Bourbon just nodded his head. “Give us thirty minutes."
The man gave us a curt nod, then disappeared behind the wall of glass.
“I didn’t even hear him come over,” I admitted.
He smirked. “I know.”
I turned back to Bourbon. "What does that mean? Kiss the ring?”
He shifted, helping me to my feet before standing up himself and, threading his fingers through mine, led me towards the door.
"He means it's time to officially meet the New York don."
My stomach lurched, and suddenly I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be here anymore.