Codename: Bonnie and Clyde 9.2

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Rockcity Rapland 9.2

Chapter 9: Secrets and Lies

 9.2 The Social Club: Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

“I’m here aren’t I? Angelo said angrily as he glared at his uncle.

Geno nodded his head, “Okay.” “But I would watch that attitude son I have killed men for less.” He said as he walked away leaving Angelo bruiting against the wall.

Angelo watched from the back of the room as a woman got on stage, grabbed the mike and began to speak over the PA system. The woman notified everyone that the cocktail hour was over and ordered them all into the dining room for dinner. “Good this thing almost over.” Angelo mumbled as he followed everyone into the next room.

There were several lavishly decorated tables with name places all over the room. Angelo slowly maneuvered his way through the crowd of people to the seat with his name on it. His chair was right in between his cousin Alejandro and his Uncle Carmine. “Angelo where you been?’ his uncle Carmine asked as he sat down.

“Around.” Angelo said.

“There are a lot of cute girls here I hope you got some numbers.” Carmine laughed as he nudged Angelo in the ribs.

“Nah I didn’t even notice.” Angelo said as he looked over at Camilla who quickly looked away.

When everyone had a taken a seat waiters and waitresses filed out from the kitchen carrying bottles wine. Each waiter and waitress poured guests a glass of wine then made their way back to the kitchen. Then almost immediately returned with appetizers. Camilla was amazed; the dinner was flowing like a well-oiled machine. “Wow this looks delicious.” Camilla said as the waiter sat the plate of food in front of her.

After every guest had an appetizer in front of them a woman got on stage and introduced herself. “Good evening everyone its me again.” The woman laughed. “I’m Veronica Foster my husband Charles Foster is the president of the Union Social Club and I will be your emcee tonight.” She said. We are very honored to be celebrating with you all the initiation of our new inductees tonight.” She said with a smile. “And now I want to introduce Chef Bonnay the very talent chef in charge of your meals tonight.” She said as she handed the chef the mike and sat down.

“Good evening everyone what you have in front of you is a Pan-Seared Foie Gras with Figs and Port Wine Sauce paired with a red wine please enjoy.” Chef Bonnay said then he put down the mike and returned back to the kitchen.

Camilla unfolded her napkin and placed it in her lap. She picked up her fork and dug into the beautiful prepared foie gras. The she took a dainty forkful and put in in her mouth. Camilla savored her first bite like it was her last it was the best thing she had ever tasted in her life. “Is it good?” Alejandro smiled as he watched her eat.

“Its amazing.” Camilla said. “You know I always use to watch cooking shows and dream about eating all the things I knew I would never taste.” She said. “My mother and father gave up so much to be together they relinquished money, power and even family.” She told him. “We weren’t rich, we weren’t poor but we were happy.” Camilla said with a sad smile. “I’m wrong for liking this version of life better?” she asked.

 “No.” Alejandro laughed as he shook his head. 

I Know Your Type 9.2

Chapter 9: Ninety-Nine Problems

9.2 Unsuspecting Victim: Sweet Emotion

Dawn got into the drivers seat of her black Range Rover then shut and locked her door. She nervously looked around the parking lot as she slowly unlocked her glove compartment. Dawn took out a black leather wallet filled with several fakes ID’s and picked one from the bunch. “I guess I’ll be Chantal Riverton tonight.” She said with a mischievous grin as she put the wallet back into the glove compartment. Dawn took out a pair of green colored contacts from her center console and put them on. She was pleased as she stared at herself in the rearview mirror.

“Okay Chantal lets do this.” She said as she put her key in the ignition and started up her car.

Dawn lived for the moments when she could dress to kill. She loved the art of seduction. She appreciated the well-calculated moves it took to seduce a man and get him to leave the club with you. Dawn felt like an actress when met a victim and revenge was her motivation. She divulged herself into each character she played. Each character’s backstory was extensive and detail.

Chantal Riverton was an aspiring actress and waitress men loved those types. They loved a woman that was in need and struggling because she had lower standards. She could be talked into doing almost anything for money if she was hungry enough and Dawn was insatiable.

She amazed herself at how well she played the damsel in distress that would do anything for the right man with the right amount of funds. It was almost criminal how well she played on each man emotions it was really a talent she had. You had to be able to see what each man desired and be that. Some men wanted a hoe and a one-night stands others wanted a loving, caring break from responsibility and their nagging wives. Dawn was what whatever she needed to be until she wasn’t and when she wasn’t she was dangerous.

Dawn pulled into the parking a lot of club Vibe and parked in the rear. She checked her make up in her visor mirror and reapplied her lipstick. When she was satisfied with her appearance she closed her visor and got out of the car. From the moment her stilettos hit the pavement Dawn was on go. She was no longer Dawn Malawi forensic scientist she was Chantal Riverton sultry actress.

Dawn twisted her hips with vigor as she treated the parking lot like a runway. Her attention was focused on the entrance to the club as men hooted and hollered at her. Dawn would only pay attention to one man the entire night and that man had to fit her criteria, taken and trifling. Dawn sashayed passed the line of people outside the club and right up too the door man and handed him her ID.

“You good.” He smiled without even looking at her ID as he lifted the velvet rope.

“Thank you.” Dawn said with a seductive smile as she went into the club.

As Dawn made her way to the bar she began to attract onlookers and catcalls. Dawn ignored the unwanted and unappreciated advances as she took a seat at the bar. “Can I buy you drink” A deep manly voice asked.

Dawn turned to her left to see a handsome, dark haired man in a very expensive suit and wedding ring on his finger. “Yes if its okay with your wife.” She said as she smiled at him.

“Oh this.” He laughed nervously gesturing to his ring. “I’m divorced I just don’t have the heart to take it off just yet.” He said.

 “Is that so?” Dawn grinned.