Page 40 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Hm. Maybe if Ryder is—allegedly—looking into the agent, she can look into...”
“Dominick,” I answer, nodding. “Not a bad idea.”
“You thinking he’s the reason they’ve had a run of good luck lately?”
“Might be.”
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“So…tellus why you wanted to hang out before poker night,” Mads insists.
We’ve just gotten cozy in Mad and Anthony’s bright, plush-modern living room with the floor-to-ceiling library on one side and floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Central Park on the other.
I take a deep breath and slouch into a comfy chair, sitting crisscross with a mug of hot tea in my hands. I’m wearing loose chinos and a large, loose-woven sweater that hangs off my shoulder, my slip-ons kicked off to the side.
See?I can do casual.
Mads and Rand sit on the couch across from me, looking expectant.
“I’m sure you know what happened this weekend.”
Mads tips his head side to side. “I only have that stupid article, which was at least fifty percent bullshit, and your suspiciously vague texts. The only thing I know for sure is that the Byrne brothers showed up, and you had to leave your dinner early.”
Rand shakes his head. “Why were you in Brooklyn? Isn’t that off-limits to Luca?”
“Well, I didn’t know that part. And, I guess, since the Portelli crime family is out of commission, the ban is technically rescinded? Maybe? Anyway, I surprised him with the dinner because he once mentioned wanting to try out an underground kitchen.”
Mads makes puppy dog eyes. “Aww. That’s sweet.”
“Yeah, well, Fallon was there.”
Rand and Mads wrinkle their noses. “How did he get a seat?” Rand asks. “I thought it was booked.”
“Same way Luca did—the Vanderbilts canceled. Anyway, Fallon was a complete asshole the whole time. We mostly ignored him and enjoyed all the delicious courses Cesar put out.”
Mads snarls. “I thought Hopper scared him into leaving you alone.”
“Fallon showed up drunk, so he was off the chain out of the gate.”
“Jackass.”
Rand up-nods me. “What were the brothers like?”
I roll my eyes. “Grown men in ill-fitting clothes and horrible outerwear.”
Mads smacks my arm. “Hey! That’s my entire brand!”
“Yeah, well, you look adorable and bathe regularly. They looked like they’d pulled their clothes from the bottom of a pile of dirty clothes.” I grimace. “And it was clear they were wearing guns.”
“The paper said Luca diffused the situation,” Rand says.
I snort. “He said, ‘Why don’t we take this outside, gentlemen?’ and they followed him. Then he came back inside and said we had to leave. Oh, and Hopper showed up.”
Mads clap-giggles. “Oh my God. Did he scare them?”
“Apparently.”
