The InformationTony leaned on the back of a chair, eyes wide, mouth open. Then he sat across the low coffee table from me. “But why? Is there something I’m not providing you?”
I considered my bird in its lovely cage. “What if Frank Pagliacci’s men shot you during the ambush at your warehouse? By law, all this,” I gestured around me, “would revert to your father. He makes no pretense: this is for the protection and benefit of you, and you alone. He has no use or regard for me, other than to provide you with an heir.”
Which, if I had any say in it, would never happen. I took a special tea every morning to ensure this. I would never bear a child to be used as a pawn in some Family scheme.
I turned to Sawbuck, who sat beside me. “Would you protect me from Jack Diamond? Or Frank Pagliacci? O
