Page 95 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“You might be surprised how he takes the news.” Romeo said, making me shake my head.

He didn’t know anything. Darry would hate me if he ever found out. I would. Either way, this was not a conversation I was going to have with him.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to your meeting?” Romeo was the underboss after all. “Or is that something else that doesn’t concern me?”

It wasn’t as if I was ever included in family business. Mob or otherwise.

“Actually, it did concern you. It was about your omtreá.”

What?

My eyes snapped over to my brother as he lifted his chin and exhaled a stream of smoke. “He’s actually letting me take it?”

“Of course he is. You’re his son.”

He sure didn’t act like it.

Sighing, I looked back up at the window on the second floor. “I’m going to have to marry her, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

One thing I knew about my father was that he never did anything without having a reason. So, why did he add marriage to the agreement? What was he up to?

“This is about more than keeping her sister quiet?”

That much I knew.

Romeo’s lack of response was all the answer I needed.

“I don’t suppose you’d fill me in?”

“You’ll know when you need to.”

My eyes rolled. Not sure why I expected anything else.

“Besides, I think you have other things to worry about.”

I snorted. “Like what?”

“Like the cute dress your fiancé was wearing when she left thirty minutes ago.”

What!

“What the fuck do you mean, she left?”

I looked around and noticed her truck was gone.

Romeo shrugged and tossed his cigarette. “She said she had to go to work.”

“And you just let her go?”

What the fuck was the point in having a house full of armed men if people could just leave?

“Don’t worry, I sent Tony with her.”

Motherfucker.

Romeo let her go off in that goddamn dinner dress with fucking Tony. That asshole was going to be all over her.

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