Chpt.15

Hmmm… how do I get in. I wasn't expecting there to be a party with a big security guard in front of the entrance with a list of names. I smiled as an idea formed into my mind. I went into a small restaurant next door to use the bathroom again. Luckily I still had my party dress in my bag, and some other disguises. I took off my glasses and put contacts on, that made my eyes look green. I kept my blond wig on and touched up my face to make me look at least twenty one. I was happy that I was always tall. I threw on the dress and looked into the mirror. I was overjoyed to see a totally different person in it. I walked out of the bathroom and found myself being stared at by some men.

Yep it worked. I am no longer a fifteen year old girl. I'm a twenty one year old woman. As I walked up to the security guard, he seemed unshaken by my appearance and asked,

"name?" I knew what I was to do.

"oh it's… it's… ah… ah… achoo!" I sneezed, throwing myself forward knocking into the man. I glimpsed quickly at the clipboard at a name without a checkmark. "I'm so sorry sir." I said trying to sound as old as possible. "My name is Meghan Luciani." The man checked the clip board and nodded his head.

"This way Ms. Luciani." he said letting me pass into the door. I nodded my head thanks and I walked into the room. There was a bar and people were dancing. What I expected a night club to be. I knew there was most likely some sort of room that would be in the back that the meeting would most likely be. I tried making my way to the back when some guy with brown hair stopped me.

"Hey sweetie want to dance?" he grinned. I was not in any mood to dance so I quickly replied,

"No thanks." as I brushed by him. I still was headed to the back, when he got in front of me again.

"Do you want me to buy you a drink?" he questioned again. This guy was starting to bug me.

"No thanks. I'm looking for some one." I said trying to get him to back off. The guy walked away to the bar. There was a door at the back but again it was blocked by a guard. Before I could think of something the brown haired guy was back.

"So what's your name?" he question.

Ummm none of your business. What does this guy want with me? "Meghan Luciani." I answered reluctantly. He nodded his head.

"You're a bit late for the meeting. I was waiting for you. Name's Carlo Bolero." he explained as he pulled me past the guard into the room. There, men and women sat at a table. There were two seats empty, one for me and the other for the Carlo guy.

"Meghan, you are late." a man at the head of the table said dryly.

"Ugh, sorry, there was a problem with the car." I said, hoping that was buyable. The man shrugged and Carlo and I took a seat. The man at the head of the table started talking,

"As you all know, I am Luis Bolero, and all of you are from other crime families. I am here to propose a joining of our families." I now understood. I was some sort of an ambassador for a small crime family. I felt like I was being watched. Not by the crime families but above. I secretly looked up and could make out two figures in the shadows. I knew who they were and I could tell that they knew it was me. The conversation was a bit boring and I was happy most of the conversation was the Bolero family, and the Celio Family bickering. About thirty minutes went by and the bickering was over.

"Now which family would like to join us?" Luis questioned.

"I for one, am leaving!" exclaimed the Celio man.

"Suit yourself." Luis shrugged. Luis nodded to Carlo. Before I could wonder what the signal was for it was all made clear. Carlo drew a gun and shot the Celio representative in the leg.

"Does anyone else not want to join?" questioned Luis. The room was silent except for Celio's groaning. Suddenly the door flung open and woman who looked beat up entered the room.

"I'm Meghan Luciani and I had to fight my way in because the guard said that I was lying! Some one here is an imposture!" she screamed. Carlo looked at me and Luis drew a gun out of his pocket, and pointed it in my face.

"So Ms. Luciani, is there something you're not telling us?"