Tag: mob books

My son, Tony, tells me he's got a girl. After the Craigslist hooker tried to blackmail him, I hope he's using a little common sense with this one, but I have my doubts. Tony's a great kid, and he was going to do everything right, but after seven years of marriage and two kids, he's finding out it's not so easy. It doesn't help that my daughter-in-law is a nag, and that the house is always a mess, despite twice weekly maid service and a professional sitter. So after years of playing by the rules, Tony's suddenly on the make.

Franco had a swank party last night--supposedly in honor of some pop-star who's doing the diva round, but I never heard of the girl, and I wasn't impressed when I met her. Victor thought she looked anorexic, but then, most of these girls do. Anyway, Franco had top-notch entertainment, and we ordered some Dom, sitting upstairs in the VIP suite when a couple of working girls showed. They were lovely Eastern European girls with bad English and beautiful bodies.  Stood-up by their dates, they wanted to hang with my group--although none of my guys were buying.

Cayman Islands today to do a little banking. The thing with having money--and not all of it honestly come by--is that you have to find places to put it. So I have a meet with an international financier this morning, a man I first met when I was involved with the diamond trade. Yes, it was lucrative and pretty safe until the Asians got involved. But it's a different world today, and I can't help feeling grateful that I came of age in an era when crime still paid.

Angie and Stella are in a panic because of Hurricane Irene, but now it looks as though the storm is moving north, northeast of us. Too bad for the Bahamas--they're getting blasted today. And too bad for Angie, who plans to host a ladies luncheon on our terrace tomorrow. I already told her, "Baby, move it inside," but she has some kind of tropical theme planned and has her heart set on outdoor dining and an Atlantic view.