Drop Dead Beautiful (17 page)

Arriving in America at the age of twelve, and spending time with his grandfather, Anthony had soon realized that in America anything was possible. Enzio Bonnatti had taught him a lot, and he was sad when the old man got himself shot, but he was happy Enzio had shown him a way of living that brought great rewards.

Although Tasmin’s death was accidental—and nobody could prove otherwise—Anthony had no regrets. She’d been asking for it with her kinky requests.

His only problem was Renee. The old dyke better not give him any shit, because if she did, he had ways of dealing with her.

Nobody fucked with Anthony Bonar and got away with it. And if Renee was smart, she’d definitely keep that in mind.

Chapter 23

“What’s up?” Venus asked over the phone.

“What’s up is I’m knee-deep in ground beef, tomato sauce, bread crumbs, and garlic,” Lucky answered, cradling the phone under her chin.

“You are? Why’s that?”

“’Cause I’m making my famous Italian-style meatballs. Remember I told you I’m cooking a big blowout dinner for Gino and everyone? They’re all here, the entire family, and I’m loving every second of playing Mama. How’s that for a switch?”

“Can I come over?”

“I thought you and Billy were all set for a romantic night on the town?” Lucky said, squeezing a tube of tomato paste into the bowl.

“We were,” Venus said, trying to sound like she didn’t care. “That is until Billy bailed on me, and now I really need to talk.”

“You do?” Lucky said, because family dinner and Venus pouring her heart out was not a perfect combination.

However, she rallied, because Venus was her best friend and she knew if the situation were reversed Venus would be there for her.

“Sure, come on over,” she said warmly. “Gino would love to see you, and Bobby’s gonna be thrilled.”

“
Little
Bobby?”

“Not so little anymore,” Lucky pointed out. “And hands
off
. Remember who he is.”

“Oh sure,” Venus said with a dry chuckle. “Like I’m about to make a move on your son. I don’t think so.”

“I don’t think so either, so let’s keep it that way.”

“Yes,
ma’am
.”

“And don’t dress up, it’s super casual, and bring your appetite.”

“Any more instructions?”

“Nope, that’s it for now.”

“Okay, I’ve got it. Hands off Bobby. Skanky old jeans. Enormous passion for meatballs.”

Lucky laughed. “We’ll talk, but it’ll have to be later, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Venus said, then after a long beat she added, “It’s just that I don’t think I can be alone tonight.”

“I understand.”

Venus put down the phone. She felt as if she was thirteen and her big high-school crush was crapping all over her. Why, oh why, had she allowed herself to fall in love with Billy? They hadn’t even been together a year and he was pulling away, she sensed it, and it was driving her nuts.

Well, screw him
, she thought, attempting to pull herself together. She was Venus Maria, superstar. She would
never
let him see her crumble, however much it hurt.

This is freakin’ great!” Billy exclaimed, lounging on the couch in his underwear and a T-shirt in front of his new big-screen high-definition TV, munching popcorn and scratching his crotch.

“Told ya,” Kevin boasted. “You can pick your nose, hang a fart, change channels, do whatever the fuck ya want. An’ no little lady gettin’ on your case.”

“It rocks.”

“Sure it does. And …” Kev paused for a moment before continuing. “If ya start feelin’ horny later, I got a number I
can call that’ll send a coupla girls over to do anything your dick desires. No questions asked.”

“Hookers?”

“Highly paid young ladies.”

Billy hesitated, then: “I’m not into paying for it, Kev. That’s not my bag.”

“I know that, an’ everyone knows you don’t have to. But sometimes it’s the convenient way. They come. They go. No hassles.”

“Look, just ’cause I’m takin’ a night off doesn’t mean Venus and me are through. We’re very much together.”

“Yeah, I get it. But sometimes banging a girl you paid for can be a kick.”

“Thanks, but I’m not into cheating.”

Kev shrugged. “Whatever swings your balls.”

For a moment Billy flashed on the girl he’d picked up at Tower Records. He felt guilty, but the good news was that no one knew, and he wasn’t about to tell. The girl was a one-off, a lack of judgment on his part.

He redirected his attention to the TV, stuffed his face with a handful of popcorn, and settled back to enjoy the game.

