by Patricia Bellomo | Feb 28, 2011 | Mob Blog
No lipstick, no bling. Delray Beach, February 28, 2011
Oscar night. Not that this means anything to me, but Angie and Stella get a kick out of it. Victor and his new lady came over. Her name is Diana and she’s a nice girl. Unbelievably, he seems to be getting serious. Anyway, it was a spectacular evening, and we sat on the terrace. Victor grilled steak and shrimp, and the girls got giggly on champagne cocktails. They were really getting into this red-carpet show, critiquing the gowns. Angie kept saying the stars needed “up-do’s”. I don’t know about the hair–it’s generally not the first thing I notice on a woman, but I had to agree they looked pretty plain. Hell, Angie was wearing more jewelry watching the show than most of the stars on the red-carpet.
Victor said it best. “Geez, Lou, we must be getting old. I remember when Hollywood was glamorous, and the stars showed up in mink coats and diamond necklaces. No lipstick, either.”
For the record, Victor is younger than me, still in his forties. But he has a point. Christian Dior and Tiffany are definitely out in Hollywood. Million dollar salaries, but no lipstick and no bling! Go figure.
by Patricia Bellomo | Feb 22, 2011 | Mob Blog
Money Blues, February 24, 2011
There might still be money left in this world, but the bettors sure don’t have it. I’ve got my guy making collections on the street, and everybody’s crying the blues. It’s not like the old days when you could bust heads–nowadays, you have to be understanding and make allowances. I’ve got some good people, but I’ve heard every hardship and down on your luck story from here to Timbuktu. The fact is, you make a bet and it goes sideways, you pay.
by Patricia Bellomo | Feb 22, 2011 | Mob Blog
Some punk manhandled my girl, Miami, February 22, 2011
Some punk made a play on my girl at Franco’s last night. We were at the nightclub in South Beach–my place, but I’m a silent partner and my guy, Franco, is the front man. Franco’s is a happening place, one of the hottest on Ocean Drive, and my girl was looking hot in the little red Versace number I bought her. I was having a meet with a business acquaintance in the upstairs VIP lounge, and she and Victor’s chick were taking a tour of the place, hanging at the bar with their pink martinis when the punk made his move. He was a greased up Cuban, maybe ten years off the boat, and he was trying hard to look like Al Pacino in Scarface.
One thing you don’t do is make a play on another man’s girl. She told him right off she wasn’t interested and that her boyfriend was upstairs, and the guy persisted, started putting his hands all over her. I can’t blame the guy for looking–my girl’s got a body you wouldn’t believe–but touching is out of the question. Benny, the head bartender, caught him groping and alerted security, and they tossed him out on his ass.
He made a fuss, swearing up a storm in Spanish, and they called Miami PD and had him removed from the club. They did it all legit, documenting everything. I prefer to do it the other way, and I made sure Victor got a copy of the police report. He knows what to do.
by Patricia Bellomo | Feb 16, 2011 | Mob Blog
Back on the Stella di Mare.
Back on the Stella di Mare, Februaru 16, 2011
Home from New York and time to play! I’m on the deck of the Stella di Mare with my two favorite ladies. We’re heading south–to Miami. Victor is with me, and he’s got a taste for stone crabs so we’ll be dining at Joe’s. The girls will love it. They can wear their pretty little dresses and show off their bodies.[/dcs_p][dcs_p]
Right now the girl’s aren’t wearing much. As soon as we left the Boca Raton Yacht Club, their tops came off. They’ve been sunbathing and sipping champagne cocktails ever since, one of them telling Victor her life story. She’s getting looped, and he looks at me and gives a little shake of his head. He takes the drink out of her hand and says, “Doll, you talk too much.”[/dcs_p][dcs_p]
She falls silent, and for a few minutes all we can hear is the hum of the big engines. The air is warm and balmy, the sun sinking in the west, behind the buildings–the Miami skyline is shining gold in the dwindling light, and I wonder if this is why they call it the Gold Coast. [/dcs_p][dcs_p]Back on the Stella di Mare is written in the POV of Patricia Bellomo’s main character, mobster Louie Morelli. Patricia’s books are available at Amazon.com, B&N, and on all e-readers.
by Patricia Bellomo | Feb 11, 2011 | Mob Blog
Angie’s Valentine Surprise, February 11, 2011
I have a remarkably efficient secretary. This morning I’m at my desk when Emily comes into my office. She gives me a little smile and says, “Mr. Morelli, do I need to remind you that Monday is Valentine’s Day?”
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by Patricia Bellomo | Feb 2, 2011 | Mob Blog
Super Bowl – Good for entertainment
That’s all the Super Bowl is–entertainment. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the worst game of the year. You can’t make up any money, and you can actually lose a lot. People think I’m all hyped about it, but that’s a crock. Sure, it’s exciting, but the championship games are usually better games with more riding on them. One thing I am glad of: It’s the last game of a long and difficult season. Amen.
