My blood is boiling as I watch Donnie walk away from us, twirling his pocket watch casually as though he were simply taking a stroll on vacation. Once he’s out of hearing range, Fabiola turns and smacks me hard on the shoulder.
“All right!?” she hisses. “What the hell are you thinking? You’re seriously going to let that man f**k me? So what if he’s the Godfather—?”
“Of course I’m not.” I stop her, taking both of her hands in mine. “There’s absolutely no way I’d let any man touch you, Fabiola. Godfather or not.”
“Then why did you just say that to him!?”
“Because confronting the Godfather here at his party in front of a bunch of men all loyal to him didn’t seem like the best of ideas,” I reply with a smile, doing my best to comfort her. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Her head droops, and her sho
