Page 95 of Mob Star

“What do you mean my dad suspects something?”

“My guys say he looks around a moment longer than needed when he gets in and out of his car. If he’s with your mom, he makes sure she’s half a step ahead of him to protect her back.”

“He’s barely in any shape to go anywhere right now.” He should rest as much as he can.

“Before the accident.”

“Accident my ass.”

“I didn’t want to freak you out and call it an attack.” He looks contrite for choosing the wrong word.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. It probably would have freaked me out rather than mildly annoyed me. What’s going to happen?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I think it’s time I met your parents. They need to know how you feel about me. Do they know about the brick?”

“No. They know Uncle Corey came by to see me and that he was going to go to Jamie’s afterward. My dad would have lost his ever-loving mind if he knew about that.”

“We need to tell them everything we can. If your dad rode with a club, he’ll recognize who I am without me having to give my name. He’ll be able to tell.”

“How? You look like a totally normal guy who probably works on Wall Street.”

“And that’s what I like people to think. But when you know what to look for, we’re easy to spot. He’s likely well informed about the Boston mob. When he hears my name, it’ll confirm any suspicion.”

“I truly don’t know how he’ll react then.”

“I’ll stay by your side if you want me there. But if you or they tell me to leave, I’ll wait in the car. I won’t leave your parents’ driveway without you.”

“We leave together if it comes to that.” I’m already feeling defensive on Finn’s behalf.

“I don’t want that. I don’t want to come between you and your parents.”

“Daddy, I know. We’re planning for the worst, but let’s hope for the best. When do you want to see them?”

“Do you want to invite them out to dinner?”

I glance down at my phone. They are probably cooking already, but maybe they’d come.

“I can try.”

He kisses my forehead, and I melt against him. I pull up my mom’s contact and put it on speaker as it rings.

“Hi, sweet pea.”

“Hi, Mom. Is Papa around too?”

“Yes. We’re just about to make dinner. What’s up?”

“I wanted to invite you to dinner with my boyfriend. I know it’s last minute, but we’d really like you to meet each other.”

“Boyfriend?” That’s my dad.

“Yes.”

There’s silence, and I don’t know what to say. But I have to come up with something.

“Will you come if we meet you near your place?”

“Is something wrong?” That’s my mom.

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