POV: Dominic
The gala was a mistake.
Not the event itself. The event was necessary. Faces needed to be seen. Hands needed to be shaken. The illusion of legitimacy required maintenance.
But three separate business contacts had made pointed remarks about his sudden marriage. Each one delivered with a smile that didn't reach the eyes.
"You work fast, Vercetti."
"Didn't know you were seeing anyone."
"She's lovely. Where did you find her?"
The last one came from Senator Hargrove. The old man pulled him aside near the bar, drink in hand, expression deceptively casual.
"The Monroe girl," Hargrove said quietly. "Is she connected to your other business?"
Dominic's blood went cold, his face showed nothing.
"My wife is not a topic for discussion."
He walked away before Hargrove could respo
