Page 48 of The Councilor

“Your friends are important to you, which means they are a part of your life. And I don’t trust your father.”

“I don’t either. He’s lied to me my entire life.”

What the hell could I say to that? As we rode through the city, I was beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be better if I took her out of a town for a little while. Unfortunately, with the trial and the need to determine a wedding date, it wasn’t the best decision. Plus, if the unrest on the street continued to grow, I’d need to have Vadim’s back.

I’d decided to head through a smaller part of Brooklyn, which would lead me to the interstate. I couldn’t be too careful and the busy streets weren’t always the best for keeping track of my surroundings.

Raphaella leaned forward suddenly, peering out the window at something on her right. She even laughed.

“What is it?”

“Oh, nothing. Just a little ice cream place Angie, my other roommate introduced us to. It was one of those few treats we could share. That and decent Chinese food. We’ve been so broke but it’s amazing what you can make with macaroni and cheese.”

The sound of her voice was entirely different and I made a quick decision just after passing what had to be the place. Cutting the wheel, I made a fast turn and found the closest parking space. I knew Ivan would be pissed but so be it. I’d made a commitment to making her life as good as possible and I intended on keeping it.

Maybe I wasn’t such a bad man after all.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a sparkle already in her eyes.

“Well, I can’t remember the last time I had ice cream so what the heck?” At least no one had followed us that I’d been able to seeand the area of town wasn’t designated as territory for any mafia group.

“Well, you’re too busy eating caviar.” She laughed and opened the door, climbing out onto the sidewalk. Just the way she lovingly placed the bear on the seat was a testament to how caring she was. I could see her rescuing a puppy off the side of the road.

Ivan had to drive past me but found a spot. His ability to park easily in crowded spaces was a real art form. I climbed out, forced to remove my shoulder holster. Scaring all the little kiddies would only draw attention to us. I had a smaller weapon attached to my leg if absolutely needed. I’d learned a long time ago to always come prepared.

I took her by the elbow, leading her toward the building.

“Is there anywhere in this city you consider safe?”

I had to think about her question. “The courtroom. There are enough police officers around, no one would dare try anything.”

“How sad.” She linked her arm with mine and I found that strange since she’d been so standoffish. “This is a really adorable area of town. They’ve tried to make it as quaint and inviting as possible. There’s a craft store and a gallery, a couple bistros and jazz clubs along with an adorable bookstore.”

“Very nice.”

“You should leave your highbrow area more often. You might be surprised what you find.” Her somewhat mischievous expression had returned although the haunting appearance of her dazzling eyes continued to trouble me. Her father was a real piece of work. If I had the chance to kill him, I would.

She led us inside and I made sure both men were right behind, remaining just outside the door.

I wasn’t surprised the location was busy or that it was so bright and colorful. Yet I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been to an ice cream parlor. I wasn’t even certain what they called it any longer.

“What’s your favorite flavor?” she asked as we moved into line.

It was impossible not to laugh. “I have no clue. None.”

She gave me a look that could burn a person into the ground. “You’re kidding me? Chocolate? Vanilla? Chunky Monkey?”

“Nothing.”

I must have had a funny look on my face because she wrinkled her nose. “Leave it to me.”

“That I can do.” While we were waiting, I scanned the small establishment as well as glanced outside. It was an old habit but one I’d gotten out of.

We were up to the counter before I managed to turn around.

“Hi. Do you still serve banana splits?” Raphaella asked.

“Yes, of course.”

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