He brought Callum into our family and made it worthwhile for him to stay, even though he was fully aware of what a risky move that was.
So he needs to balance that out, and why not shop around for a husband for little old me?
Get someone else into the mix, just as powerful, and add a safety feature to this arrangement that so far has given Callum full power and worked for the Gallos.
This is one scenario that plays in my head.
The other one is that he’s facing a threat in one of his territories and tossing me into the mix to annihilate that danger.
If that’s the case, my role in this will be significantly reduced.
If these scenarios play out in the end, I can’t stop thinking about what a mess my crushing on Callum will create.
Moving away from my rumination, I center my focus on the man in question.
He is just as guarded as he is handsome, rocking a sharp suit and a tie despite the balmy weather, while his eyes glint with the power of a thousand swords.
He looks even more magnetic than I remember, with his lips drawn into a knowing smirk, his moves smooth and powerful, his eyes barely gliding over the people in front of him.
I wish he had looked for me.
I wish he had asked about me.
My attention shifts to the woman next to him.
She’s closer to his age––in her late thirties––and looks like a royal in her sheer floral long evening gown.
I wish I could say she is just another woman he picked up at a bar or a restaurant, someone who was here for drinks and food, or to mingle with the people.
Unfortunately, she seems to play a role in his life.
Although I doubt he’ll get married again.
It would defeat the purpose of him being in our family, but who knows, really?
Giorgio has always been in the pimping business, playing Cupid and all.
He was always of the belief that women should play a well-defined role in this life by helping the criminal machine cogs move smoothly.
So, if Callum wants to get married again or have a woman by his side, I don’t see Giorgio opposing that, provided the woman is properly vetted and kept out of the loop.
I can’t tell much about this woman, other than that she is beautiful, confident, and has a smoking-hot body.
Her dress highlights her hourglass shape. Big ringlets of dark hair move around her shoulders every time she tilts her head toward the people in the audience.
She’s too old to be a mafia princess, someone like me who just now stepped into the game.
She’s also too refined not to have had some world experience. She can’t be in an arranged relationship with him. They make a great couple.
The thought makes me queasy.
A beautifully crafted necklace graces her delicate neck, and I instantly check her ring finger and then his.
He’s wearing his well-known signet ring with a flat engraved bezel and nothing else.
The woman’s hand is free of rings.
It doesn’t matter. She’s with him. He brought her here. He knew I’d be here.
