The latest in the adventures of Collins’ lady mobster with a heart of platinum, Lucky Santangelo.
When we last left Lucky (Goddess of Vengeance, 2011, etc.) she was extricating her children from scrapes and fighting off a hostile takeover attempt by the Middle Eastern kingdom of Akramshar on her Las Vegas showplace, The Keys. Nothing much has changed except that gorgeous, canny, and sexy Lucky continues to age in reverse. A prologue reveals that since Armand, the favorite son of Akramshar’s King Emir, was assassinated at The Keys, Emir has vowed revenge on the entire Santangelo clan. The first salvo arrives as Lucky is preparing for another Vegas reunion with her former mob boss father, Gino. The ever feisty nonagenarian is gunned down, execution style, while on his daily power walk in Palm Springs, and Lucky finds an anonymous embossed card reading “Vengeance” in his desk. Lucky’s son, Bobby, opening his new nightclub in Chicago, is slipped a roofie by a call girl—for whose murder he is subsequently framed. Lucky immediately suspects a link between Gino’s killing and Bobby’s predicament, but her private detective informs her the attack on Bobby was probably intended to ensnare Bobby’s girlfriend, Denver, a Los Angeles district attorney who's attempting to bring down Alejandro, son of Pablo Diego, another of Collins’ hate-worthy drug-czar villains. As for Lucky’s daughter, 18-year old Max, a breakthrough Italian modeling gig has turned into “something of a nightmare,” an atypical (for Collins) understatement. For some reason, Lucky doesn’t wonder who else might have had it in for the Santangelos. As readers wait breathlessly for Lucky to catch on, a stable of has-beens and hopefuls, including Willow, a tabloid-tarnished former starlet trying to fellate her way to a career restart, and Rafael, the illegitimate son Pablo underestimates at his peril, adds spice to Collins’ usual stew of Hollywood depravity.
Collins’ dim view of human nature never fails to entertain.