Venus liked to drive herself whenever she could dodge the paparazzi who lurked outside her gates day and night waiting for her to emerge. A few months ago she’d come up with the perfect escape plan, eliciting the help of a friendly neighbor— a stoned record producer who’d allowed her to build an illegal underground tunnel into his garage, where she kept a dark blue Phaeton with blacked-out windows. Whenever she didn’t feel like being followed she used the tunnel and took out the anonymous Phaeton, zooming past the hapless paparazzi who had no clue that it was her in the car.

Tonight she hurried through her escape tunnel, got in the car, and revved up the Phaeton—her low-key luxury vehicle. Outsmarting the paparazzi gave her a big charge. Fuck ’em. Oh sure, they had a job to do, but did they have to do it 24/7?
It made her especially mad when Chyna was with her, and they stuck cameras in her child’s face.

Cooper didn’t seem to care. He was always allowing himself to be photographed with his cute and somewhat precocious little daughter. There they were in
People
and
Us
strolling down Rodeo eating ice cream, sitting courtside at the Lakers game, picking up shells on the beach in Malibu. Recently he’d added Mandy—his teenage girlfriend—to his family outings. Mandy was a publicity-crazy nineteen-year-old wannabe singer/actress/model, and Venus did not want her daughter being around the girl.

“It’s not healthy for Chyna to be exposed to so much media,” she’d complained to Cooper, carefully not mentioning Mandy’s name.

“Look who’s talking,” Cooper had responded. “You’re
queen
of the media, running around all over town with your young stud. Were you banging him when we were together?”

“No, Cooper
—you
were the one out getting laid. Remember?”

Another nasty verbal battle had then taken place, which was exactly what Venus didn’t want. There was nothing worse for Chyna than having to watch her divorced parents fight.

At least their daughter was safely away at summer camp, and according to her e-mails and phone calls, she was having a fantastic time.

“Shit!” Billy exclaimed.

“What?” Kev responded.

“I think I got a problem.”

Kev burped and loped into the kitchen to fetch another beer.

Billy rolled off the couch and followed him. “Aren’t you listening to me?” he said, scratching his crotch. “You’re supposed to listen to me.”

“I’m listening,” Kev said, popping the top off a bottle of imported Carlsberg. “You got a freakin’ problem. Spit it out.”

“Like
you
care.”

Kev took a swig of beer before giving his full attention to his best friend and employer. “Spill. What’s the problem?”

“I think,” Billy said, vigorously scratching away, “I got me a case of the freakin’ crabs.”

Chapter 24

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” Max said, staring at Ace wide-eyed.

“What do
you
think?” he answered with a sly grin.

“I think you’re putting me on,” she said, struggling to remain cool in the face of his confession.

“Why’s that?” he asked, staring her down.

“ ’Cause if you
were
planning on robbing a bank for real,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “there’s no way you’d tell me.”

“Why not?” he said, shrugging. “It’s not as if there’s anything you can do about it.”

“I could go to the cops,” she answered boldly.

“An’ tell ’em
what?”
he said, full of bravado.

“That… y’know …” She trailed off, aware that if she went to the cops she’d probably sound like a crazy person. And why
would
she go to the cops anyway? It wasn’t her business what he planned to do.

“Yeah, go on,” he said, encouraging her.

“You’re like eff-ing with me,” she said.

“If that’s what you think.”

She didn’t know what to think. But at least he was keeping her occupied until Internet Guy put in an appearance—that’s if the jerk ever showed up.

They were standing outside Starbucks, and Ace made a move to go inside.

Max stood her ground. “I’ve decided I don’t want a
coffee,” she said petulantly. “I’m incredibly hungry. I need like real food.”

“Am I stopping you from eating?” he said, giving her a quizzical look.

“Y’know what?” she said boldly. “There’s no need to sweat it, I can buy my own burger. All you have to do is point me in the direction of someplace that serves food, then go rob your bank.”

“Oh, Miss Cool,” he said, grinning, “doesn’t give a fast crap.”

“It’s not as if I believe you,” she said, tossing back her long hair.

“Nobody said you had to,” he answered. “An’ by the way, how long you planning on waitin’ around for your loser friend? ’Cause it looks t’me like he’s a no-show.”

