“Ah, Matt, nice to see you again,” my father nods and shakes his hand to greet one of his long time friends and allies, while I stand idly next to him. The annual gala is being hosted tonight, where only the mafia organizations of North London are invited. I started joining my father a few years ago after I’d begun working for him, since it’s only natural I’ll eventually take his place as boss.

“Harry, you look great,” Matt nods at me, and I smile tightly before returning to glancing around the filled ballroom and sipping my scotch. “I heard your boy just got married, is that right?” my father asks him, and Matt chuckles. “Yes, yes, Leo got married. Hang on,” he says, before turning and likely waving over Leo.

I look up from my glass as he approaches, ready to force another smile, but stop instantly when I catch sight of you next to him. My jaw falls a little slack, my eyes scanning you up and down slowly, and I exhale a short breath. How in the world did Leo snag you?