He shakes his head again.
“Well,” I say, wasting time because I’m confused, and the whiskey doesn’t make anything easier.
If he’s not friends with Lucio or Delilah, then why the hell is he here? Then it hits me. Maybe he’s a relative.
Jesus, please don’t make him family.
“Cousin?” I grimace, hoping like hell he’ll shake his head again.
Leo shakes his head again, ending the possibility that I almost banged my own blood.
Thank fuck.
“I know your father,” he says casually, like it’s not a big freaking deal.
This can’t be happening.
I want to slap myself in the face…repeatedly. Out of all the men at the wedding, I had to almost hook up with someone who associates with my father. A mobster and an ex-con.
Yippee.
I should seriously get the gold star for this one.
By the looks of Leo, he totally fits the mold of the smooth, handsome, and irresistible bad-boy gangster Hollywood has always portrayed.
“My father invited you?”
I didn’t even know my father was out of prison until he showed his face tonight. But clearly, other people knew, including Leo.
“Not exactly,” Leo replies, being cagey.
I cross my arms over my chest, unable to stop myself from staring at this hot-as-fuck guy. And when I say hot-as-fuck, I mean off-the-charts, panty-melting, ride-him-until-I-die kind of sexiness.
“You’re friends with my father, and you tried to sleep with me. That’s fucked up.”
Leo smirks. “I never said I was his friend.”
At this point, I’m confused and too drunk to form any type of rational thoughts. I don’t have time to ask any more questions because Johnny, my father’s friend and business associate, is heading straight for us.
He doesn’t look happy, but then again, Johnny’s rarely sporting a smile.
“Look out,” I say, because if Leo isn’t my father’s friend, Johnny isn’t coming to say hello.
Leo turns around, and his cocky smirk vanishes as soon as he lays eyes on Johnny. “I better go.”
But before he can move, Johnny is so close to Leo, they’re practically standing nose-to-nose. “I’m going to be nice about this because we’re at a wedding,” Johnny says, staring Leo straight in the eye and almost foaming at the mouth.
Oh shit. This isn’t good.
Leo doesn’t seem fazed by the way Johnny’s gritting his teeth like a dog ready to attack. “I was just leaving,” Leo tells him.
“You have some balls showing up here, kid.” Johnny pushes his fingers through his gray hair, smoothing back the sides.
Leo squares his shoulders, not backing down. “I wanted to see with my own eyes.” He’s not afraid of Johnny. That much is clear.
“Don’t come near Tino’s family.” Johnny’s eyes slice to me, and I know he doesn’t like me talking to Leo.
I’m eventually going to get an earful, but it has always been hard to keep up with who’s who in the Chicago mob world.
