Page 112 of The Boss

“Not at all.”

“O Theós na chamogelá stin oikogéneiá sou.”

May God smile down on your family.

The sentiment coming from anyone else would seem as nothing but kind words for a tragic time. With Davit, there was a hidden meaning.

As soon as he walked away, Willow slid her arm around mine. “I’ve been congratulated for snagging such an incredible fiancé.” Her words were said with the same lilt I was used to, but I heard the glitch as well. She was fighting with her nerves and guilt just to get through this. I admired her even more.

“You have?”

“Yes. I thought you were waiting for a huge announcement.”

I laughed and tightened my arm over hers. “Why wait? There’s no time like the present. Besides, why not show off my beautiful bride to be.” Davit wasted no time, he and his men heading to a waiting dark sedan. I did notice the new leader had turned around, staring at me for a few seconds before climbing into the awaiting vehicle.

My hackles remained raised.

She gripped the emerald necklace I’d given her this morning, twisting the chain in her fingers. I’d yet to have time to explain the importance of her always wearing it. That would come during our exit from the event. As I’d done before, I was having second thoughts. Around her, I questioned everything.

“He’s here. Isn’t he?” she asked. “The Stalker.”

“Likely.”

Her sigh was intense and full of fear. “I’m nervous.”

“Everything will be fine.”

“I don’t know. I’m terrified I won’t be successful in helping you. I want to so badly.”

“Understandable, but I have faith in you.”

She leaned her head against my shoulders. “I’m glad one of us does.”

Eros had made it to the funeral, his face as furrowed as those of my two brothers. He’d sat beside my father the entire time during the service, providing friendship and comfort. His nod to Willow was more formal than anything, obviously gathering she was of some importance.

“Dimitrios. It’s good to see you, but I wish it was for any other reason,” Eros told me as he pulled me into a bear hug, clapping his hand against my back.

“I know. I’m glad you were able to attend.” As I pulled away, I noticed the sadness in the man’s eyes. He was younger than my dad by a few years, but had treated Leandro like a grandson since our grandfather had passed away when Leandro was still young.

“This must be Willow.”

“Yes, sir.”

He took her hand, squeezing before kissing her on the cheek. “You’ll have your hands full, my dear.”

She laughed. “I think it might be the other way around, but don’t worry, we’re perfect for each other. Hardheaded, refusing to follow rules, and very family oriented.”

“Yes, a perfect match. I’m sorry I won’t be able to make the reception this afternoon. I’m certain Cora has created an incredible feast to celebrate Leandro’s life. Business is taking too much out of my life.”

The tradition of providing a luncheon or huge reception for everyone after the burial service wasn’t uncommon in the United States or other countries, but we Greeks turned it into a huge party. It was a perfect location for the engagement announcement.

“Yes, my sweet mother had turned this into quite the event. We’ll miss seeing you there.”

He darted a glance toward Willow and it became apparent he had something to say. “There’s nothing my bride to be doesn’tknow about what we’re dealing with, Eros. Say what you need to say.”

The man was still uncomfortable, adjusting his tie before speaking. “My sources indicate the Stalker could still be in town. I fear he’s gunning for your entire family.”

“Interesting news and of that I have no doubt.” Although it was exactly what I’d hoped was the case.

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