Frankie reaches forward across the table to grab the half-drunk bottle of whiskey, breaking my eyeline for a second, breaking the connection between Christian and I. I inhale a deep breath as I blink, realizing suddenly that I’d stopped breathing in that moment.
But despite what passed between Christian and I, Frankie and Nico appear not to have noticed. Or, at least, that’s what they pretend.
“This deeply f***s us,” Nico snaps, shaking his head and studying the table. “And not just us, but the whole family –“
“I know, Nico,” Christian growls, glaring at his cousin like he’s starting to cross the line. Because obviously if Nico understands it, Christian – the son of a don himself – definitely understands.
“You might know,” Nico says, pointing to Christian and then whipping his finger
