“We’re here, sir,” said Aaron. The mammoth body guard sat on the bench seat in the limousine across from Lucian.
“Yes,” Lucian said, adjusting a pearl cufflink. “I see that.”
“Door,” said Cale, the other member of Lucian’s security detail that accompanied him to public functions. It was a habit he’d learned from Hendrick. When one grew up worried about getting kidnapped or shot at because one had the misfortune of being a long-standing mob-connected mayor’s son, self-preservation ceased to look like overkill.
Cale got out of the vehicle and walked around to the other side to clear a path for Aaron and Lucian. “When you’re ready, sir,” Aaron said.
Lucian made a non-committal noise and eyed the red carpet leading to the grand front entrance of the Palace. It was one of the city’s oldest
