THREE COCKTAILS LATER, I was incredibly tipsy and was having second thoughts about getting on stage. Especially after watching Cody act like some kind of a bigshot with the strippers. I wanted so badly to throw him off of his game.
“Gee, I wonder where he got all of that money?” Jackie said dryly as we watched Cody pull out his wallet again.
I shook my head in disgust.
She looked at me. “Do you really think Tony would stoop that low?”
“Honestly, it’s possible,” I replied, not wanting to admit it. I wasn’t an i***t. Many times, I’d heard my father on the phone with some of his business associates; he was definitely a shrewd and intimidating man when he wanted to be. The guys who worked for him were menacing, too. I had a feeling that if they were paid enough, they wouldn’t think twice a
