She doesn't trust me as well.
"Your cousin, Vincent seems...." unsure what to make of him as he puts some distance between us and the others.
"He is the family hammer, second in command. My appointed right hand. A legend. Qualified. Loyal. Respected."
I cringed, swallowing what is left of my saliva. I need to be cool. I need to be calm. But how could I. Suddenly finding myself in the company of killers. Cameras and press absent from the event.
Besides me, he runs his fingers through his hair, sucking in a noisy breath. "I need a drink. Do you want one?"
"No. I am fine. Thanks." Which was far from the truth. I wanted to go home.
Darryl veers me towards one of the servers, snagging two glasses of champagne from the silver tray, handing one to me.
"Take this. You would need it. Trust me."
"What kind of charity event is this?" Spotting at least eight people mingling and chatting around the buffet table. A painting of a nude woman hung on the wall behind them. Her hands raised above her head.
"It is in my honor. An event with the ten mafia chiefs. So everyone one will be able to meet their new leader." My stomach in knots as we approached his parents.