“Your girl is doing too much,” Edwardo said quietly, his voice calm but carrying that edge that always meant danger. He didn’t even glance at Nathan at first, his gaze fixed on the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. The office smelled of tobacco, money, and fear…the three things that had built this empire.
Nathan didn’t understand right away what his father meant, but the way he said your girl made his stomach twist. He already knew who Edwardo was talking about. Leah. And if his father was interested in her, it wasn’t good.
“She went to see me yesterday,” Edwardo said finally, swirling the drink before taking a slow sip. “Beautiful woman. Brave too. A little naïve, though.”
Nathan froze. “She what?”
Edwardo smiled faintly, cold and smug. “She came here, uninvited. Said she wante
