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“But you’re here, aren’t you? You sought me out at a party like this in order to talk to me. Which means I’m doing something right.”
“You’re fucking pissing me off,” I say.
“I haven’t even started,” he says, his eyes flashing. “In a few minutes, you’ll get a call or a text whatever. Better prepare yourself.”
“What happened between you and my father?” I question.
“Honestly? Nothing. Your father was a good man. He helped me out and he’s the reason I’m where I’m at today. But I’ve got orders from the higher-ups to curb the crime rate in the city, and that starts with kicking you D’Angelos out. If you’ve got something interesting to make me look the other way, I’d be happy to hear it.”
That was exactly the opening I was looking for, but my eyes narrow. He’s not a trustworthy man. Not even in the slightest. My phone pings with a text and I open it.
“Motherfucker,” I swear, reading the text from Carlo. A weapons deal just fell through.
Richardson chuckles. “You might want to go take care of that, D’Angelo. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around."
He turns around, effectively dismissing me. My jaw grinds but I know there’s nothing I can do to him right now.
I head over to Daniella. She pauses in her conversation, moving to stand in front of me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Business, baby. We need to leave.”
She frowns, eyes shifting behind her to the woman she was talking to.
“I want to stay. I haven’t seen Cara in years and we’re catching up.”
“Daniella,” I say, ready to fight.
“You can go, Christian. I’ll be fine. Plus, Bronx is outside and I’ll call him if I need anything. Just go, okay?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. I really don’t want to leave her, but I have to go. She reaches up to kiss my cheek.
“I’ll be fine, Christian,” she assures me.
“Okay,” I breathe.
One light kiss on her lips and then I’m gone.
CHAPTER25
Daniella
“Ican’t believe that gorgeous man is your fiancée,” Cara sighs.
We were friends in high school, but most of my friendships from back then fizzled out, with most of them moving away from New York, either abroad or to another state for college. Cara spent four years in Brazil and only just returned a few weeks ago. Her dad’s a congressman and her mom owns a non-profit charity organization. Her grandfather’s General Colby. This party’s in his honor, which is why she’s here.
“Trust me, I find it hard to believe on occasion,” I tell her with a smile.
“You seem happy, though. I’ve heard some rumors,” she says worriedly.
“I am happy,” I quickly assure her. “My relationship with Christian is amazing.”
It feels like I’m constantly having to defend us, and honestly, I’m getting a little sick and tired of it. But I understand that if I was on the outside looking in, I would definitely have some worries as well. Especially since it’s in relation to someone I care about.
“I’m glad,” Cara says warmly.
Her mother beckons her over and she gives me an apologetic look.
