Page 43 of Powerful Deception

Plans that might be slightly darker.

One of the benefits of being the owner of the most exclusive club in the city is knowing its members. Some are politicians, some are police officers, and some are parents from your child’s school.

It’s only been a few short hours since Arianna started to babble about what Helen Baker told her at school concerning Alessandra.

When I first walked into the house and I noticed that Evelyn was there and not Arianna, I was pissed.

From the very beginning, I told Evelyn that I didn’t want Arianna picking up my daughter from school because I didn’t trust her. And it’s true, I don’t.

I didn’t trust her not to have an ulterior motive, one that included her being alone with my children. For all I knew she was planning on taking them away from me to hurt in some way.

When I was finished dealing with the shit show happening with my men and went home and noticed she wasn’t there, I about lost it.

But then when I heard her arrive and take the kids upstairs, a part of me relaxed but I was still pissed off.

So, I followed her and was going to confront her when she stopped me. Something in the way that she talked to me and the way she was handling the kids made me stop.

During the last few days, I’ve kept my distance from seeing her work. I didn’t want to get angry or be irrational, so I let Evelyn handle it.

But earlier today, I saw something that I didn’t expect to see and that was how much she cared.

I saw it in the way that she moved through the room and always kept an eye one each kid. Better yet, I heard it when she told me about her interaction with Helen Baker.

She was angry because of the woman’s words but she was more pissed off at the fact that they were directed at Alessandra.

Arianna Vitale was just as mad as I was and for some reason that stumped me to the point that I forgot about my anger toward her. So stumped that I invited her to move a few days early, versus firing her on the spot for doing something I told her not to.

Now hours later, the woman that may be in my home for reasons unknown, is moving into my house and I’m in my suite waiting for my guests to arrive.

Guests that I didn’t give fuck about seeing until I heard Arianna ramble off, then a plan came into fruition.

Being an owner has its benefits and I’m taking advantage of this one.

And given who I am, I have ears everywhere. How else would I know that Helen Baker had planned to bring a group of her friends here tonight for a bachelorette party?

A bachelorette party she had to pay ten grand to have in my club.

I look at my watch and I can’t help but smirk at the fact that my fun is about to begin.

Standing up from my seat, with my scotch in hand I walk over to the two-way window that overlooks everything and wait for the bachelorette party to arrive.

One thing I know about the moms at Alessandra’s school is that they are always on time, even to a fucking strip club.

Like clockwork, I watch a group of nine women walk in, all with a look of awe on their faces.

All of them except Helen, since she and her husband come here at least every two weeks.

I keep my eyes on them as they get escorted through the first floor and head to the elevator.

Once the group walks out of view, I continue to watch out of the window until I hear the knock ring throughout the room, not even ten minutes later.

“Mr. Rosetti, the party is all set.” The guard that escorted the group for me to the proper location, tells me.

I give him a nod. “Thank you.”

A nod of his own gets thrown in my direction and he leaves.

It’s time to pay our special guest a visit.