want to start taking a trip down memory lane.”

“Okay, I get it,” Bobby said. “Sorry I brought it up.”

Mooney Sharp met them at the airport. A big man in his late fifties, Mooney was over six feet, with a halo of bushy red
hair, matching eyebrows, and a huge gut. His favored outfit was cowboy boots, pressed jeans, and a low-slung belt with an enormous silver buckle—all the better to exhibit his massive stomach. At seventeen all his front teeth had gotten knocked out in a bar fight, and now his party trick was to remove his row of yellowing false teeth and horrify everyone with a manic toothless grin.

“Hey, Mooney,” Lucky said. “As you can see, I’m here. Happy?”

“Morning, boss,” Mooney answered, tipping his well-worn Stetson. “Lookin’ great as usual.”

“Compliments are going to get you nowhere,” Lucky said. “I had to leave all my houseguests and jump on a plane, not my favorite way to spend Saturday morning.”

“Sorry, Lucky, like I told you, I couldn’t reach anyone else with signing privileges, an’ this
is
an emergency.”

“It better be.”

“Oh, it is. We’re in the final stages, wouldn’t want anything holding us up.”

“You remember my son, Bobby, don’t you?”

“Sure do,” Mooney said, giving Bobby a hearty handshake. “You was just a little tyke last time I saw you.”

“And this is Brigette, my godchild.”

“See you made it a family party,” Mooney remarked, escorting them to his mud-splattered SUV. “I’m big on family. Trouble is I never get to see ’em.”

“How come?”

“ ’Cause I’m busy workin’ for you twenty-four-seven,” he said with a hearty guffaw.

“Wanna quit?” Lucky asked jokingly, sitting up front.

“If I quit, I die,” Mooney said, getting behind the wheel.

In the backseat Bobby leaned across to Brigette who was sitting beside him. “Sorry about earlier,” he said. “Y’know, bringing up the whole kidnapping deal. I didn’t mean to—it kinda slipped out.”

“That’s okay, Bobby,” she said quietly. “It’s just bad memories.”

“I’m sure.”

“It was my fault for getting us into it in the first place,” she continued. “I was so young and naive, and you were just a helpless little kid. I knew I had to do something to protect you, and the gun was right there.”

“You did the right thing, Brig. You saved us both.”

“Y’know, Bobby,” she said thoughtfully. “Maybe we
should
talk about it. I saw a shrink. You never did.”

“No, shrinks aren’t my style. I’ve moved on—it’s the way to go.”

“Okay,” Brigette said, her pretty face serious. “But any time you feel the need …”

“Thanks. If I ever do, I’ll call you.”

The moment they hit the Strip, Lucky turned her head, feeling the old familiar surge of adrenaline. “Well,” she said, “we’re back in Vegas.”

“I think I love it,” Bobby said enthusiastically. “Gambling and girls—my two favorite things. Maybe I should build my own hotel—blow you out of the water!”

“You’re a Santangelo, all right,” Lucky said, smiling.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a sly grin. “A Santangelo loaded with Stanislopolous money. Pretty cool combination, huh, Mom?”

For a moment she thought she was talking to Gino, which made her smile even more.

“Yes, Bobby,” she said. “Pretty damn cool.”

Chapter 28

Lying is never a good thing. Lying always has a way of coming back and kicking you in the ass, or so Billy discovered. He’d lied to Venus, told her he had an early call. The truth was that he didn’t have to work again until Monday, so when Venus called him on his cell Saturday morning, he was still happily asleep.

“Mmm … yeah?” he mumbled.

“Billy?” she said, sounding surprised. “Are you asleep?”

Without thinking, he said, “Uh, yeah, somethin’ wrong with that?”

“You told me you had an early call,” she said accusingly.

“Shit… yeah, um … that got canceled.”

“It did?” she said coldly. “What time was it canceled?”

“Uh, sometime last night. Late. Kev took the call. I was, uh, trying to get to sleep early, like I told you.”

“You never called me last night,” she sighed. “You promised you’d call before you went to bed.” Oh God! Was that a needy whine she detected in her voice?

