Panic spreads in my heart. The same panic that gripped me whenever a guy friend dared say hi to me, whenever my dad’sbuddies would hug me, whenever a man on the street would stop me because I dropped something.
I couldn’t care less that he saw us. I don’t give a f**k that he knows I’ve claimed his ex-girlfriend as more than arm candy,more than just a girl to show off.
I grit my teeth. The Baldwin family is the second richest in New York, just a notch under my own empire. They havegenerational wealth, deals with prominent mobsters, hands in every cookie jar across the tri-state area. They pay off cops,feds, judges—everyone they need to keep raking in billions while keeping their hands clean of mafia activities.
Fuck it. Let Ba
