Domenic Luppino
I was all ready to go to the flamingo to see my angel, my Tiara, which I didn’t know that someone had gotten to her before I had. I walked in all smiles. It was so quiet. Where the hell was she?
I looked at big Bob who was drowning in a beer. “Bob.”
He looked up, and his eyes were red like he hadn’t slept for a week. “Dom, what are you doing here?”
“It’s Saturday night Bob, I’ve just returned from my business trip and I need to unwind.” I looked around. “Where’s everyone Bob? “It’s Saturday night. Why isn’t anyone working?”
“We’re closed, Dom.” He answered, blatantly.
“Where is Tiara?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” I asked.
“A lot of s**t went down last night, Dom.”
“What do you mean?”
“Someone hired the VIP room and specifically asked for