“Sorry, V,” he said. “I was watching the game, must’ve passed out in front of the TV ’cause I don’t remember anything till I woke up at three an’ hauled myself into bed.”

“I see,” she said, hating the way she sounded, like an uptight schoolmarm questioning a badly behaved student. Lucky was right—this was so unlike her, she had to get it together.

“How’re you doing?” he ventured, well aware that she was way pissed at him.
“I’m doing great, Billy, if you care.”

“What does
that
mean?”

“It means that I don’t know what’s going on between us, and I think it’s time we sat down and talked.”

Oh shit
, he thought.
She wants to have the “We need to talk” conversation
. When women wanted
that
conversation, it was always a no-win situation.

“Whatever,” he said vaguely.

“Don’t you think we should?” she persisted. “Surely you sense that something’s going on between us?”

“Like what?” he said, following the “I’m just a dumb guy, what do I know?” tactic.

“We shouldn’t discuss it over the phone.”

“You wanna come by?” he suggested, immediately wishing he hadn’t.

“If you’d like me to,” she said cautiously.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m not working today. I got a free pass.”

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.”

Billy put down the phone and groaned. His crotch was still itching like crazy, even though last night he’d sent Kev out to the drugstore to buy some special cream to kill the little fuckers. Kev had questioned him into the ground about where he’d gotten them from. But he’d stayed firm, and come out with the old toilet-seat story.

Of course, he knew where he’d gotten them. It must’ve been from the girl he’d picked up at Tower Records. She’d infected him, dirty little groupie.

More important—what if he’d passed on the disgusting bugs to Venus? How the hell could he explain
that?

Hey, Miss Superstar Girlfriend. I might have given you a dose of the crabs. How about we discuss it?

Running his hand through his hair, he got out of bed. “Kev!” he yelled. “Where the frig are you?”

Then he remembered that Kev had gone home last night after bringing him the medication from the drugstore. Rubbing it into his crotch was a laugh a minute, and even worse, it didn’t seem to be working.

Devoid of clothes, he made his way into the kitchen. Ramona did not come in on Saturday or Sunday. He’d decided privacy was on the top of his hit list for the weekends; he didn’t want his housekeeper hanging around. Besides, she needed time off too.

Removing a carton of orange juice from the fridge, he drank straight from the carton and burped. Ah, yes—not being polite was one of the advantages of living alone. Discovering a California Pizza box in the fridge, he opened it and devoured half a cold barbecue chicken pizza. It tasted great, better than cereal any day, and he had to build up his strength: Venus was in the “We’ve got to talk” mode, so he’d better be prepared.

It suddenly occurred to him: Was breaking up on her mind? Is that where they were heading?

Yeah, probably. It was time. He was so over being referred to as Venus’s boy toy. Goddammit, he was a big star in his own right, he didn’t have to put up with that crap any longer.

If they
did
decide to break up, he had to make sure that Venus knew it wasn’t anything she’d done. She was an amazing woman, and yeah, he loved her in his own way. But he needed to be free of all the garbage that went along with being Miz Superstar’s boyfriend.

Problem was he didn’t have the balls to come right out and tell her, so he was hoping
she’d
be the one who’d break up with him.

Yes, that would be very convenient.

Or would it?

Venus was mad as she listened to herself turning into the kind of woman she couldn’t stand. The kind of woman who hung around waiting for the phone to ring, holding her breath for some guy to validate her very existence.

Billy Melina had her hooked, and she hated it. She, who was usually so in control, was now out of control because of a man.
Billy
was calling all the shots, and
fuck him!

Lucky was right. If Billy wanted out, she should be the one to move on, get out first. Why allow
him
the pleasure of doing it?

Oh God, I’ll miss him, she thought. Those abs, that face, that beautiful dick. My Billy. My gorgeous guy. I can’t help it. I love him
.

What would people say? Would they think he’d dumped her because she was an older woman? Or would she be able to spin it and announce that
she’d
dumped
him?