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whether he was angry at Selange for leaving without more bodyguards or because she was with Franky . He determined it was a combination of the two. T he risk of traveling at night with one bodyguard was madness. H igh profile club s like El Brava attracted tourists , celebrities and was a proverbial hot-spot for mid-level criminals in the drug trade.
    Frustrated he sighed, “ Que estas haciendo a mi bebe …w hat are you doing to me babe?
    Emilio stood by his boss’ expensive custom detailed Audi Hybrid. Th e shiny red color and sleek design he considered a work of automotive art. The car was extremely fast and he envisioned himself speeding down the interstate with a hot chick in the passenger seat. He spotted his boss emerge from the house dressed in a dapper suit as usual and he moved aside . There was trouble written all over the chiseled face and Emilio wondered what the hell happened?
    Alfonzo reached for the driver’s side door handle and Emilio wondered if he were riding solo. When Alfonzo settled behind the wheel and sped off without a word , Emilio got his answer. He stared after the Audi as it screeched into the night toward the Isle de Verde . Emilio ran to the security desk to enquire where Alfonzo was going. The guard on post didn’t seem to know but guessed he might be heading to El Brava. Emilio jogged up the drive, he needed to wake Vincent A-S-A-P .
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    S handa danced with her third partner of the night as Selange and Franky watched from a booth in the main lounge. A n eclectic mix of clubbers moved about the sophisticated night spot located inside the Wyndham Hotel. T he VIP lounge was packed . The manager knew her by name although she’d visited the club only twice, each time with her husband. He extended an invitation to the VIP rooms but she declined and settled for a booth facing the dance floor . The manager sent a complimentary bottle of champagne to their table and she wondered about his show of deference then remembered , of course it was due to Alfonzo.
    Franky opened the champagne and poured, “You don’t want to offend the host,” he advised as he passed her a fluted glass. He poured one for himself and drank it then smiled, “It’s the good stuff.”
    Selange tasted it, “It’s bitter.”
    Franky laughed. Obviously she wasn’t a drinker. He forgot. “Come on why don’t we go dance. You know you want to. I see your feet tapping.”
    “Maybe later.” She said looking around at the smiling carefree revelers. The party atmosp here was a distraction but inside she missed her husband. Missed laughing and being with him . She wondered where their marriage turned and why she hadn’t seen it.
    Franky noticed the melancholy seeping through the usually vibrant woman and spoke, “Why the glum face?”
    She waved her hand then took another sip of the champagne, “Just thinking…nothing serious.”
    He heard her and Shanda talking. Apparently , she and her husband had a major dispute . He hated to see her night wrecked by it. The time spent with Selange gave him an opportunity to see her many amazing qualities and if her husband didn’t appreciate her then he was nothing but a jerk in his opinion.
    “Hey, tell you what. One dance then if you still want to sit and sulk I’ll sulk with you. What about it?”
    The pretty hazel eyes sparkled, “You’re not going to quit are you?”
    A shrug, “My job is to watch over you. I take it seriously.”
    The dimple became more prominent, “Okay, let’s go. One dance! ”
    Franky visually searched out her friend as a precaution , a fter all he was responsible for them both . T onight Shanda was out on the jam packed floor dancing and having the time of her life . She was doing fine . His focus returned to the prettier woman at his side and he took her hand as they joined the crowd.
    A romantic song caused her to blush, “Can you believe this?”
    “It’s music. We can still dance to it.” He took her waist and his finger gripped the silk