She nodded, conceding the point. He need never know.
Her father took a slug of his drink, “Where is your future husband anyway?”
“He’s meeting a Mafia guy who manages Brennan,” she replied flatly.
“What? Are you going to lock him up and marry him in jail?”
“It’s a bit of a mess Dad,” she said lamely as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“The fact is that he probably is involved Anna. Why get beaten up when he can just get a big pay day and walk off as a multi millionaire.”
“I can see all that. I wouldn’t blame him and I would love him anyway.”
“Then you have to put your cards on the table. You can’t run with the hare and hunt with the hound,” he insisted.
“You’re right...”
“For myself I don’t want swaggering mobsters fixing up sport for their own greed. To a lot of ordinary folk
