Date: Mon, 8 Jun 1998 13:28:54 GMT From: Robyn Harris Organization: Wesleyan College Subject: Re: [WRITERS] INT:Goldman Pictures, Luck be a lady tonight... J. Hall,jhall@LEMOORENET.COM,Internet writes: > When the plane touched down a little man in a tight dinner jacket met >us >with a car. > "Welcome to Las Vegas, Mrs Hinton," he groveled >. > "Welcome yourself, Frenchie. Where the hell is my uncle?" He led them down the carpet to the car. He opened the door and Lareine practically jumped in. Tony sat in the seat facing them. Jeff gave a resigned sigh and settled back. The door slammed shut. "Uncle Tony! You have gone to an all new low this time." Jeff put a hand on her forearm, hoping to quiet her down. She shrugged it off. "You shot at us! You tried to have me killed! You bastard." Her heel caught Tony's shin. He grabbed it, yelped with pain and then looked at her. "Lareine!" Jeff looked at Tony, terrified, she was going to get them killed right here, he thought. "Not to worry, Detective, our family dynamic is like this," Tony sat up straight. "Lareine, I demand to know your intentions with this man. I can't have you running around like a trollop." "Of course not," she shot fire at him with her eyes. "But you will go around gambling my inheritance right out the window with a common gangster!" "He's no common gangster, I can assure you of that." "His best friend was deported to Italy. He was Charlie "Lucky" Luciano. Do you know what he did to --" "Shut up for once, Lareine. I've got the game. Don't worry." "How can I help but worry?" She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "By the way. I took care of your contract. With the studio, that is. You don't have to worry about being a contract player anymore." "You've been one step ahead of us the whole time, haven't you?" Jeff looked at Tony. "I try to be a good Uncle to my impetuous little ward." Lareine mumbled something that sounded obscene. "She hates it." The look she gave him confirmed Tony's statement. The rest of the car ride was silence. They arrived at Tony's hotel and proceeded to the back, where Tony was frisked them led into a large room. Lareine and Jeff went through the same search and were let in. The crowd in the room looked like a who's who in crime. Sitting at the table was Meyer Lansky. He was short, with a long, hooked, nose and dark brooding eyes. He had a good smile, though, and Lareine said so. He stood up. "Tony! This must be your niece and her...?" "Fiance," Lareine supplied. "What a shame," a tall attractive man behind Meter said. "Let me introduce you to two of my closest friends in the world. Ben Siegel and Frank Costello." Siegel was the outspoken one. He took Lareine's hand and brushed his lips across the knuckles. "Not often we get someone as beautiful as you in here." Costello nodded towards her, "Hello." Lareine took one look into his deep brown eyes and fell hopelessly in lust. Jeff knew the look crossing her face. He pulled her away, "We just need A second." He pulled her to the corner of the room where they could get some measure of privacy. "Let's get married." "Oh, Jeff. You don't want to marry me." Her voice spoke to him but her eyes were locked on Costello. "Besides, you are already married. The divorce isn't final, remember?" "You're right, of course, but..." He looked upwards and then back at her. "You like him don't you?" "He's so basic. And he smells like a man." "I'm hurt." Her eyes locked with Jeff's, "Of course you do, too." She kissed him gently on the cheek. "But I just had an idea of how to get rid of my Uncle. And Frank Costello is the key to this plan. Trust me?" "How many times have I heard that from your mouth in the last few days?" TO BE CONTINUED... ************************************************** Robyn Alyson tHe OnLy DiFfErEnCe BeTwEeN FaNtAsY aNd ReAlItY iS pErCePtIoN