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“No. But he is my ex, though. You know about him,” I state.
“Ah. So he’s the dumbass that was unable to choose you when he had the chance. What happened? Are you not allowed to date men who work for your family?”
“You know who he is?”
“His name is Jason Reid, he’s thirty-two years old. He’s your cousin’s right-hand man. He’s British but came to the U.S. a couple of years ago with your cousin and hasn’t left since. I don’t think he has any family members, or at least none that I could find. His social security number is?—”
“That’s enough,” I cut in. “Isn’t it illegal to look through people’s private information?”
“Sure,” Graham replies, leaning back in his chair. He’s not even fazed.
“Did you look into me?”
He shakes his head. “I figured out your number but that’s it, Sunshine. Believe it or not, I don’t make a habit of looking through people’s private information. But your friend’s existence was pissing me off and I needed to find out everything I could about him for my sanity.”
I sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. “What do you want from me, Graham?”
He looks at me. “Honestly? I don’t know. But how about we start with an explanation? Tell me what happened at the wedding. Why were you so upset?”
My eyes meet his, and I exhale softly. “The truth is, I’ve always known who you were, Gray. From the minute you told me your last name.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“When I was saying goodbye to you three months ago, I knew it wouldn’t be hard to find you again. And when I heard about your brother’s wedding a couple of weeks ago, I decided that was my chance.”
“So you did come to the wedding to see me?” he asks curiously.
“Yeah. But then I overheard your conversation with your sister in the hallway. I was looking for you but you weren’t in the ballroom. Then I noticed your sister stepping outside to get you, and I followed her. I heard the two of you talking about the mafia families.”
Graham’s jaw tightens. I like that he immediately realizes what I’m talking about.
“What were you doing there?”
“That’s not the point,” I state. “Do I need to rehash everything I heard or are we at an understanding?”
He doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. His eyes are still on my face as he leans back. His expression is thoughtful, skeptical.
“What?” I ask, when he remains silent. “You don’t have anything to say?”
“I’m thinking,” he murmurs.
“About?”
“How I’m going to convince you I was talking out of my ass.”
My chest tightens. “Graham…”
“No, listen. I remember what I said and I get why you might be upset about it.”
“I’m not upset,” I retort.
“You are,” he states. “And I understand. You heard me saying that I wanted nothing to do with the mafia. Which would be a problem considering you’re….” He trails off.
“A mafia princess,” I finish for him. “I’m as entrenched into the mafia as anyone can be. It’s my family’s legacy. It’s all I’ve known since the moment I was born. I’m a Russo, Graham. That’s never going to change.”
A muscle ticks in Graham’s jaw. “You don’t have to be so melodramatic about it.”
I can tell he’s finally starting to see things from my angle. And he does not like that.
