“Is my job to see you are protected,” her father said with a hurt look at her. “You are only daughter. You are heiress!”
“Oh, for the love of god! Dad!”
“I have to powder my nose, dear. Why don’t you come with me,” Angela said, getting to her feet.
Paulie looked like she wanted to continue ranting at her father, but she followed her stepmother readily enough. The second they were gone, Rostakova moved over to Paulie’s seat, his goons sliding in on the other side.
“You like my daughter, eh? Paulie is pretty girl, yes? You want to get close to her, to do things to her that a husband does?”
“Do you know, I don’t believe that’s any of your business?” I said calmly, which was a miracle, considering I was seething inside. How dared this man confront me as if I was the worst sort of p*****t?
