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resolve the situation. The Bonnatti honor was at stake.
    For quite a while now Francesca had been muttering about the six-billion-dollar hotel complex in Vegas Lucky Santangelo was building. “You cannot let this happen,” she’d informed her grandson over and over. “Gino and Lucky Santangelo tried to take everything from us. Now we take our revenge.”
    Anthony had many connections in Vegas. If he kept the Keys from opening, it would shut his grandmother up once and for all. After all, if it wasn’t for Francesca, he would’ve had nothing. And since she never stopped insisting that it was time the Santangelo family paid for their sins against the Bonnatti family, it would satisfy her. Anthony had a plan. A deadly plan. Costly and explosive. If it worked out, then Grandma would be one very happy woman indeed.
    It was the least he could do.

 
    CHAPTER SIX
    Max Santangelo Golden had a secret. A big one. She’d met this boy—well, man really—on the Internet, and every night for the past six weeks they’d exchanged all kinds of information online. His name was Grant and he was twenty-two. From his e-mails he sounded smart and interesting. He lived in San Diego, drove a Jeep, and didn’t have a girlfriend. Best of all, he’d posted his picture and he was a hottie—kind of like a younger Brad Pitt. The point was he did not fall into the category of sex-obsessed, lame teenage boy, and that was a major plus, because she was so over stupid boys. She wanted a real man, and Grant sounded like he might be the one.
    So Max had lied, told him she was eighteen, that she worked for a fashion designer and had recently broken up with her boyfriend—which sounded way cooler than saying she was sixteen and still in high school. Actually, she had just broken up with her boyfriend, so that wasn’t exactly a lie. She’d broken up with Donny because she’d caught him making out with some bleached-blond skank at Houston’s in Century City of all places. He’d said he had to go somewhere with his parents and she’d said she was staying home. But later she’d changed her mind, called up her posse, Harry and Cookie, and the three of them had gone to Houston’s for the mind-blowing ribs. And there he was, Donny Leventon—seventeen and a hunk—slobbering all over said skank, who could’ve been his mother she was so old. At least thirty . It was so utterly gross!
    Cookie had spotted him first. “Whoa! Major disaster about to happen!” she’d gasped, nudging Max. “We gotta split like now! ”
    Whereupon Max had taken in the scene and, being her mother’s daughter, acted accordingly. Without a moment’s hesitation she’d marched over to Donny’s table, picked up a glass filled with Coca-Cola and ice, and tossed the contents into his lying scumbag face. Before he could react, she was out of there, Cookie and Harry right behind her.
    After what she termed “the Houston Incident,” she’d refused to ever speak to him again. The real truth was that Donny had broken her heart—just a tiny bit. He was her first real love, and he’d let her down.
    Rejection was not something Max had ever had to deal with before, and it was hard, but eventually, when Donny came begging for her to take him back, she’d given him all the rejection she could muster. Let him see how he liked it.
    Anyway, the point was Internet Dude had asked her if she wanted to get together, and impulsively she’d said yes.
    Two days later he’d announced that he’d hired a cabin up in Big Bear for the following weekend, and she’d promised to meet him there.
    This was her move to make Donny sorry he’d ever cheated on her. Not that they’d been having sex, but they had been pretty intimate without going all the way. Now she would go all the way with Internet Dude, and then she would make sure Donny found out.