Zaroff Gorban was arrested for multiple murders—including the killings of Mamie and Bone. His uncle Serge was also arrested, for possession of an unlicensed weapon—the Uzi—and for assisting a minor in a kidnapping plot.
Zaroff couldn’t remember any of it.
Michael’s lawyer in New York provided the police with enough evidence to prove that Michael had nothing to do with Stella and her boyfriend’s murder. One of the most pertinent pieces of evidence was the tape of Mamie’s phone call to Michael—boasting how she’d set him up. Rule one in business: always tape important calls. Michael always did.
Vincent—with temptation staring him in the face—had resisted Jolie’s considerable charms and decided to give Jenna one last chance.
Jenna, a wiser girl because of her experiences with Andy Dale, matured overnight and became the daughter-in-law that Dani had always wanted.
Vincent decided that he’d better knock her up soon, if only to keep her out of trouble.
Sofia did a photo session for Gianni in Rome. And then, as promised, he bought her a ticket home to America.
Two days later he phoned to inform her that the camera loved her, and that she was to become the new Gianni Jeans spokesmodel.
Sofia kind of got off on the idea. It sure beat bumming around Europe.
Jolie talked Nando out of the strip club business. This was after Nando had been involved in a drug bust at the Manray, along with Darren Simmons and Leroy Fortuno. Once that had taken place, it was an easy task to put a bad vibe on the whole idea.
She was grateful that Vincent had not fallen for her charms. After all, Nando was the man she’d married. And the truth was that Nando was the man she loved.
Madison suffered a mild concussion, many cuts and bruises, and a broken wrist. How surprised she was, when the fire rescue team hauled her up from the bottom of the hill, to find Michael there.
“Daddy!” she’d gasped. “I knew you’d come riding up on your white horse.”
“It was a black limo actually,” he’d said, grinning. “And how come you’re calling me Daddy?”
“ ’Cause I kind of like it. Do you mind?”
“No, sweetheart, I don’t mind at all.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“It’s a long story.”
A muscle-bound paramedic helped her into the ambulance. “Not another long story?” she groaned. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Well,” he’d said, grinning again, “I do have a couple more surprises . . .”
Michael flew back to Vegas immediately after the shootings. To Dean’s chagrin, he was just in time to stop Dani from marrying him.
And so Dani and Michael had a June wedding at their son’s hotel.
Dani, exquisite in a pale cream Valentino wedding gown, gazed at her husband-to-be. Michael was more good-looking than ever in an Armani tuxedo. Tall, dark, and handsome. He never changed.
Everyone they loved was present at the wedding, including old friends like Tina and Max with their kids. And Charlie with his wife. And of course, Warner and Karl.
Sofia sat next to her brother, Vincent, while Madison was surrounded by her best friends, Natalie, Jamie, and Cole.
She watched as her father married the beautiful blond woman. They weren’t exactly a family yet. But one day they would be.