Ruby That he is and his bad boy image is just really hot!!
Roswell4ever1 I'm glad you like it, it's one of my favourites too!!!
This is rather long but I wanted you to have a good idea what he's like...
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Alejandro</center>
"No Sandro!" I say loudly into my cell phone while speeding through the city. I can't believe my brother. Why does he
always try to make me mad? I mean I sure as hell don't fight with him because I'm bored. I have better things to do than that like actually being at my new club on opening night.
"I'm not having a fight with you again over that, Alejandro!" he says when I turn right. The line of cars before the entrance is huge. I just hope the parking service is working or otherwise someone is having big trouble.
"Listen to me Sandro. You explain to our mother
why you just left the country
without explaining it to her or anyone else in the family and then we can talk." Of course it is mean to blackmail him into staying, but it's what you have to do sometimes. I drive to the front of the line and ignore the hooting behind me.
"But Alejandro-" I can't stand his begging at the moment I mean what is he 12 years old?
"Stop being a boy Sandro. You're 22 damnit. You're a man, behave like one for god's sake." That said I close my cell phone while stopping the car and getting out. I throw the keys to a boy wearing the white uniform my sister selected and I stop him when he walks past me.
"Look.." I pause to read his name on his name tag "...Jonathan, I want you to know that this car cost me a lot of money and there better be not a single scratch on it when I pick it up later. Understood?" I've perfected the art of intimidating speaches and looks and I know I've succeded in doing so again when he nods and stutters a 'yes sir'.
I nod and walk past him quickly hoping that Tony has everything under control. I sigh when I think about Tony, I would have never given him the job. You just shouldn't do business with family because in the end if something goes wrong it's just not so easy to get rid of them. But when my uncle and my father decided that Tony needed to be more responsible and this club was the best way of doing so, I could do nothing more than agree. You just don't fight with my father.
I see him standing in front of the door between two big and bulky bouncers. Tony sees me and walks towards me when I start to make my way through the crowd. Damnit why can't these people understand that if they aren't on the guest list they just won't get in. I meet my cousin in the middle after I shoved around twenty people out of my way. I nod at him as a greating and just keep on walking after all there's no reason for anyone to know that we're related.
Once we're inside he starts ranting on and on about how well everything is going and that this is as best as it can be. I decide to say nothing for the beginning until I've had a look myself.
We walk to the office which has a large two way mirror so that we can watch the crowd. I know that this silence is making Tony crazy and even more nervous. I had this really long talk with him before I gave him the job and even though he is five years older than me he behaved like a 15 year old kid.
"So what do you think?" he says nervously when I haven't turned around from the mirror for about ten minutes. Why can't some people just enjoy the silence?
I don't turn around when I answer him.
"Well it's not bad Tony..." I hear him let out a breath he was obviously holding in "...but why is there a seventeen year old kid sitting at the bar?"
With that I turn around and look disappovingly at my cousin.
He tries to explain but all I can see is his mouth opening and closing.
"Well Tony. It better not happen again you hear me?"
He nods and says that he'll throw her out immediatly but I just shake my head.
"No Tony. You see this was your fault and why should this girl have her fun spoiled when it was you who made the mistake?" He nods and gulps when my voice hits avery low tone "Now come over hear and tell me if there's anyone important here?"
He stands next to me and points out to a group of woman all wearing rather expensive clothes and then to the few men who are standing with them. I nod from time to time but have my hands behing my back.
"..And that guy in the booth back there is Michael Guerin. Won the lottery and is richer than rich." He seems rather proud because there's finally something he did right but I guess I'll have to disappoint him.
"And why is he sitting there all alone? Didn't I tell you about greeting the important guests? It's something called courtesy." I say and turn around to make my way to Mr. Guerin. There's not one thing that I don't have to do myself.
