Page 47 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

But her glowing gown also held a surprise.

If anyone grabbed her, all she had to do was close her fingers into a fist, and her attacker would be jolted by an electric current.

As they started towards the entrance they spied two attractive women dressed as 19th century courtesans standing at either side of open gates. Each held a tablet and were checking in the guests as they arrived. A short distance away were burly, unsmiling security guards.

“Do you really think we can get in?” Phoebe whispered.

“In a heartbeat,” Donovan replied. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Manny came out here to greet us personally. Just remember, don’t let it slip that you’re a nurse.”

“I won’t, though I can’t imagine he’d associate that awful night with me.”

“Always err on the side of caution, especially when you’re dealing with people like Manny Trubello.”

“Good evening, sir,” the young woman said with a smile as they approached. “May I have your name, please?”

“We won’t be on your list. Please let Manny know Donovan Blake is here.”

“Oh, uh, yes, sir. Bart?” she called, waving to the security guard nearest her.

“Is there a problem?” the man asked, glaring at Donovan as he strode forward.

“No problem. This gentleman has asked me to let Mr. Trubello know he’s here.”

“Name?” the man demanded, his grim expression unchanged.

“Donovan Blake.”

“Stand to the side.”

As the beefy thug turned away Donovan saw him lift a phone from his pocket and make a call. But he was only gone for a moment before he turned back. His frown was gone and he had the suggestion of a smile.

“Welcome to the MCT Estate,” he exclaimed marching towards them. “Mr. Trubello has asked that you wait for him by the castle in the lobby.”

“The castle?”

“Yes, sir. It’s actually a huge cake.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir, have a good evening.”

“Goodness,” Phoebe muttered as they moved through the gate and down the path to the home. “This is some party. Look at all the lights and decorations.”

“I’m sure you’ve attended plenty of big events.”

“I have, but this is over the top.”

“Guys like Manny love to show off. They want everyone to know how much money they have. It’s a power trip more than anything.”

The double doors leading into the house were open, and as they drew closer they could see the magnificent fortress.

“I can’t believe that’s a cake,” Phoebe exclaimed. “It’s huge, and look at the detail. It’s gorgeous.”

“I wonder how many hours were spent baking and decorating, and how do you even go about constructing something like that?”

“I can’t imagine,” she replied.

“Ah, Donovan Blake! I’m so glad you decided to come by. It’s about time we finally met,” Manny declared, striding up to greet them.

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