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Ferrari, but as M.J. had rightfully pointed out, there was hardly room for two, let alone three inside it, so they’d ended up taking Bobby’s black BMW sedan instead. Bobby could’ve easily bought himself the latest Lamborghini or Porsche, but keeping a low profile was more his style, especially as on his twenty-fifth birthday he’d inherited the lion’s share of his late father’s estate – making him even richer.
    Frankie and he never discussed money. It was one of those taboo subjects that neither of them ventured near, ever since Frankie had requested a loan early on in their friendship, and Bobby had turned him down flat. There was no way he was financing Frankie’s coke habit. Besides, Lucky had taught him that it was a big mistake to lend money. “You’ll lose a friend who’ll end up resenting you,” she’d explained. “So either give them the money and expect nothing back, or simply say no.” It was excellent advice.
    Apart from deejaying, Frankie had recently gotten what he claimed was an investment business going on the side – something that he and Annabelle had gone into together.
    Bobby and M.J. knew exactly what Frankie was up to – girls talked. But they’d decided to wait until he told them himself. Business must be booming, because Frankie’s latest acquisition – the red Ferrari – spelled out that whatever he was into was making him plenty of big bucks.
    Before they left, Bobby got on the phone to Lucky. She divided her time between Vegas, L.A., and wherever her husband Lennie happened to be on location shooting one of his movies.
    He reached her in Vegas, where she was keeping a sharp eye on The Keys, her latest creation – a magnificent hotel/apartment complex. Only open a couple of years, The Keys was already a major success.
    No surprise there – everything Lucky did always turned to gold. Being her son, Bobby had a lot to live up to – and didn’t he know it. It was one of the reasons he’d taken off for New York and done his own thing. No competition.
    Thank God it had all worked out. He had a successful club, with more on the way. A great apartment on the West Side. Friends. A crazy social life. And a mom, stepfather, two half-siblings, and various other family members he loved. Especially as they mostly lived in California and he was firmly settled in New York.
    As far as his inheritance was concerned, it was a huge responsibility – and instead of dipping into it, he’d decided not to touch it until he was older and wiser. Right now he was almost twenty-six and making it on his own. That was enough for him to feel damn good about himself. His inheritance could just sit there earning interest. It was far more rewarding and a hell of a lot better for his ego to live off the money he made himself.
    “Hey!” Lucky said over the phone, sounding delighted to hear from him. “What’s going on with my number one son?”
    “Number one son is on his way to Atlantic City for twenty-four hours of debauchery and sex,” he answered lightly.
    “Just like your grandfather!” Lucky responded. And he could imagine her smiling when she said it.
    “Seriously,” he added. “I’m taking off with M.J. and Frankie. Turning my phone to dead.”
    “I wish you wouldn’t,” Lucky said. “I hate it when I can’t reach you.”
    “Twenty-four hours, Mom.”
    “Fine,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “I won’t worry.”
    “Yeah, like you worry. Not!”
    Lucky laughed. “The only one I worry about is Brigette. Have you seen her lately?”
    “Called her a couple of days ago. She seems okay.”
    “You’re her uncle,” Lucky scolded. “I wish you’d stay in touch.”
    “Yeah, an uncle who happens to be ten years younger than her,” Bobby pointed out. “It’s not like we have a lot in common.”
    “Doesn’t matter. You know she’s a magnet for losers. Someone has to watch out for her, and I’m not there.”
    “Got it,” Bobby said, scrawling Brigette’s name on a pad