Page 65 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
Ford pours himself a shot and responds with a pointed question of his own. “You mean to tell me it doesn’t disqualify Anthony for you?”
I chase the remaining noodle on my plate and decide not to bust Ford for not answering my question. I look up, and both Ford and Rand are staring pointedly at me.
Opening my mouth, I point at Ford. “Hey! He didn’t answer the question.”
Rand wags his finger at me. “That’s because he hasn’t slept with Luca.”
Ford snorts, downing another shot.
We turn to him, wide-eyed. “Wait. Did you sleep with Luca?”
Ford looks up, blinking. “No,” he says, adjusting his bowtie. “No.”
“Then what was that little laugh-snort thing you just did?”
His face flushes.
“Ford.”
He fiddles with his napkin. “Um. I. Uh. Haven’t-slept-with-anybody, so there’s no way I’ve slept with Luca.”
He clears his throat, his eyes glued to the table.
“Wait, what?”
Ford glares at me, his glasses making his eyes look even bigger.
Rand smacks my arm and puts his hand on Ford’s arm. “Are you a virgin, Ford?”
Big breath. “Mostly. Yes.”
He looks up at us, anxious.
I grab his other arm. “Hey, buddy. There’s no judgment here.”
He raises his shoulder, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “Uh, anyway. You still haven’t answered the question. Is it a dealbreaker that Edgerton is Luca’s consigliere?”
I shake my head, my answer quiet. “No. I—”
“Mads?”
Fuck. It’s Anthony.
