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“Part of me can’t believe the party’s going on without any problems. Kat and I made a bet on which family would cause a scene first.”
“Aren’t they all supposed to be friends?”
“They are. But they’re also rivals in this city. Also, it’s the heads of the families that are friendly. Those under them, though, aren’t so inclined. Katerina had to threaten her men to ensure good behavior from them today. I’m sure the others did the same.”
“Look at you, being so knowledgeable about criminal matters.” I swallow softly as I come to a realization. “How do you do it? Be okay with who she is?”
He shrugs. “She’s mine, Gray. That’s all that matters,” he says simply.
Must be nice.
Xander grabs two glasses of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter and hands one to me. “Here, you look like you could use some of this.”
“I hate champagne,” I say, accepting the glass. “But it’s your wedding, so I might as well have some.”
“Cheers to you, Gray. I see how hard you’ve worked the past few months. You’re doing well, little brother. Thanks for being my best man,” he says, clinking our glasses together.
“No need to be so sappy,” I mutter and down the glass at once.
His words are heartwarming, but considering what I’m going through internally because of Isabella, I can’t even find it in me to be touched.
Xander chuckles. “Why did you come over, anyway?”
“Your father’s leaving,” I inform him.
“You mean our father,” he corrects before sighing. “I’ll get Kat and then we’ll go see him off.”
“I’m going to hit the bar,” I inform him.
He leaves, and I head straight for the open bar.
“Whiskey neat,” I tell the bartender.
Mikayla is notoriously nosy and I’m only at the bar for a couple of seconds before she tracks me down, sitting on the stool beside me.
“Go away, Kay.”
“Yeah, no way that’s happening,” she states. “Tell me what you were doing with that woman. She’s a Russo, right?”
“Apparently,” I mutter, feeling my chest clench.
She was right. It all makes sense now. Why she didn’t want to tell me her last name. If she had, I would have figured out who she was pretty fast. I think back to her telling me that her cousin would have found out if she ended up in a police station. Considering he’s a mob boss, I can definitely believe it. My guesses were way off.
“She’s Enzo Russo’s cousin,” I say out loud in disbelief.
For a brief second, I’m pissed, because I’m starting to realize she knew who I was. There’s no way in hell she didn’t know. She kept her identity secret, meanwhile I was spilling my guts out to her thinking she was just any other ordinary woman.
I’m too upset to be angry for long, though. My anger disappears, replaced by the searing pain in my chest.
I feel Mikayla’s eyes on the side of my face.
“You look like you’re going through it, big brother. Tell me what’s wrong. How do you know her?”
I call for another glass of whiskey and it’s placed in front of me. After taking a gulp, I decide to reply to my sister. She’s not going to leave until I do.
“She and I met three months ago. In Boulder.”
Her eyes widen. “She’s the woman you were stuck with during the snowstorm?”
