I wanted to see how things were going at Lohman & Sons and make sure he was staying away from Maria. Despite his seeming remorse, I didn’t trust him enough to go long periods without checking in on him.
After Luca left, I made my way to the bar only to get stopped by Francis, who’d been busy talking to Kai until now.
“Excellent turnout,” he said as Kai shot me an indecipherable glance before slipping away. “It looks like the entire East Coast Valhalla membership is here.” A pause, then, “You have quite a presence in the club, don’t you?”
I regarded him coolly, the tightness from my conversation with Luca sinking beneath a well of distaste.
My great-grandfather had been one of the club’s twelve founding members. If I nominated someone for admission, they were guaranteed a spot, provided they met the basic eligibility criteria.
“Not any more or less than other members,” I said.
“Right.” Francis’s smile came alive like a shark sensing blood in the water. “I hear there’ll be an opening in the Boston chapter soon. Some nasty business with Peltzer’s bankruptcy.”
Ironic he should sound so gleeful about it when he would be in the same boat as Peltzer soon.
I couldn’t fucking wait. Until then…
“So I heard.” I tilted my head. “You were denied the last time you applied, no? Perhaps you’ll have better luck this time.”
Francis’s face darkened before relaxing into another smile. “I’m sure I will with your support. We’re practically family now, and family helps each other out. Don’t they?” He cast a meaningful look in Luca’s direction.
Rage clamped my jaw tight at his obvious threat.
Legacy Valhalla members were granted five nominations in their lifetime. I’d already used two—one for Christian, one for Dominic. I would rather cut off my dick than waste a third on Francis.
“I don’t have much insight into the Boston chapter.” It was only half a lie. I had connections there, but each chapter acted fairly independently in accordance with the local culture, politics, and traditions. “Valhalla’s membership committee is diligent in its selection process. If someone is worthy of being admitted, they’ll be admitted.”
Red splashed across Francis’s cheeks at my subtle dig.
“While I’m all for helping family…” My smile hardened into a warning. “They should know better than to push too hard. It never turns out well for the parties involved.”
Francis had enough balls to blackmail me but not enough to pretend he owned me. He was testing my breaking point to see how far he could take things.
Little did he know, he’d crossed it the minute he walked into my office and put those photos on my desk.
Before he could respond, Vivian returned, her cheeks noticeably more flushed than before. I wondered how many drinks she’d had with her friends.
“What did I miss?” she asked
“Your father and I were just discussing wedding logistics.” I didn’t take my eyes off Francis. “Isn’t that right?”
Resentment filled his eyes, but he didn’t dispute my account. “Right.”
Vivian’s eyes roved between us. She must’ve picked up on the underlying hostility because she quickly nudged her father towardMode de Vie’s lifestyle columnist before pulling me aside.
“I don’t know what you were really talking about, but you shouldn’t provoke my father,” she said. “It’s like provoking a wounded tiger.”
A wisp of amusement cooled my anger. “I’m not scared of your father,mia cara.If he doesn’t like what I say, he can take it up with me himself.”
“Don’t call me that.Mia cara,” she clarified. “It’s insulting.”
I notched an eyebrow. “How so?”
“You don’t mean it.”
“People say things they don’t mean all the time.” I nodded at a silver-haired guest standing by the bar. “For example, your riveting conversation with Thomas Dreyer earlier. Don’t tell me you were actually interested in the minutiae of tax write-offs.”
“How did you hear…never mind. It doesn’t matter.” Vivian shook her head. “Look, I know this is business to you. You’re not high on my dream list of people to marry either, but it doesn’t change the fact we have to live with each other. We should at leasttryand make the most of the situation.”