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Trey and I jump out of the vehicle and jog quickly down to the street corner, not feeling overly safe since the black sedan is still somewhere in the vicinity. “I wonder who was in the car,” I ask as we round the corner and come to the famous gold doors of Trump Tower.
“I’m willing to bet that one of them is the blond spikey haired dude, The Ghost or whatever they call him,” Trey replies, looking back over his shoulder. “That fucker creeps me out.”
Chapter 11
Trey
After having dinner and getting everyone settled at Trump Tower, I spend nearly forty minutes with Aileen and her mother trying to convince them to stay put. I understand their need to make funeral arrangements, but Bill’s body won’t even be available for at least two more days. In an attempt to appease them, I give them an iPad and pull up a couple sites where they can research vault and casket options as well as flower arrangements.
Honestly, I’m anxious to escape back to the St. Regis for some alone time with Mandy. It’s literally one block between the two buildings, but Anthony insists that he will be coming along as a chaperone. We finally make it out the door and into the common area, when we are stopped dead in our tracks by a conversation that Mom is having with Crusher.
“Can I touch it?” she is asking him, as she reaches for one of his exposed biceps. “I have honestly never seen anything so huge.” If I had simply heard her request without seeing what was going on, my mind would’ve went straight into the gutter. “Do you lift weights constantly or what?” she adds, running her hand along the top of his bulging muscle.
“Three or four times a week,” he grunts, beaming with pride.
“That’s amazing. How much do you eat?” she continues with her inquisitive line of questioning.
“Everything I can get my hands on,” he snarls, giving her a wink.
“That’s sad… I just look at food and I gain a pound or two.” She snickers and shakes her head, still focusing on his arm.
“Maybe you’ll have to join me at the gym and we can turn that around for you,” he suggests lowering his arm and taking her hand in his as if he’s going to ask her to dance.
“I’m almost fifty,” Mom replies, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “I was never one to frequent the gym, even when I was young and in better shape.” She turns to the side and her eyes meet mine. “Trey! Can you believe the arms on this guy? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Yeah, I thought he looked like the incredible hulk without the green makeup,” Mandy chimes in before I have a chance to speak.
“Oh, but he is much more handsome,” Mom counters, apparently trying to see if she can make him blush. “Although, I’ll bet those veins in your neck really bulge when you are angry,” she adds touching one of them. “I would never want to see that.”
“No one does, because they usually end up dead,” Anthony tells her as we proceed out into the common area. “I’m going to escort Trey and Mandy over to the St. Regis. I know they think I’m being overprotective, but I would rather be too careful.”
“That’s why I’m sticking close to Crusher,” Mom replies, still beaming. “I’ve never felt more safe and secure.”
“I don’t think that’s all you’re feeling, Mom.” I throw her a sideways glance.
“Oh stop!” she scoffs, slapping me on the arm as I pass by. “I’m just having a little fun.”
“I know. So am I,” I tell her, reaching out to give her a one-arm hug. “I’m glad Tyler is back home. He seems to be better than he has been in a long time.”
“Yeah, I think losing his memory might turn out to be a blessing for both he and Vanessa,” she says with a reserved smile. “I’m hoping they will go ahead with the knee replacement within a few weeks. I know they are nervous about having to put him on pain killers again, though.”
“Pain killers might be a bad thing in the short run, but longer term he will be much better off,” I tell her, giving her one more squeeze. “We’ll see you guys in the morning.”
I slip my arm around Mandy’s waist and guide her straight to the elevator. My goal is to get out of here before anyone else decides they need something from us. I’m no longer worried about anyone’s safety since Bolt, Crusher, Gator and Romeo are all staying here for the night.
“How do I look, boss?” Romeo yells across the room as he comes jogging toward us.
