Samuel noticed the man standing next to me.
Tall, dark suit, and an understated Patek Philippe on his wrist.
Don extended his hand and gave Samuel a polite nod. "Hello, I'm Don Ronald."
Like Samuel wasn't even worth the effort of guarding against.
Samuel didn't take the hand. He stared at me, his voice low.
"What's this supposed to mean? You're dumping me?"
My hand rested on Don's forearm, natural and easy.
"Samuel, we broke up a long time ago."
That word hit Samuel like a freight train.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Around him, he could hear people snickering.
"Hey, isn't that Dr. Black from the clinic?"
"Still dreaming of being the mafia boss's son-in-law? Keep dreaming."
"Gotta hand it to him though, leeching off a woman takes skill."
The laughter wasn't loud, bu