“He’ll be here,” she said stubbornly.

“I sure hope so—otherwise it seems
I’m
stuck with you.”

“Wow!” she said, green eyes flashing danger. “You certainly have a high opinion of yourself.”

“How’s that?”

“What makes you think you’re
stuck
with me? I’m getting something to eat, then driving back to L.A.”

“You can’t do that,” he said, straight-faced.

“Why not?”

“ ’Cause I might wanna use your car as my getaway vehicle. Y’know, after I rob the bank an’ all.”

“Whaaat?”

“Hey—idea,” he said, laughing. “Maybe you could be my getaway
driver
.”

“You’re looney-tunes,” she said, shaking her head in exasperation.

“You’re not exactly sane,” he countered.

“
Excuse
me?” she said, thinking that although she hardly knew him, she was beginning to like him. A lot.

“Picking up some whacked-out loser on the Internet,” he continued. “Whaddya gonna
do
with him if he does appear?”

“You don’t want to know,” she said in what she hoped was a mysterious tone.

“I get it,” Ace said, “you’re gonna make out with this dude.”

“None of your business.”

“I’m guessin’. Boyfriend dumps you, an’ this is your way of gettin’ back at him. Am I on the right track?”

Max glared at him, deciding she didn’t like him after all. How dare he be such a smart-ass. And how dare he figure out exactly what she was up to.

The dinner was great; everyone cleaned their plates. Lucky caught Lennie’s eye across the table and he winked at her, assuring her that the family reunion was progressing smoothly. Lennie was her rock, always there, always positive.

Gino sat at the head of the table flanked by Venus on one side and Brigette on the other. Gino might be almost ninety-five, but he could still appreciate a beautiful woman, and Venus and Brigette were the cream.

Bobby was on the other side of Venus, then Lucky, and next to her sat her half-brother, Steven, his wife, Lina—the vivacious English ex-supermodel—and their exquisite little daughter, Carioca. Paige was next to Carioca, then Gino Junior and Lennie.

The family were all present except for Leonardo who was at the same summer camp as Chyna, and Max—who Lucky realized had not bothered to check in. Two black marks against Max. First one for leaving without saying good-bye. Second one for not calling.

Lucky decided that when her daughter got back—and it had better be in time for Gino’s party—they were due for a major sitdown.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” Gino said, tapping the side of his wineglass with a fork. The table fell silent. “My daughter,” he continued, “is not only beautiful, smart, an’ one hell of a wife an’ mother—she could get herself a job in an Italian restaurant any day. These friggin’ meatballs.” He kissed the tips of his fingers and made a sucking noise.
“
Bellissimo! Fantastico
!” He raised his glass, and his dark eyes met Lucky’s. “To my daughter. Always remember, kiddo, girls can do anything. An’ I do mean you.”

Lucky felt a sudden rush of emotion. For Gino to be so open with his feelings—especially in front of everyone— was not an everyday occurrence.

“Uh … thanks, Gino,” she managed, then lightening up she added, “Didn’t know my meatballs would have such an effect.”

There was much laughter, then Bobby raised his glass to toast his grandfather. Soon everyone was adding comments and having fun.

Lucky looked around the table and felt fortunate to be part of such an interesting and sometime loving family. They were all individuals, but tonight everyone seemed to fit.

Later the family gathered in the large living room, catching up. Steven was talking away to Gino. Brigette and Lina, who’d once modeled together, were exchanging horror stories from their past. Carioca fell asleep with her head on Paige’s knee, while Lennie, Bobby, and Gino Junior went outside onto the terrace and started up a challenging game of table tennis.

Finally Lucky had a chance to talk to Venus, who’d been quiet all night, which was so unlike her.

“What’s up?” Lucky asked, pouring her friend a liqueur glass of limoncello, Venus’s favorite after-dinner drink.

“Instinct. A feeling,” Venus replied, gesturing vaguely. “Nothing concrete.”

“Instinct about
what?”

“Billy, of course,” Venus sighed.

“I thought the two of you were blissfully happy—what with his big cock and old soul.”

“Don’t remind me,” Venus said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, c’mon, what happened?” Lucky pressed. “Did you have a fight?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then what?”