"Ah, yes. Floyd, this is my wife, Helen, and my daughter, Lucielle," Tom introduced. Floyd turned swiftly at the mention of her name, the frown he had reserved for her father evaporating as their eyes met, replaced by a small, secretive smile.
"Lucielle," Tom persisted with a note of irritation, "this is Boston's new underboss, handpicked by John himself in Belfast." What? Lucielle's head snapped back towards her father, certain that she had misheard, but he had already returned his attention to his phone.
Floyd drew her focus back towards him as he took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss on her knuckles while looking at her. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, grinning. She quickly shut her gaping mouth, shooting him a haughty look as she retracted her hand, even though she felt a wave o
