Page 122 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
JOE
Rand shiftsuncomfortably right outside of Luca’s door. “Should it freak me out that I’m a thirty-second elevator ride from Manhattan’s most dangerous mobster?”
I scrunch my nose. “He’s a kitten. Don’t worry about it.”
“Sure. I dare you to call him a kitten to his face.”
“Somebody calling me a kitten?” Luca asks, opening the door with a broad grin.
“Well, not Joe, that’s for sure,” Rand jokes.
I raise my brow at my sweet, clueless boyfriend. “Did you just joke around with Manhattan’s most dangerous mobster?”
Rand shrugs. “I’m not the one who called him a kitten.”
Luca laughs, and it’s genuine. “You two crack me up. Come on in,” he says, guiding us through to his stylish living room.
Rand makes a beeline for his friend, Mads, who’s already sitting on the couch, looking fascinated and shy. He hops up and gives Rand a hug, then smiles up at me. Sherry is also already here, and she’s standing with Hopper, laughing like they’re old friends as she smacks his arm.
Oh God. That’s…fuck, those two are a dangerous combination.
Luca taps my shoulder, and I follow him into the kitchen.
“You have an update for me?” I ask, eyeballing his pasta maker. Mobsters have the best toys.
“He’s tricky, that Wolfe Sr., but we finally got everything. He still dragging his feet on the retirement?”
I shake my head. “No. His retirement and divorce documents were filed on the same day. And hey, Rand’s already cut his father off, so I’d rather not bring it up tonight.”
“Agreed. You know, it’s nice that you protect your man like that. You’ve got a good relationship.”
“I do. I’m a lucky man.”
Luca’s smile is wistful. “You’re both lucky. And tell you what, I’ll keep the files, and if you need them at any point, let me know.”
“Will do. Thanks for taking care of that, Luca. Means a lot.”
He shrugs and gives me a quick hug. “Happy to take care of a friend.”
We exit the kitchen, and I immediately run into Rand and his friend, who seems to be eyeballing Edgerton. Barely able to rip his attention from the stern man, he holds out his hand to me. “I don’t think we’ve ever officially met. I’m Mads.”
“Joe. It’s wonderful to meet you. Rand says a lot of good things.”
“Lies,” he jokes. Turning to Rand, Mads half-whispers, “So, the guy at the bar—that’s Edgerton?”
We follow his line of sight and nod. Mads’ sparkling brown eyes widen appreciatively. “He’s quite something, isn’t he?”
“Wait, you haven’t met him yet?” Rand asks, concerned.
Mads grimaces. “Haven’t had the time.”
Rand clears his throat and loudly asks, “But what about your stalker?”
Mads smacks his arm as Edgerton approaches us. “Rand, did you just say that you have a stalker?”
Rand shakes his head and points at Mads. “He was supposed to call you weeks ago.”
Mads glares at Rand then turns to Edgerton. “He’s being dramatic. It’s mostly online harassment with some light, probably imagined real-world stalking.”
